His heart stuttered in his chest. It wasn’t just her beauty—and he thought her the most beautiful woman in the world, it was the look in her eyes when her gaze settledon his. Desire was there. Lust even. But most of all love. Deep love. When she looked at him, her entire face softened. That look was priceless to him.
She climbed right up onto the end of the bed, her gaze dropping to his cock he’d once again fisted in his hand. He barely knew he was pumping slowly; he was so mesmerized by her. The tip of her tongue touched her bottom lip and then she began to crawl up the bed, looking as if she were stalking him. His heart accelerated as she crawled right over his legs, licking and nipping his thighs, so he shifted to give her better access.
Geno brushed back the silken strands of her hair to better see her face, although the sensation of the hair moving against his bare skin combined with the sight of her was nearly his undoing. He couldn’t allow himself to lose control again.
“Danzatrice Ombra, you gave me such a gift, it’s my turn to give you one.” Easily, he caught her under her shoulders and pulled her up beside him, rolling her over onto her back, almost all in one motion.
She gasped as she sprawled out beside him, her gaze jumping to his face, eyes moving over him with that loving adoration he knew he’d never get used to but would always crave. Her skin was flushed a beautiful rose, her breathing ragged. Never once did she take her gaze from his. There was trust mixed in the dark beauty of desire raging in her eyes.
He bent his head to hers, finding her mouth, those soft lips that drew him like a magnet. Kissing her transported him to another world. The truth was, he didn’t remember kissing any other woman before Amaranthe. No one tasted the way she did. No one poured fire into his veins or love into his heart the way she did. No one was memorable, or maybe it was just that she was so extraordinary she drove everyone else from his mind.
He kissed his way down her throat, lingering for a moment on her pulse, tasting her heart beating wildly,matching the primal beat of his. He found the curve of her breasts. Her tight nipples, responsive to the gentle rake of his teeth and tugging and pinching of his fingers along with the intense heat of his mouth. She arched her back, offering herself to him with those little soft moans that played like music in his head.
He moved his palm down her belly, taking in all that soft, satin skin. His. She gave that to him. Shared with him. She was such a miracle. Her tiny curls were damp with need, her entrance slick, already hot and inviting. Just what they wanted and needed. He kissed his way down her belly and inhaled her feminine fragrance, unique to her, triggering the addiction for her taste she’d already set up in him.
He settled between her legs, using his wide shoulders to hold her legs open for him. He wanted to take his time. Do this right. Give his woman as much pleasure as possible. Not just one orgasm, but multiple. She needed to be very slick to take his cock. This time he was determined she would feel nothing but absolute pleasure.
Geno used his vast skills, mouth, tongue and fingers to bring her to orgasm several times. He took her up slow, letting the burn smolder and then burst into flames so that the orgasm took her by surprise. As she was coming down, he took her back up again, using his tongue and the flick of his fingers on her clit, so that one orgasm rolled right into another.
By her third orgasm, Amaranthe’s head thrashed on the pillow, and she dug her heels into the duvet as if she might escape. He wiped his glistening jaw on the inside of her thigh and reached for the toy on the tray on the end table.
“What are you doing?” She sounded breathless.
“Making certain you’re ready for me.” The rasp in his voice was more pronounced than ever. She might not be ready, but he was. His cock was pure steel. Painful even.
“I’m sure I’m more than ready, Geno,” she assured.
“We’re going to make sure,” he decreed. “Not to mention, this helps prepare your body for my size.”
The smallest smile flashed across her face. “You like this.”
“I do,” he admitted. “Sexy as sin.”
It was. He was easy about it, sliding the toy into her as gently as possible. Pleasure washed over him watching her body take the toy, watching her hips jolt, hear the moan, the gasp as her body fought to accommodate the girth of the dildo. He set the toy on the lowest setting as he slowly watched her body swallow it. The sight was sexy as hell. He couldn’t help fisting his cock, wishing the lube were closer.
“Do you want to take over?” He didn’t want her to, but he didn’t want to go too deep.
She shook her head. “It isn’t burning. I’ll say stop if you need to. I’m already close. So close.”
He could hear it in her voice. He turned the toy up another notch and let the dildo go another half inch deeper. She exploded, crying out, a soft little musical hitch. He pulled the toy out and put it on the tray, caught up the lube as he rolled to his back and beckoned to her.
“All right,la mia danzatrice ombra. You’re going to control how deep you go. Straddle me. Just lower yourself over the top of me. Like a cowgirl.”
Amaranthe didn’t hesitate. She was still feeling the aftershocks of the orgasm, and the expression on her face was beautiful. Her eyes met his in a startled, shocked, nearly dazed wonder. Geno had to help her, his hands on her waist, lifting her, so that she sat on his hips, legs on either side of his.
“That’s it, baby. Go slow,” he encouraged. He once more fisted his cock at the base, making certain she wouldn’t go so deep, and there wouldn’t be pain or damage. He had listened carefully to everything the expert had said to him, and he was determined to ensure Amaranthe had the best possible experience. He was not going to get so caught up in the pleasure that he lost control of the situation. Still, it was the biggest challenge of his life.
Amaranthe’s heat hit the sensitive head of his cock andthen slowly swallowed him. The fit was exquisitely tight despite all their preparation. She was slick and hot, very ready for him, but his girth still strained her capacity to take him. She took her time, allowing her body to adjust, using a little twist that sent flames spiraling through his veins. His fingers dug into her hip, but he didn’t take control, allowing her to go at her own pace.
She was incredibly sexy sitting astride him, undulating with little twisting hip motions to take his cock deeper, and then stopping to allow her body to adjust. Each time she stopped, he felt the grip of her sheath, that strangling silken heat surrounding his shaft, gripping like a thousand fists.
Her lashes fluttered, her breathing turned ragged, and the musical notes rose to a crescendo as she began to rise and fall in a rhythm, taking him deeper and deeper. At first, almost in slow motion, her body seemed to ripple to a beat that began to climb in pace—like a sensually moving dancer. It was impossible to take his gaze from her as she rode him.
He felt her heartbeat with every inch she took of his cock as she swallowed his girth and that silken tunnel surrounded him. Then she was moving faster and faster, throwing her head back and singing her little moan. Tentatively, he loosened his grip on his cock to allow her to sink deeper. It also allowed him to turn the overhead lamp on—to cast a shadow so he could see what she felt.
Hot pleasure rose like a tidal wave, swamping both as she rode him. Each jolt sent streaks of lightning rushing through their veins. Flames danced through them, arced over them. Rose higher and higher as the tension coiled tighter. Geno murmured softly to her, telling her he loved her, stroking caresses over her breasts, tugging at her nipples.
“Geno,” she whispered.
