“You’re so damn beautiful, Nicoletta. Sometimes, when I would come to your bedroom, I swear I could barely breathe when I looked at you. Now, without your clothes on …” He reached up and touched her nipple gently. “You’re so gorgeous.” His hand slid to her belly. “Someday, our child will be right here, and you’ll ride me, just like this, and I’ll get to see how beautiful my woman looks when she’s carrying my baby and is about to come apart for me.”
His voice was velvet soft. Compelling. So beautiful. He never pressured her. He never tried to get her to move, but she desperately wanted to. She pressed down and took the heat of the large thick crown into her body. She gasped as he invaded, pushing into her, spreading her open, touching so many nerve endings. It felt so good. It was exhilarating and yet terrifying at the same time.
Still, she was in control. He didn’t so much as push deeper, even though she could see on his face the pleasure spreading through him. She was giving him that. She loved that she was. It gave her courage to continue. She wanted to see that expression deepen. Along with his pleasure, she could see approval, pride in his eyes. She loved that he felt that for her.
She flexed her hips and pushed down, swallowing more of him. He felt big. Thick. So hot. She forced air through her lungs as she moved her body in little circles, watching his face. His eyes darkened. The lines in his face deepened. She was doing that. She wanted more. She liked seeing the lust for her building in him. It was mixed with love. She could see that so plainly.
She pushed down, determined to take him deep. She hadn’t considered that doing this would mean taking him so deep. She could feel his natural angle and immediately adjusted her body to angle hers with it, positioning herself so that her hips aligned with his. She began to move, sliding up and down, squeezing him, using her inner muscles, watching his face. Sometimes she rocked. Sometimes she ground down. Other times she did a little spiral. All the while she gained confidence because Taviano loved it all.
His hands went to her breasts, kneading and massaging, and then his fingers tugged and rolled her nipples so that little streaks of fire raced to her clit. He switched his attention from her breasts to her clit, flicking and teasing until it was inflamed, and she knew she was close. Before she could finish herself off, he caught her hips and stilled her.
“Try turning around and facing the other way.”
Her breath caught in her throat. “Away from you?”
“That’s right, tesoro, facing away from me. You’re still in control.”
She wasn’t certain she could do that, although the idea must have somehow appealed to her body because she went even slicker. She could feel the heat. She knew he was letting her know she could trust him in any position. She was in control, but she wouldn’t be able to see what he was doing. If she was on her hands and knees, she wouldn’t be able to see. If she was on her back, he would be pinning her down. For a moment, she couldn’t breathe.
Nicoletta refused to give in to panic. She nodded and rose up on her knees, allowing him to help her, his hands on her waist as she slowly turned her back on him, turning, his thick crown swirling just in the mouth of her entrance. It felt so delicious, that slow, sweeping turn. Then she leaned forward in a slow, deliberate sprawl, sliding back down over that hot, steel shaft. The new angle drove her wild. It hit her bundles of nerves from different directions, and each streak as she rode him sent flames raging through her.
His hands went to her bottom, rubbing over her cheeks. For a moment her heart stopped and then began pounding, but she felt his heart pounding to the same rhythm right through his cock as he began to move with her. She wanted him to move, and she encouraged him. She liked his hands on her cheeks and then when he caught her hips and pressed into her for a few hard upward thrusts.
Fiery tongues licked over her skin. Flames raged between her legs, threatening to consume her. His finger slid from the nape of her neck and down her spine and stroked between her cheeks, gentle, possessive, all the while his hips thrusting into her. Her breasts bounced and jolted with each thrust.
“Your clit, piccola, flick your clit now.”
She obeyed him because it was Taviano and she loved and trusted him with every cell in her body. The moment she did, fire erupted through her, a volcano of sensation. She ground down over him and then she was sobbing his name, her body clamping down on his like a silken vise, a thousand hot, hungry tongues milking him dry, greedy for every drop he could give her. She’d never felt anything like it, wave after wave of pure pleasure rolling through her, consuming her. Taking her. Taking him. It was perfection.
