With another uneven laugh he removed his own clothes—though never had such a task seemed so onerous as he tugged them from his body with careless disregard. At last he sank down beside her and unclipped her lacy bra—tossing it aside along with the matching panties. And when she was naked he pushed the ruffled hair away from her cheeks so he could give his full attention to the rosy lips which were pouting in his direction.
He kissed her for as long as it took for her to grow restless, then played with her swollen breasts until she was shivering with need, but still he took it slowly, even though the effort of holding back was nearly killing him. He drifted his hand over her belly—still very flat, he observed—until he had located the honey of her waiting folds and she almost leapt off the bed as he began to tease his fingertip over her tight little bud.
‘Vito,’ she whispered.
‘I like it when you say my name like that,’ he confided with satisfaction.
‘L-like what?’
‘Like I am your master.’
‘Th…that’s outrageous,’ she gasped, reaching down to encircle him within her fist, as if eager to demonstrate that she was perfectly capable of makinghimweak with longing.
And she was.
Santo cielo—was she trying to get him to come before he was even inside her?
‘I want you now,’ he declared hungrily, moving over her to ease himself inside her wetness and groaned as he felt her tight muscles contract around him. With a single stroke, he filled her completely and now she was moaning too as he began to move. ‘I’m not wearing a condom,’ he bit out.
‘I’d noticed,’ she whispered conspiratorially, her thighs tightening around his back. ‘We don’t need to, do we?’
‘No,’ he growled. ‘We don’t.’
It was the first time in his life he hadn’t used protection and Vito wondered if it was that which made what was happening feel so unbelievably mind-blowing. It must be. What else could it be? But very soon he was past thinking, concentrating only on silencing his own carnal needs to focus on Flora’s pleasure before indulging his own. But he was on a knife-edge of desire as he thrust deep inside her and never had it been so difficult not to come.
Even when she began to convulse around him, he held back—though whether that was to reinforce the mastery of his own body, or to enjoy the spectacle of watching her orgasm, he wasn’t sure. But hedidwatch her. Saw the way her lips opened in delight and her cheeks and breasts bloomed like roses. Her arms tightened around his back and he could do nothing but give in to his own hunger at last, shuddering helplessly as his body jerked out his seed.
Afterwards he rolled off her and pulled her close, his arm locking comfortably around her waist as he felt the first velvety beckon of slumber. He must have slept—he didn’t know for how long—only that when he opened his eyes the moon had moved across the sky and Flora was lying there, bathed in moonlight, a small smile of satisfaction curving her lips.
‘Did you enjoy that?’ he questioned, bending his mouth to one silver-tipped nipple which instantly puckered beneath his questing tongue.
‘Mmm.’ She wriggled a little, parting her thighs as if to encourage the hand which was resting on her belly to move downwards but her voice was a mixture of shy and curious. ‘What took you so long?’
‘You want me to be faster next time?’ Deliberately misunderstanding, he began to finger the honeyed folds, but if he thought pleasure might divert her line of questioning, he was wrong.
‘That’s not what I meant.’
He sighed, giving himself up to the inevitable. ‘I kept away from you because I figured that platonic was best for both of us, for all the very obvious reasons.’
‘And they are?’
‘Oh, come, Flora.’ He slid a finger over one slick fold, suspecting she knew his reasons very well. ‘You really want me to spell them out?’ he taunted.
‘Y-yes,’ she gasped.
‘Sex is a complicating factor in an already complicated relationship.’
‘I agree. So what happened?’ she whispered. ‘What changed your mind?’
‘Are you just angling to hear me say that I was wrong?’
‘Only if it’s true.’
There was a short pause. ‘Yes, it’s true. I can’t seem to resist you,’ he gritted out reluctantly. ‘Satisfied?’
‘Um…’
Vito was laughing as he bent his head to her breast once more but a momentary ripple of unease whispered over his skin, because he wasn’t used to humour in the bedroom. Was it that which made him take it even slower than before, reassuring himself that his steely self-control remained intact—until Flora was writhing and whispering words into his ear which were turning him on even more?
