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her hands down the muscles of his arms and she put herself into his care. Within minutes, waves of pleasure hit her so intense she cried out, closed her eyes and her head pushed against the mattress.

Carlo watched her find fulfillment, sweat breaking out on his shoulders and forehead as he continued to pleasure her, amazed again at how responsive she was to his touch, to his every movement. As soon as he sensed her climax building, his own took over and he pushed into her silky body, finding his own release.

A long time later, Kate felt Carlo’s lips on her shoulder and she moved her head, staring into his smiling eyes.

She didn’t want anything to change this feeling. It was so completely different from her previous experience and she wanted to savor the feelings, the tingling in her body.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

Kate could only smile. She didn’t have words to describe what she was feeling right now.

Carlo chuckled and pulled her closer. “You’re an amazing woman,” he said.

Kate rested her head on his arm, not allowing herself to think about anything.

“Are you hungry?” he asked.

Kate laughed.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, turning so he could see her face.

“Food is the last thing on my mind,” she said. “But if you’re hungry…” she said, not finishing her sentence. Instead, she moved around, her tongue touching his nipple cautiously.

“Ah, the lady is hungry,” he growled and pulled her so the top of her was draped across his chest. “I can solve that easily enough,” he said and proceeded to do just that a second time.

They ate dinner in bed, ordering sandwiches to be delivered to her stateroom. Kate quickly showered after he made the phone call to the cooks, too embarrassed at the idea of her insatiable appetite to see one of the crew members delivering food to them instead of going up to the dining room.

Carlo answered the door and took the tray. He put it on the bed then joined her in the shower, making love to her yet again under the hot spray. Kate was breathless by the time he picked her up and, while he held her, lowered her down onto him, making love to her while standing in the shower. Kate marveled at his strength, her arms wrapping around his shoulders as he moved her in ways that made her back arch. Her climax this time was so intense, she was shivering by the time it finally ended and tears were hovering on the edge of her eyes.

They ate dinner on the bed, drinking wine and munching on chips and sandwiches. Afterwards, they fell into an exhausted sleep, holding each other in their arms.

Towards dawn, Carlo moved against her, the satin of the sheets on one side of him, the satin of her skin on the other. “I want you again,” he said, unable to resist the temptation of her, scantily draped in the sensuous satin sheets.

“You’re kidding,” she said, unable to even open her eyes, exhausted from the last two times he’d woken her during the night.

His hand against her hip, moving up her waist to cup her breast told her that he wasn’t kidding. And amazingly, her drowsiness completely disappeared. “Carlo?”

“I’m serious. I want you. I need you now,” he said and rolled her on top of his chest. She could feel his need and it sparked her own. She moved her legs so she was now straddling him, her eyes filled with equal passion to his. “I’m not sure how…” she said and that was all the encouragement he needed.

He gently moved her hips so she was in the right position, then moved, filling her with his manhood. Kate threw back her head, overwhelmed again by the sensation of being filled with him. She felt so complete, so perfect. And then he moved and she was no longer perfect. She was wild. She’d never felt this way and the passion wound around her stomach until she was sure she was going to explode into a thousand pieces. Her orgasm this time was more intense and more powerful, longer and continued until he found his own release a few minutes later.

Once they were both spent, she fell onto his chest, still connected to him intimately, her breathing hard and labored. “Wow!” she said, winding her fingers through the hair on his chest, unsure of what else to say or do. She wanted to touch him, feel him and make sure he was feeling