Not a word was exchanged while they dried themselves and brushed their teeth. All conversation came through their gazes locked in the mirror’s reflection.
It was a conversation they’d shared many times, all lust and sexual promises. But this time their silent conversation ran deeper, touching his heart as well as his loins, and when she put her toothbrush in the glass and reached for his hand, he entwined his fingers through hers and let her lead him into the bedroom with his heart fit to burst.
On the bed, they stretched out facing each other. The tips of her voluminous breasts crushed against his chest, and for the longest time just gazed into each other’s eyes.
She gently rubbed her thumb over his bottom lip. “I’m sorry for biting you.”
“I know you are.”
Her eyes suddenly gleamed. “Shall I kiss it better?”
He inhaled her soft scent deep into his lungs. “I think that would be very helpful for my recovery.”
Inching her face a little closer, she delicately brushed her lips to the tiny mark her teeth had made.
“Does it hurt to kiss?” she whispered.
“Not as much as it hurts not to kiss.”
Her face creased in a lascivious smile, she brushed another featherlight kiss to his mouth, then dragged her mouth over his cheek to his ear. Scratching her fingers down the hair of his chest and abdomen, she met the head of his erection and brushed her thumb to it with the same delicacy she’d kissed his mouth. Encircling the lobe of his ear with her tongue, her husky voice thick with desire, she murmured, “Lie back and keep still. I need to check if anywhere else needs kissing better.”
Excitement thrumming through his loins, his mouth filling with moisture, he gladly obeyed.
Slowly, tenderly, she pressed her lips down the column of his throat.
Niccolo closed his eyes and willingly submitted to the pleasure.
Georgia was the only lover he’d ever been able to be completely free with; free to be himself and explore all his hedonistic fantasies. Before, he’d believed the state of mind she induced in him came from her being a virgin their first time together, the act of her entrusting herself to him unlocking something within him that allowed him to entrust himself toher. There had been no holds barred, no judgements, nothing off limits. If either of them didn’t enjoy something, they simply moved on to something else that they did both enjoy.
Maybe the fact of her virginity and all the trust things that came with it had played its part, but he knew now that it was more than that. Much more. In Georgia, he’d find his soulmate, and if he hadn’t been so set in his mind on never wanting a family of his own, he would have recognised it sooner instead of running from everything she made him feel.
Now he was running to it. Now he was savouringallthe feelings, and when her tongue traced a ring around his flat nipple before her lips clamped on it and her fingers finally wrapped around his throbbing cock, Niccolo closed off his mind and surrendered himself completely.
Georgia hadn’t realised quite how badly she’d missed this. In all their months apart, she’d not given a thought to sex, had felt not a flicker of arousal, but now, with the taste of Niccolo on her tongue and in her mouth and intense heat throbbing deep inside her, she had the hazy thought that making love with Niccolo was the greatest joy life had to offer. It was a joy she needed. They both needed it. Close off the world and lose themselves in each other and the closeness that belonged only to them.
With the biting sucks to his nipples she knew turned him on so badly, she adjusted and tightened her grip on his erection, increasing the pressure as she moved her hand up and down the rigid smoothness.
Lower down she dragged her mouth, kissing and licking every inch of his chest and abdomen, and lower down she crawled until she was knelt between his legs.
Feeling like she could explode with desire, she licked the head of his cock and murmured, “Does this need kissing better?”
“Like you wouldn’t believe,” he groaned, and reached out an arm to spear his fingers through her hair.
Before Niccolo, whenever Georgia had thought about blow jobs, it had always been a shiver of distaste before she pushed the thought out of her mind. What could any woman get out of it?
And then she’d taken Niccolo in her mouth for the first time and learned exactly what a woman could get out of it. The thrills of pleasure that raged from her loins and spread out to her veins at his groans and grunts were as powerful as the thrills that ravaged her when he buried his face between her legs and made her come with his tongue.
She’d never been able to take him whole in her mouth, but that had never mattered, and as she slathered her tongue up and down the shaft, there was the dim notion that it was because he’d never cared. He’d been happy with whatever she’d been willing and able to give. He’d never tried to force her or manipulate or pressure her into doing anything, which had freed her mind into wanting to tryeverythingand not be shy about saying it because there was never any fear. Niccolo was the lover from her books wrapped in flesh and blood, and it was as much through his lovemaking as everything else that she’d fallen in love with him.
His groan when she covered the head with her mouth and slid her lips tightly down the length connected straight to her groin. With her heart and the spot between her legs on fire and her hand and mouth working in tandem, she pleasured him until he was grabbing fistfuls of her hair and mumbling her name over and over.
When she judged that she’d tormented him for long enough, she licked the head again and then licked down the shaft to his balls for more erotic torture. Licking and sucking them in turn, she let her tongue and mouth drive him wild, then dipped her head to lick lower, would have gone lower still if he hadn’t gently pulled her head back.
His face was contorted with desire. “I want to be inside you.”
God, she loved this man. Loved him so much and so hard that it was painful to breathe.
Crawling back up, she rested her hands on his chest and straddled his abdomen, careful not to touch or put any pressure on his stab wound.