She lay over him, heart pounding, unable to move, limp and sated. Her lungs refused to work. She couldn’t roll off of him to see if he was alive or if she’d killed him. That was entirely possible.
Beneath her, his body shook, and then his hand came down on her bottom. “I’m not dead. And I don’t appreciate you thinking you killed me but you weren’t going to check.”
“Did I say that out loud?” she murmured, still not moving. She didn’t even care that he’d smacked her on the butt. He’d been gentle and he’d rubbed her bottom right away, taking away any possible sting.
“Yes.”
“Well, I can’t move. I can’t really breathe, so that’s my excuse.”
He laughed softly. “You’re talking, Nicoletta. If you can talk …”
She waved her hand in the air dismissively, but she did manage to roll off of him to one side of the bed. She almost rolled right onto the floor, but he caught her by the hips and stopped her before she went over. She was that limp, feeling like a rag doll.
“I’m so in love with you, Taviano,” she murmured. “Just in case I haven’t told you today. You’re the most extraordinary man. I’m lucky to have you and I won’t ever take you for granted.”
He sat up and kissed her spine, just above her bottom. “You slay me, woman. Every damn time. I’m going to run us a bath. Give me a minute and I’ll come get you.”
Nicoletta turned her head so she could watch him pad on bare feet to the master bath. He walked naked, with total confidence, the way he did everything else. Every muscle rippled deliciously beneath his skin, and if she wasn’t so exhausted, she would have jumped him all over again. He was that beautiful. And she was that in love with him. What man turned control over to his woman so easily?
He had made it easy for her to trust him, always a choice. She didn’t have to turn her back on him, but when she did, she’d been rewarded. She knew she would have more confidence if they tried a different position. She wanted to try now. She looked forward to it. She still wasn’t so willing to have him pinning her down on the bed, but on her hands and knees, yeah, she could definitely try that. Just thinking about it had her blood pounding all over again.
She found herself smiling. She wanted to hug herself, but she still felt a little like a limp dishrag, so she let one arm dangle off the bed and kept her eyes on the master bath. She didn’t want to miss one glimpse of Taviano’s powerful body as he came back for her.
“You have a smug look on your face,” she observed, as he prowled across the room toward her, making her heart beat faster. There was no other word for it. Prowled fit. He looked like a great jungle cat about to pounce on her.
He flashed a grin at her that looked suspiciously like he might just be a predator coming out of the trees. She watched him carefully, wondering if she might have to show him woman power—although it was going to have to be much later, when she got her strength back. How was it that he was up walking around, and she was just wanting to lie there?
He leaned down and nipped her bottom. She yelped and glared at him, batting ineffectively.
“Go away. You’re annoying.”
“I was a god a few minutes ago.”
“My mind melted. It’s back now. I forgot how really oral you can be. Keep your teeth to yourself. I’m drifting here. Dreaming a little bit. And before you get that goofy look on your face, not about you.”
“Who else would you be dreaming about but me, woman?” He shifted her, and easily rolled her into his arms before she could protest. His mouth found her neck. “You know you love me, and you think I’m the hottest man in the world. You can’t lie worth a damn, Nicoletta.”
A little shiver went through her as his teeth scraped and then he sucked on her skin. Every way he touched her seemed erotic. He kissed his way up her neck.
“I do find you hot, but that’s because I’m a little insane.”
He bit down on her earlobe. She let out a squeal and smacked him on the chest, glaring. “What did I say to you about your teeth?”
He just laughed and stepped into the giant bathtub. The water was a degree or two hotter than she liked it, and she let out another squeal and tried to climb out. He kept a firm grip on her.
“Don’t be such a baby. The heat will take the soreness of the shadows out of your muscles—or if I was just a little too enthusiastic there at the end.”
