Page 27 of ‘I Do’ for Revenge
He looked at her. ‘I want to make sure you’re ready. Your first time might hurt a little.’
She shimmied out of her underwear, throwing the slip of material aside. ‘I’ll be fine. I’m not made of glass.’
‘No,’ he breathed, his eyes moving down over her body. ‘You’re not, are you?’
Still, he didn’t move fast. He put his hand on her, between her legs. Flora opened for him, trusting him implicitly. He explored her with a finger, then two, seeking where she ached, finding where she was so hot and wet. Moving in and out, making her hips circle and her head go back.
Then he was thrusting deep, massaging her inner mucles, and Flora was helpless to stop a wave of pleasure breaking her apart. She couldn’t breathe for a long moment, absorbing the magnitude of what had just happened.
When she lifted her head, she saw Vito rolling a sheath onto his erection, and then he positioned himself between her legs, holding the full weight of his body off hers.
Even as the last flutters of orgasm were still pulsing through her body, Flora was hungry for more. She tilted her hips towards Vito. He smiled and said, ‘Patience, little one.’
She wanted to scowl but then he was nudging the head of his erection against her body and she sucked in a breath when he breached her entrance. He kept going, watching her reaction, inch by inch, until she felt so full that she couldn’t breathe, but then she did take a breath, and another, and Vito pulled back out, before moving in again and starting up a rhythm as old as humanity.
Flora was no longer human as she was swept up into a vortex of building pleasure—so intense it almost bordered on being painful. She wrapped her legs around Vito’s waist and he sank even deeper, emitting a curse that would have made her smile if she hadn’t been so focused on reaching the pinnacle shimmering just out of reach.
But then Vito lowered his head to her breast and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking deep, biting gently and the peak broke over Flora with no warning, making her cry out, her back arch, and every muscle in her body clench tight. She was barely aware of Vito’s own guttural cry as his big body jerked against hers, both of them falling over the edge and down into an ocean of endless pleasure.
Dawn was lightening the Rome sky outside but Vito was hardly aware. He was standing, with a towel slung around his hips, a few feet from the bed. He’d just taken a shower and was already lamenting washing Flora’s scent from his skin. That made him nervous. This whole situation made him nervous.
He didn’t do this. He didn’t take women in off the street. He didn’t sleep with virgins. He didn’t watch lovers as they slept.
But...she was a vision. On her front, one arm raised. The plump flesh of her breast visible. Enticing. Wild hair spread out around her head, reminding him of how he’d wrapped it in his hand as he’d thrust into her over and over again and had chased a pinnacle of pleasure he’d never reached before.
That’s because she was innocent.
No. It had been more than that. Vito already knew that what had happened last night would only get better. He felt it deep inside. There was something unprecedented about their chemistry.
Making love for him had always been pleasurable but not...transcendent.
A sense of panic clutched at his gut. A sense of claustrophobia. But then he forced it back down. Reminding himself of all that he’d been through. All that he’d mastered. A woman couldn’t undo that, no matter how amazing the sex. And that was all it was. Amazing sex. He wanted to bark out a laugh at himself, for almost losing it. Over a woman. Over sex.
Vito was a loner. He had no intentions of that changing. He would never suffer the awful excoriating pain of loss and grief again.
But first, he had to set some boundaries and make sure Flora knew that, outside sex, there would be no intimacies. He would take her back to her own room. He didn’t indulge women in his bed after sex.
He bent down over the bed, intending to scoop Flora up, but she opened her eyes and saw him. Vito was instantly distracted when that gold-and-brown gaze widened on him.
She moved, and came up on one arm, her breasts swaying with the movement, causing his body to tighten as desire surged.
She looked deliciously sleepy, and well loved.Sexy.
He would move her in a minute, but first, ‘How are you feeling?’
She frowned, as if gauging, and then with a slow, shy smile, she said, ‘I feel good...amazing.’ She looked at him. ‘I wasn’t sure for a second...if it wasn’t a dream. But you’re not a dream, are you?’
She reached out and touched his clean-shaven jaw with a light touch, but it seared Vito all the way to his gut.
She said, ‘You’re real. What happened...was real.’
Vito, quite against his intention to scoop her up and take her back to her own bed, found himself flicking off his towel and climbing back onto the bed beside Flora, breathing in her scent and revelling in the way her body curved against his.
His blood was already pounding, hunger clawing. Why on earth would he take her back to her own bed when she was here now,his,for the taking? He asked, ‘Are you sore?’
She went a little pink. ‘Just a bit tender...but I want you again, Vito... Is that too much? Too forward?’ She buried her head against him as if she was embarrassed and Vito felt something disturbingly close to an emotion fill his chest. He pushed it back down.
It was just amazing sex.