“That doesn’t mean…” Incredulous, he lifted his head. “You’ve never brought yourself off?”
He loved that her cheeks coloured so deliciously. “It… No.”
“Have you tried?”
“It never occurred to me to. I always think of it as something men do.”
He was about to assure her that women could enjoy it too, but stopped himself. She would ask how he knew, and his answer would upset her. He never forgot the upset in her eyes when she’d thought he was comparing her to his past lovers after they’d had sex the first time.
That Francesca was still a virgin in the art of self-pleasure…
Lacing his fingers through her hair, he imagined her making herself orgasm for the first time. Unbelievably, the image alone was enough to make his loins tighten. “You should try it.”
“One day,” she muttered.
Rolling her onto her back, he captured her eyes in a sensuous gleam. “I can teach you.”
Her cheeks burned into another delicious flame. “I couldn’t.”
“Why not?”
“I’d be too embarrassed.”
“To masturbate in front of me?” Bending his head, he captured a beautiful breast in his mouth and languidly sucked it. God, he didn’t think he could ever resist sucking her breasts. They were exquisite, not just in their beauty but in the effect theyhad on Francesca when he took them in his mouth. She was just so damned responsive, as sexually needy of him as he was of her. “And yet you are not too shy to let me kiss you everywhere…”
“That’s different,” she protested weakly.
“Of course. But you were shy to start with.” He moved his attention to her other breast, encircling the peak until she’d hardened, and trailed his fingers down her abdomen, and brushed through the soft hair between her legs. Gently, he rubbed a finger on her hidden nub.
Lifting himself onto his knees, he spread her legs and knelt between them. “Would you find it less embarrassing if I were to go first?”
He’d thought he was spent. Thought she was spent.
The hardening of his cock and the arousal flickering in her eyes proved how very wrong those assumptions had been.
Gripping his burgeoning erection, he leaned forward a little to rest a hand lightly over one of her gorgeous, succulent breasts, and began to masturbate himself.
As he made himself fully hard, her eyes widened, the pupils dilating.
“You find this erotic?” he asked huskily.
Her plump lips pulled in and released.
He drifted the hand on her breast back down to her pubis. Her nub wasn’t so hidden now…
His lascivious stare locked on hers, Gino continued to masturbate while using languid precision to bring her to swollen arousal. Only when she began to squirm and writhe did he move his hand away from her.
“Now you must touch yourself,” he whispered as he tightened his grip around his shaft and increased the pressure. “Let me see you give yourself pleasure as you’re seeing me.”
Her breathing heavy yet shallow, her eyes not leaving his, she slowly lifted her hand and caressed her belly before tiptoeing her fingers lower, dipping between her legs.
“That’s it, Chicca…” He groaned. Suddenly it was a struggle to speak. “Touch yourself as I touched you.”
Her fingers fondled between her legs, tentatively exploring until her shoulders made the slightest of jolts and her eyes pulsed.
“Feels good?” he managed to drag out.
Her lips parted and made the lightest of moans. The hand between her legs was moving rhythmically.
