“Come here, baby.” Sinking onto the bed, he pulled off his loafers, letting them drop to the floor. “I want to put it on you.” He picked up first the small toy that fit over her clit and then the dildo, which wasn’t quite as large as he was. “Are you going to use these?” He raised his gaze to hers, and the desire creeping into all that dark blue sent a wave of weakness through her.
She moved between his thighs and unhooked the fine gold chain. “Yes. I’m going to dance for you first. Hopefully, you’ll find my dancing sexy. I’ll find it sexy if you’re using that lube and getting yourself off while I’m getting myself off. We’ll just be getting started.” She wanted to reassure him that they would be doing more than watching each other.
Geno leaned forward and brushed kisses over her lips. Featherlight. As if he were painting them with an artist’s brush. Her heart stuttered. Her sex clenched. His hands dropped to her hips, and he pulled her closer to the heat of his groin. He was so hot. Only the material of his trousers separated them. She was completely naked other than her ballet slippers. She pressed tight against the thick evidence of his desire. He was long and thick, so hard, his girth wide. She rubbed against him without conscious thought, trying to alleviate the building ache.
She’d been thinking about making love with Geno for days, looking up the best ways to make things work between them. She’d spent so much time thinking about him and working out the details, planning for this night, that she was already aroused.
Geno leaned closer, kissing his way over her chin and down her throat to the curve of her breasts as he reachedaround her to clip the thin chain of diamonds around her hips. His mouth closed over her right breast, and he sucked, his tongue fluttering against her nipple. Fire streaked from her nipple straight to her sex. She circled his neck with one arm and stroked the front of his trousers with her palm.
Anticipation was very necessary when it came to sex. She was so ready after thinking about Geno for so long and planning everything out for him. She loved those sensual lines carved so deep in his face. The way his eyes lit up for her. Not just lit up. It was far more than that. There was love there. So much she could drown in it. She couldn’t remember having anyone love her. Not like this. Wholly focused. Intense. Overwhelming. Real.
Geno was a sexual man. Not just sexual, but everything he did was sensual. He might look different from his suave and sophisticated cousins, but his dark, dangerous appearance only added to his sensual attraction. She saw the way other women looked at him. There was a natural, primitive appeal. He would never want for sexual partners if he looked for them.
“You always look so beautiful, Amaranthe,” Geno murmured.
His breath felt hot against her skin, adding to the desire coiling like a hot fist deep in her abdomen. The pressure built faster and stronger than she expected.
She was very certain Geno was the only one who thought she was beautiful, but she knew he genuinely believed her to be, and that knowledge made her feel beautiful. And sexy. She’d never considered herself sensual, but right at that moment, with Geno looking at her the way he was, she felt sensual. That feeling and the way he looked at her gave her the necessary courage to continue with her plan.
She stepped away from him reluctantly. “I think you really need to strip, Geno. Everything off.” Desperately trying not to blush, she indicated the items she’d laid out on the tray. “I’m dancing for you and hopefully you’ll enjoy yourself.Reallyenjoy yourself.”
Geno flashed her a dark sensual smile, one that took her breath and sent heat spiraling down her spine. He had no inhibitions at all. He shed his clothes with an easy casualness, his fist circling his heavy cock as he stretched out, one hand lifting the toys on the tray.
“You did a good job shopping, Amara. I did some shopping as well.”
More color swept up her skin. “You did? Were we reading the same articles?”
“We seem to be on the same page when we decide on things,” he said. He put down the thick dildo and used the lube. “Nice that this is good-tasting.”
Her blush deepened. “I’m all about thinking ahead.”
•••
Geno’s body was already as hard as a rock. He couldn’t take his eyes off his shadow dancer. He’d done everything wrong his first night with her, although he’d been determined to do things right. He’d been too rough, gone too deep, made her sore. He wasn’t going to repeat his mistakes. He’d done research on the internet, but he’d also consulted with an expert on how someone his size could have the best sex possible with someone Amaranthe’s size. It seemed as if Amaranthe had done the same. He loved her even more for caring enough to spend the time researching and then putting a plan into action.
Just seeing the toys and lube on the tray had Geno choking with emotion. She loved him enough to want to research the same way he had. She hadn’t retreated from him the way many women might have, instead she’d looked for ways to make their sex life good. Instinctively, he knew she wanted that for him because he mattered to her. When he considered having a partner, he hadn’t really envisioned her loving him or even caring enough to do little things for him, let alone finding ways to make their sexual relationship as amazing as possible.
Geno had always thought he would be the one to makeor break the relationship with his wife. He knew he would be faithful, and he would demand her fidelity, but in all honesty, he didn’t expect her to remain loyal to him. He really didn’t expect her to love him. Along came Amaranthe. His heart clenched hard in his chest as the fireplace sprang to life and the music started.
His dancer was so small, tiny really, in comparison with him. She glided across the floor looking ethereal in the dim light she’d created. He could imagine her in a forest of trees with fog surrounding her, a fairy princess dancing in and out of the veil of silvery light, believing no one could see her as she spun and swayed so gracefully.
Her hair fell in thick waves, covering her feminine form, and then the long waves would part to reveal the smooth line of her back or her small, perfect breasts. Sometimes as she spun or leapt or swayed, it was only the glitter of diamonds on her hips and the enticement of the vee between her legs he caught glimpses of.
Geno thought the dance was the most sensual performance he’d ever seen. He’d been to many clubs, and this wasn’t a bump and grind. She wasn’t consciously trying to be sexy for him. She’d given herself up to the music, become totally lost in it. The moment she did, her natural sensuality took over. She moved through the light and shadows, holding him spellbound.
His body reacted to the erotic vision, his cock pure steel. Without conscious thought, his fist tightened, moving faster to the beat of the music. Heat racing down his spine, radiating out from his groin so that intense pleasure burst over him. Then his cock was erupting like a volcano, jerking over and over while he shuddered with euphoric release and didn’t want the feeling to end.
Through his climax, he hadn’t taken his gaze from his shadow dancer. She was exquisite. Perfect. Sexy. Everything he could have dreamed of but hadn’t had the imagination for. He’d never once conceived of having a womanlike Amaranthe for himself. The music began to slow. To fade. She slowed her pace. He became aware of the sticky mess on his stomach, thighs and fist. In a warmer on the bedside table were a towel and a wet cloth. Amaranthe thought of everything. He cleaned himself, unable to keep his gaze from straying back to her.
“You are not only beautiful, Amaranthe, but you dance like a dream,” he said. The rasp in his voice was more pronounced than ever. He sounded gruff. Primal.
She hadn’t come up the stairs to him yet but stood in the middle of the floor with the dark cloud of hair falling around her. Her hair was wild, the waves and curls adding to her sexy appeal. She tilted her chin, her eyes bright, both hands moving over her body, following the path his would have taken if she were close to him. She traced the upper curves of her breasts.
“I always thought I was too small until I was with you. Suddenly, I not only feel beautiful, but sexy. You make me feel that way, Geno.”
His breath caught in his lungs as her hands framed her breasts. His cock was coming back to life that fast. It was difficult enough to pull his gaze away from his fiancée when she was anywhere near him, but when her hands moved in a slow seduction over her body, it was impossible.
She glided up the stairs toward him, once more moving in and out of the dim light provided by the lamps in the room so that she appeared to be behind the silvery veil again. The light from the sliver of moon burst out from behind a dark cloud to spotlight her, turning the mass of dark hair into shiny, wild silk. The chain of diamonds glittered invitingly, drawing attention to the shape of her hips, her feminine belly and the dark curls hiding treasure at the junction of her legs.
