Page 27 of His Housekeeper's Twin Baby Confession
Sex had always felt cold to her. Tight. Uncomfortable. This was the direct opposite. She was on fire, pliable. Melting. Expanding. Opening.
Her back arched when Massimo thrust two fingers inside her. Her body was already clasping them, wanting more.
He said something guttural, and then, ‘You’re so responsive...’
Faint echoes of the past rang bells, reminding Carrie that once she’d been told the exact opposite. A voice sneering at her,‘You just lie there like a dead fish.’
But the past melted away and she pushed it even further back, as Massimo’s fingers moved in and out of her. Her hand tightened on him in a reflex response. He muttered a curse and took her hand away. She looked at him, feeling feverish, her hips circling in response to his hand between her legs. She barely recognised herself. Wanton. Fluid.
He took his hand away and left her for a moment. She heard him say something about protection and put an arm across her face. She hadn’t even thought of it—that was how intoxicated she was.
He came back, rolling a sheath onto his body, totally unselfconscious. He moved between her legs, pushing them even wider, and with a quick economical movement ripped her underwear and threw it aside.
‘I’ll buy you new ones.’
Carrie couldn’t care less. She was ravenous. She welcomed Massimo between her legs. Revelled in the way he took himself in his hand again and held the tip of his body against her hot, weeping flesh before pushing in, just a little. Just the swollen head. She sucked in a breath—not at the invasion but because it felt soright.As if something had been missing and was now slotting home.
‘Okay?’ he asked.
She couldn’t speak. She could only nod and put her hands on his hips.
He sank deeper, and the stretch bordered on being painful, but then it bloomed into pleasure. He started to move in and out in slow, leisurely movements, letting her get used to the sensation, letting her body adapt to his.
Carrie bit her lip as the tension grew at her core, stoked and heightened by the way Massimo’s body moved in a remorseless rhythm. She could feel perspiration on her own skin and see the sheen of moisture on Massimo’s.
It was so earthy. So raw. She’d never known it could be so base. Instinctively seeking relief, Carrie wrapped her legs around Massimo’s waist and he slid even deeper. He came down on top of her, chest crushing her breasts, powerful buttocks moving faster now, one of his hands on her thigh, holding it against him.
She was trembling. Searching for something just of out of reach.
‘That’s it...come apart for me, Carrie.’
He put his mouth to her neck and bit her gently. She wanted him to bite harder. He palmed her breast and brought it to his mouth, sucking her nipple deep. She cried out, every atom of her being begging for release.
Massimo took his mouth from her breast and put a hand between them, where their bodies were joined. He touched her there and it sent shockwaves through her entire body. Shockwaves followed by an explosion of pleasure so exquisite that it bordered on being painful.
She was barely aware of Massimo’s big body going still before jerking against her as he found his own release. She was undone. Torn apart and unable to piece together the sequence of events that had led to this seismic moment of pure and unadulterated bliss.
All she knew was that she’d never felt so at peace or so replete. So safe.
Silence settled over them. They were both breathing heavily. Their bodies were still joined and Carrie didn’t want to let go of Massimo. She relished the sense of his heavy body on hers...in hers. Such a carnal thing. She’d be shocked at herself if she could drum up an ounce of sanity.
But slowly he moved, extricating himself.
Carrie felt a sense of loss and regret.
That was it.They’d never do this again.
But with the aftershocks of pleasure still moving through her body Carrie thought that maybe it was greedy to want to experience such transcendence again.
Emotion gripped her before she could stop it. Massimo had just restored something massive to her. The revelation that she was not cold, nor incapable of pleasure. Ever since her marriage, and in spite of knowing better, she’d always harboured a secret fear that she wouldn’t ever feel sexually desirable or experience the kind of pleasure people talked about.
What she’d just experienced had exploded those fears apart. For ever.
Massimo lay still beside her. She was afraid to look at him, suddenly shy. A delicious lethargy was taking over her blood and bones, but she couldn’t stop herself from saying, in a slightly hoarse voice, ‘I never knew it could be so...’
Carrie’s voice trailed off. But there was an answering thought in Massimo’s head.
Neither did I.
