Page 7 of Tender Entrapment
Luigi pulled down his pants and briefs and stepped out of them. Next, he got rid of his shirt.
Camille lay back, watching him with glazed eyes and slightly parted lips. Her hair was in disarray behind her, spilled all over the bed like a carelessly arranged halo. It was beautiful chaos, and against the dark gray of the sheets and under the light in the room, its golden hue virtually gleamed.
“You’re beautiful,” Luigi told her.
She smiled. “And you’re a god.”
Her eyes were on his erection. It was impressive, and Luigi didn’t need to be told. Many of the women who had come into his life were drawn in by the allure of his power and the danger around it. However, all of them tried to stay because of the sheer size of his instrument and his prowess with it.
“Take me,” Camille pleaded.
He took off her panties, rolling them gently down her legs till they were free and tossed them to the foot of the bed. Then he went in between her legs and brought his length to her opening.
Her eyes were on him when he looked at her. They held each other’s gaze as he entered her in one fluid motion. It was only the sopping wetness of her that granted him relatively easy access.
Her mouth widened into a bigo.
His girth was clearly a challenge for her cavity. It stretched her walls beyond a limit she thought was possible for a cock and reached a depth that had lain undisturbed until then.
For Luigi, the tightness of her was a challenge he didn’t foresee. Her walls were practically clenching around him as he began to thrust, slowly at first. The possibility of coming well too early was real.
It made him careful enough to pace himself and take deep breaths. Looking down at her didn’t help. She was beautiful in that way that made you want to give anything to possess her. And when she wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him down onto her bosom, he almost spilled everything.
He paused for a moment to pull back from the point of no return.
Unfortunately, she began to gyrate her hips, moving them up and down to take him in and out of her.
Luigi racked his mind for all the annoying things that had happened in his life. The matter of the snitch saved him. He held on to it as he resumed thrusting, and it kept his orgasm in check.
His years of building up restraint alongside his sexual stamina had all been almost undone in one night by Camille. Her pussy was the sort that sought to milk you of everything at once while you tried to savor its warmth and the way it held you closely, too closely.
Luigi could now pick up his rhythm. With it, Camille’s breathing synced up, becoming shallower. Her mouth was close to his left ear, so he could hear her gasps and whimpers as he rammed into her, harder and faster.
Soon, she began to pulse with a fresh climax. Her pussy clenched harder around his cock, squeezing away his resistance and pushing him well over the edge.
He fought to hold it back and failed spectacularly. His orgasm ripped through him like a tornado, eliciting first a loud grunt and then a long, satisfied groan.
When he was spent, he tried to roll off her and found that her legs were still locked around his waist. He kissed her long and deeply before prying them apart and pulling out.
“Fuck.” The word tumbled off his tongue unbidden.
“Fuck,” she repeated, breathing hard.
CHAPTER 4
Itwas well past 4 a.m. by the time Dante rolled the car to a stop outside Luigi’s home.
After three deep dives of pleasure, Camille had not wanted Luigi to leave, but there was no way the breaking of dawn could find him there. He’d insisted on leaving and then offered her an invitation to his home, which she turned down in anger.
Now that he was home, he was uncertain if he should have stayed instead. He was so lost in thought that he didn’t notice his driver had come around to open his door.
“Thank you, Dante,” he said and got down.
He went up the porch and into the house to find Lucia, his housekeeper, waiting on one of the cushioned benches in the foyer. The poor woman was nodding off, reclining against the wall.
“Lucia,” Luigi hurried over to where she sat and gently shook her awake. “How long have you been here?”
She stirred. “Mr. Frazetta, you’re back!”