She caught the note of worry in his voice and immediately turned back to him, looping her arms around his neck. “Baby, you didn’t hurt me, it was wonderful. Everything we did was perfect. I’m hoping the next time you’ll be able to be the one to—” She broke off, unsure how to tell him what she wanted.
Taviano brushed kisses down the side of her cheek. “The one to what? Tell me what you want, Nicoletta. Next time what?”
She took a deep breath. They’d promised each other they’d talk things out, including about sex. Especially anything sexual. They were man and wife, and shouldn’t that be every bit as important as any other subject? Maybe more so because it was the most intimate between them? The way they expressed physical love?
“I’m afraid to lie on the bed. I’m afraid I’ll have a panic attack if you’re on top of me, but I hope I’ll get there one day soon. But I really want to try on my hands and knees, with you behind me. The idea is really hot every time I think about it. A little scary, but still, I think I could do it without panicking.”
He nibbled on her shoulder. “I like that idea. It is hot. But you know what’s even hotter?” His hands came up under her breasts and just stayed there, holding the weight casually, as if she belonged to him. As if he claimed her body. She loved the way he did that. He made her feel as if she were a part of him.
That voice. It got to her every single time. Excitement coursed through her. “What?” She could barely breathe all over again.
“I’ll show you when we get out of here. We’ll go down to the entrance hall, where the thick carpet is.”
She licked her lips, trying to think why down there. Their bedroom had privacy screens, making the room at least a little darker. It would be very light in the wide foyer. The entrance was round and very wide, almost like a turret might be, the carpet very thick and rich, with a mirror curving from floor to ceiling along the entire foyer.
Her head jerked up and her eyes met his. The mirror. She would be able to see him if she looked up. She touched her tongue to her lips. His heavy cock stirred against her bottom.
He grinned wickedly. “Now you’ve got me hot all over again. Just the thought of watching me disappearing into you is too much to think about. Can’t wait.” He stood up, her in his arms, water pouring off of both of them. “And I can see your face.”
It seemed so easy for him, his strength so casual as he caught up a large bath towel and pulled it around both of them.
“We’re dripping everywhere, Taviano,” she reprimanded, but she couldn’t help laughing.
“It’s our damn house,” he pointed out, uncaring, hurrying down the hall, leaving behind a path of wet footprints.
She didn’t care, either. Already the heat had started. He was nipping and kissing her shoulder. Her neck. She was doing the same. She licked at the drops of water on his chest. The moment he put her feet on the floor she went to her knees, surrounding his narrow hips with her arms and licking at his cock with her tongue, sweeping up his shaft and over his velvety crown.
Taviano’s body was already hot. So hot. She loved that about him. The heat poured off his skin, and when she took him in her mouth, she felt as if he lit her on fire. The addicting taste of him nearly drove her out of her mind. She wanted more. Cupping his heavy sac, she stroked and caressed while she sucked and laved with her tongue.
“Want you on your hands and knees, Nicoletta. I need to be in you again.”
There was a growl to his voice that had her gaze jumping to his. He looked the same, but different. Definitely hers, but most definitely Taviano Ferraro. He tugged on her hair, and she reluctantly let him slip from her mouth.
“Crawl over there, right in front of the mirror where it curves, so you can see anything coming at you from any direction.”
The way he said it was almost an order, yet it was sexy as hell. That voice again. Low. His eyes blazing with heat. With carnal desire. With passion. At the same time, he was giving her a sense of safety. She could see anything coming at her in the mirrors.
“You’ll be able to see my cock disappear deep. Your body rocking forward when I drive into you. Your breasts swinging with every thrust. It’s so sexy, amore mio. So damn sexy. Your face. I want you to see your face, that beauty when I take you there. And the way we look together. There’s nothing like it, Nicoletta.”
Taviano could distract her so easily from fear. She put one hand and then one knee into the thick carpet, looking at herself in the mirror. Her breasts did sway. Her nipples peaked. Taviano’s hand dropped to her left cheek, caressing and kneading the muscle as she moved into position.
