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Tucking her feet under her, she watched dreamily as he poured the wine into two glasses and came back to sit next to her.
“To us.”
“To us” She clinked her glass to his. “You have thought of everything.” She murmured, looking around the room. The bed dominated the room, but there was an armoire, also an antique and a dresser. A vanity stool was tucked inside the closet with a padded stool in front of it.
“I wanted it to be ready for us. I never had a home before and I wanted one with you.”
She turned to look at him, her expression gentle. They had talked throughout the nights after making love and he told her everything. She had been horrified at what he had gone through and vowed that she would spend the rest of her life making him happy.
“You have one with me. And I really do not think I should be drinking any alcoholic beverage, just in case.”
“You had your periods when we just got to Italy.” He reminded her. She had been so disappointed that she had cried. He had reassured her with the fact that they had all the time in the world.
“And you have been making love to me nonstop.”
“Is that a complaint, my love?”
“Never.” Putting away her glass, she rose and whipped off her sweater dress. “But I want us to christen our bedroom.”
“What do you have in mind?”
“Why don’t you take off your clothes and let me show you?”
Putting his glass next to hers, he slowly rose. When he started to take off his sweater, she shook her head. Taking his hand, she led him towards the bed where the comforter was already turned down and the pillows plumped.
Pushing him down, she knelt to take off his boots and his socks before standing between his thighs to pull the sweater off.
“No touching.” She ordered when his hands came up to clamp around her narrow waist.
“I don’t think I can stand…”
“And no talking,” she smiled at the mutinous look on his handsome face.
She attacked his belt and black dress pants next, before taking off his underwear. A gasp escaped her when his erection sprang free. Pushing him back down, she secured the pillows behind his head and slid in next to him.
“Am I allowed to talk now?” He rasped.
“No. Neither are you allowed to touch.” Her hands wandered over his chest, with the dense sprinkling of dark hairs and gloried in the feel of his skin and the tightening of his small nipples.
Her fingers glanced over them and felt when his muscles leapt reflexively.
“Baby…!” He broke off with a groan when she bent her head and used her tongue to touch him. His hands clenched at his sides, his body reacting as she slid a hand between his thighs.
“I love the way you feel.” She curved her fingers around the throbbing length of him. His heart took several desperate leaps inside his chest as she proceeded to stroke him.
“So big. You fill me up and satisfy me like no one has ever been able to do.”
Her words, the seductive way she was moving her tongue over his flesh, combined with the slow stroking of his aroused flesh was making him crazy.
“I love the way you feel inside me.” Fingers were busy circling the tip, distributing the moisture around the edges. “Like now, you are ready for me.”
“Darling – Oh sweet Christ!” His hips lifted her hand slid down to cup his testicles and squeezed lightly. “Darling, I can’t.”
“Shh.” She moved further down, kissing his flat stomach and heading downwards until she was kissing the tip of him.
“Darling…!” He was breathing through his mouth, his body on fire. “No, please…” The rest of the words ended in a groan as she took him into her mouth. She worked him over, until he felt as if he was going mad.
While in Italy, he had taught her to please him, and she had been an avid student. Now she was using what she had learned todrive him insane. Her fingers worked on his testicles, while her tongue licked every inch of his throbbing flesh.