Breathe You - C.R. Jane Page 0,15

blissfully, while the thumping of my heart becomes almost as loud as his gentle breathing.

“Run your hands over your bare thighs, Valentina,” he commands.

I do as he says, now thankful my eyes are closed.

“Gently,” he hushes, his tone so gravel and thick that I feel it kissing my skin.

“Open your legs.”

I swallow dryly as I follow his command.

“Touch yourself over your panties.”

My drumming heart skips a beat, as I hear him shuffling in his seat.

“What are you doing?” I ask breathless.

“What you should be doing. I gave you an order, Valentina. Are you going to be a good girl and call it a night, or are you going to do what I say?”

I run the pad of my thumb over the front of my panties and hiss at the wonderful friction it creates. A red heated flush rises from my toes all the way to the top of my head, but I don’t stop.

“Push your panties to one side, baby. I want your fingers coated with how I make you feel, even without so much as touching you.”

I swallow as I do as he says, finding my core wet and needy just as he predicted. I play with my folds, up and down, until I press on my sensitive clit, toying with it lightly at first, until the maddening rhythm is no longer enough.

“Imagine it’s my tongue running up and down your folds. My teeth grazing on your clit, making your pussy beg for me,” he grunts.

My lips part at the image he planted in my head, while my legs widen of their own accord, just so the cool air tickles my open core.

“Just like that,” he moans.

“What are you imagining?” I venture, my breathy voice revealing just how turned on I am.

“You on your knees in front of me, sucking me dry.”

“Oh God,” I mewl not ready for that answer.

It does something to me, thinking Carter is getting off with images of his cock in my mouth.

“Fuck!” he groans. “I want to fucking come in that pretty little mouth of yours so bad, baby. But first I need you to come on mine. Ride my face, Valentina. Come for me, baby.”

His words brand themselves into my feverish skin. He’s so far away, and yet, he’s right in this room with me. Loving me and making me mad with desire.

“You taste so fucking good,” he continues to provoke. “I can taste you from here. Strawberries and cream. It’s intoxicating.”

My head falls back as I let his words guide me over the precipice. Blinding white light splits me open at the same time I hear Carter grunt his release. My chest heaves up and down as I plummet back to consciousness.

“Open your eyes, Valentina.”

My lids open wide and see his standing form, looking into my room and seeing me open for him, my juices still coating my thighs. I lick my lips, as he cups his still hard cock over his unzipped jeans.

“Sweet dreams, baby,” he says with a flirtatious smirk, and then ends one of the sexiest experiences I’ve ever had by turning his bedroom light off and hanging up the phone.

“Asshole,” I murmur with a satisfied grin to my lips, following his lead and turning my own bedroom light off.

I fall on my bed, cradling a pillow to my chest and fall blissfully asleep with dreams of Carter loving me for real one day.

One day.

One day, all my dreams will come to fruition.

One day.

Chapter 3

Now

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Valentina

I fell in love with Florence the moment we got there. As a girl, I’d read The Agony and the Ecstasy by Irving Stone, and I’d become obsessed with Michelangelo’s works and always dreamed about seeing them someday. Having the chance to see his David up close is a dream come true, and it’s the first thing I booked for us to do as soon as we dropped off our bags at the hotel.

“I feel like I’ve stepped into the pages of a history book,” I practically shout as we walk down the cobblestone streets.

“You didn’t feel that way in Paris and Spain?” Logan asks, grabbing me around the waist and pulling me close.

“This place is just different, can’t you feel it?”

I feel good today, I didn’t even have to take some of my pills. In the back of the mind, I wonder if what I’m experiencing is the temporary high that a lot of cancer patients feel at the end, but I push that thought away.

“Alright, besides you staring at the David’s enormous junk,