He didn’t give her time to answer. Instead, he pinned her hands above her head and reared up to look down at her with an appreciative smile.
‘The more I see, the more I like.’ He explored her body inch by gradual inch.
He started with her shoulders, which were slender but sinewy from all the sport she played and the outdoor life she lived. When he circled her rosy nipples with his fingers, ending on the stiffened bud at the centre of each, she sucked in a deep breath and closed her eyes.
Her responses were so open, so transparent and so undisguised and every small utterance ratcheted up his libido until he had to clear his head for seconds at a time or risk rushing into needing to be satisfied immediately.
He licked and nibbled his way down her body, starting with her breasts and devoting attention to them. He could cover one completely in the palm of his hand and he loved the way she moved and squirmed when he did that.
She was so slight that he felt like a giant lying in bed with her. Her stomach was firm and flat and when he held her waist he could feel the slight jut of her hip bones.
‘You’re like a doll.’ He looked up at her and she stared down at him and smiled.
‘I used to be so envious of my sisters. They’re all boobs and legs and dark hair.’
‘Trust me, envy shouldn’t be in your repertoire.’
He returned to what he was doing, dipped his tongue into the tiny indent of her belly button and she sighed and sifted his hair through her fingers.
He was desperate to go slow but he’d never been so turned on in his life before.
He took his time with the sweetly prim cotton knickers. He placed his hand over the crotch, felt the wetness against his palm and groaned. Then he slid his hand underneath and stroked her until neither of them could take it any longer, at which point he pulled off the underwear and tossed it over his shoulder.
He almost came at the first sweet taste of the nectar between her legs. He flicked his tongue along the groove sheathing her clitoris and then took his time getting to the throbbing bud.
Her groan was low and guttural when he began to tease it with the tip of his tongue and she began to move against his mouth, pushing herself against him, urging him to do more than just tease, wanting to orgasm because holding off was agony.
He did. He wanted to feel her come against his mouth, wanted to be at the very heart of the moment of absolute yielding and vulnerability.
He had to fumble around for protection. It was in his wallet, which was somewhere in the bedroom. He groaned at the thought of having to break the connection between them, which was hot and intense, and in the end he didn’t have to because his wallet was on the table by the bed, although his hands weren’t as steady as they usually were when he ripped it open.
He thrust into her, a deep, plunging thrust, and the tightness of her around him was exquisite.
Her body arched and then relaxed as they moved as one, finding a steady rhythm and then syncing as though they had been put on earth to find one another and do just what they were doing now.
Alessandro came with explosive, mind-blowing satisfaction, satisfaction that settled in the pit of his stomach, making him languorous and deeply, pleasurably content.
He swivelled so that they were facing one another, their bodies knitted together, and gently stroked her hair from her face.
‘I’m sorry,cara…’
‘For what?’
‘For rushing, but I couldn’t help myself.’ He slid his hand over her thigh. ‘But no rush this time… Now, where was I before I rudely hastened proceedings?’
Georgie sighed with pleasure. Her body had never felt so alive, so complete, and the fact that he hadn’t rolled over and called it a day because he had satisfied himself felt like a timeless gift of absolute thoughtfulness.
True to his word, he took his time.
He followed the slow stirrings of her body as it came to life all over again. He teased her nipples with his tongue, which drove her insane. He guided her hand to touch him, told her what felt good, askedherwhat felt good.
He was a lover who considered his woman and she felt as if, in this moment, there were no one else in the world but the two of them and their languorous touching of one another.
His arms were solid with muscle under her fingers. She stroked him and opened her legs so that he could cup between them as he settled to rouse her with tiny nibbles on her neck.
They built each other up and, this time, the tempo between them was in perfect rhythm when they came, bodies fusing into one. Her short nails dug into his back as a shudder ripped through her and she arched against him.
‘I enjoyed that,’ he murmured huskily.
