Page 23 of Misadventures with a Time Traveler

Paradise.

I can truly be nowhere else.

“Merde.” The word is a strained croak from my throat as she licks me from breastbone to pubic bone. But as she spreads that bliss lower, even basic words fail me.

“Alessandra!”

Except that word.

And, as she sucks my cock all the way into her throat, one more.

“Fuck.”

“That sounds like a great plan, my lord.” She releases me in order to dart her tongue into the cleft between my balls and stalk. “But not yet. Not now.”

“By every blessed saint.” My legs shake. I tighten my buttocks. I am awakened. Once more transformed into a beast of rampaging lust. An animal I must give in to…

Right. Now.

In a ravenous rush, I reverse our positions. I crush her into the pillows, making her open for my crashing, commanding kiss. I moan, inhaling her every essence. She tastes like wine and cherries. She smells like spices and vanilla. She is an exotic world to me, yet my body craves her like everything familiar and beloved.

“I need to be inside you again, ma femme. Now.”

She curls a small smile before reaching for her little bag again. From its magical depths, she produces another of the curiously shiny squares painted with a Roman soldier. Again with mesmerizing pluck, she slides the tight sheath over my cock. “I think I can get with that plan too, Hotness.”

I add a wolfish smile to hers. It is a good mask for studying her more deeply. There are moments, like this, when I get glimpses into her mystery. To see that the woman may be all saucy smirks on the surface, but there’s a challenge beneath her veneer, daring me for acknowledgment—and control.

“Go on,” she finally prompts. “Please, Max.”

“Are you certain?”

“Do you need proof?”

“Perhaps I do.”

I fit my shoulders beneath her knees and lean in. She is now tucked in upon herself, angling her bottom half upward. Both of her intimate entrances are exposed for my heated gaze.

“Perhaps I will demand that demonstration by sampling your other sweet orifice.”

Her breath catches again. “Oh.”

“Do you savor that possibility, mon miracle?” I push my tip at the rosy ring between her lush buttocks. “Does your cunt drip when thinking of my cock plunging into you back here?”

She dips her head back into the pillows. She latches her hands around my neck, hanging on with brutal need. “Yes,” she hisses. “Yes, damn it. Is that what you want to hear?”

I go still. Force my mind to find the answer she deserves, not the wickedness for which she pleads. “Not tonight, my sweet.” I slide my cock back into the tunnel where we both know I fit perfectly. “Right now, I need to hear other things from you, Alessandra.”

She scratches her fingers along my shoulders. “Other things. Such as what?”

“Such as how you love the way we fit. And the way we move. And the way we…make love.”

Her lips twist. She cocks her head back, openly scrutinizing. “You sure you don’t want to reconsider naughty option number one?” She flashes a breathtaking grin. “I mean, I’m game if you—ohhh…” She falters as I rebury my cock inside her perfect, hot glove. “Oh hell…”

“It is called making love,” I assert. “And I love doing it with you, my sweet Alessandra.”

Her mouth falls open. Her huge eyes follow suit, drenching me in their emerald glory. “Then do it,” she husks. “Now, Max. Deep. Hard. Yessss!”

I give her the full length of my shaft. The full force of my body.