But then she clasped an arm over her breasts.
‘Non… Do not cover yourself…’
Her eyes widened at the harsh demand, but she let her arm drop.
He swallowed, knowing he had to calm down to make this good for her.
Climbing onto the bed, he took her arm, kissed her fingers, then trailed his tongue along the sensitive skin inside her elbow, across her collarbone, to circle her stiff nipple. Lifting her breast, he fastened his lips on the pouting tip and suckled hard.
She groaned, bowing back, her sobs like a whip to his senses.
He worked one breast, then the other, trapping her tender flesh against the roof of his mouth, entranced by her instant, unguarded response. Had any woman ever been so attuned to his needs, so quick to meet his demands with demands of her own?
He brushed his fingers into the curls covering her sex, and coaxed the slick folds open, to locate the plump nub of her clitoris. He circled it, testing her readiness, aware of the painful erection already threatening to burst out of his pants.
‘Dario… Oh… God…’ She writhed, each teasing touch making her buck, until she was riding his hand, desperate for relief.
Finally, he gave her the sure solid touch she craved. And watched, enthralled, his own body already on the brink, as she shattered.
She was still trembling, as she opened eyes slumberous with afterglow. He staggered to his feet, to wrestle off the rest of his clothing. Naked,finally, he rolled her onto her stomach and dragged her onto her knees until he could probe her glistening sex from behind.
He didn’t want to see her face, couldn’t let himself get lost in those bright, bliss-shattered eyes, in case he again saw the vulnerability she had shown him that afternoon.
She let out a staggered groan as he drove deep, her recent orgasm allowing him to bury himself to the hilt in a single thrust. He held her hips—to pull out, and pound back—forcing her to take the full measure of him. The tight clasp of her sex massaged him in rhythmic beats as he began to move.
Her cries of fulfilment became rawer and more elemental. Finding her clit, he worked it, ruthlessly, forcing her over again, his own climax building like a tsunami.
The burning heat seared through him, scorching him in brutal waves, the driving need building to a blistering crescendo. His movements became jerky, uncoordinated as the devastating orgasm slammed through him—fast, furious, unstoppable—and he emptied himself inside her at last.
Tali fell forward onto the mattress, her body shaking with the vicious power of her orgasm… Make thatorgasms…
Dario’s big body collapsed on top of her.
How many orgasms had she had? Because it felt as if each one had layered on the last, until the brutal mindless waves of pleasure had become never-ending.
He was still firm inside her, the penetration still deep. But then he lifted off her. She moaned, the blissful afterglow only intensifying the strong sense of loss.
She’d been looking for a connection with him, but maybe this incendiary connection was all they would ever share.
The rasps of their breathing slowed, and the afterglow faded, but the painful regret remained, snaking around her chest to squeeze her ribs.
He touched her cheek. ‘Look at me, Tallulah,’ he murmured, the demand softened by the husky tone.
She made herself meet his gaze in the half-light, trying to disguise her reaction.
This is just your first multiple orgasm talking, Tali. That’s all.
Lit by the setting sun, his handsome features looked stark, the red glow accentuating the scar on his cheek.
Why did that make her heart squeeze?
‘Bene?’ he asked.
‘Sì,molto bene,’ she said, replying automatically in Italian.
A smile lifted his lips, making his harsh features look almost boyish. The fierce approval in his eyes made her throat close.
She placed her palm on his scarred cheek, needing to acknowledge their connection, however misguided.