“Look how sexy you are.” He knelt behind her, his hand sliding between her thighs, spreading her legs apart farther. “I love how slick you get for me.”
She watched in the mirror as his head lowered slowly. Her breath hissed out of her lungs and she couldn’t breathe as his tongue ran up her inner thigh and then licked at her swollen lips. His teeth nipped, teased and then scraped at her clit. She moaned and tried to look away but was mesmerized by the sight of him as he moved to the other thigh and repeated the action. His dark hair spilled around her lighter skin. She not only felt it, soft and silky, brushing against her cheeks and thighs, but saw it, looking so erotic in the mirror.
The burning in her core seemed to increase beyond what she’d felt earlier, and that was a little scary. He licked at her, plunged his tongue into her, stabbing deep and then licking along the seam between her cheeks and thighs before straightening. She saw his fist clamp around his cock and he began to pump. He looked so sexy in the mirror. She pushed back into him.
“Taviano. What are you doing?”
“Waiting.”
“For what?” She glared at him in the mirror. Or she tried to. Her gaze was on his cock. She couldn’t help it. He looked huge and still growing and she was burning, her hips bucking, trying to push into him, trying to capture his slowly pumping cock.
“I’m a gentleman, piccola. I wouldn’t want to just take advantage of your position without your consent.”
She licked her lips again. “Taviano, I would very much like you to put your cock in me.”
“How would you like that done? Hard? Gently?”
“Any damn way you like, just get it the hell moving.”
He didn’t wait. One moment he had his fist pumping his heavy erection, the next he had pressed the broad head to her slick entrance and thrust hard, burying himself deep. Lightning seemed to streak through her body as he drove her forward. She went to her elbows, her bottom up in the air, her head to one side, gaze fixed on the mirror, watching.
There was no way she could have looked away from the sight of his body moving in and out of hers. It was the sexiest thing she’d ever witnessed. He pulled nearly all the way out, and she could see his thick shaft glistening wet in the sunshine, gleaming in the mirror, and then disappearing again into her body.
She looked small and even delicate with Taviano’s larger body looming over hers. His hands were at her hi
ps, dragging her back into him, over and over. Each time he thrust into her, he buried himself harder and deeper, his fingers digging into her hips, jerking her into him. She couldn’t take her gaze from the sight.
Every muscle in his body was defined. His face was carved with a kind of carnal lust mixed with passionate worship. He was a blend of sensuality and dominance that merged so perfectly, it only added to the fire sweeping through her. She could see her own body moving with his, thrusting back in rhythm, and he was right, it was sexy, the rippling of her muscles, the swaying of her breasts, the way he suddenly caught her hair and pulled her head back so her back arched and the line was extremely sensual.
Her breath sawed out of her lungs, turned ragged. Tension coiled. She didn’t want it to end. She wanted him in her, filling her like this. It was beautiful. She felt triumphant. She felt exhilarated. She felt powerful. Most of all she felt loved and loving. This was a rougher sex, but no less loving, and she recognized that immediately. Every stroke, Taviano made certain, was for her pleasure. She pushed back, squeezing her muscles, making certain that everything she did was for his.
She felt him thickening, stretching her more, one hand stroking her clit, then her back, then her cheeks, soothing her, so that the flames banked just enough to keep her from flying apart. She found air and whispered his name.
“Taviano.” Velvet soft. A whisper of love. So intense.
“You’re my magic, tesoro,” he said. “Look at you. Look at us. So damn beautiful, you make my heart ache.”
He started all over again. A slow buildup, pulling almost all the way out until she could once more see the very edge of that thick, broad head. She wanted to hurry him, wanting the flames licking over her skin again. Desperate for him to send those fiery forks of lightning streaking through her body to every nerve ending. She wanted fast and hard. She got slow and easy. She got that smoldering burn that built and built until it was on her, and then it was crashing through her like a runaway train. Only then did Taviano go back to his furious pace, this one hard and deep, dragging her body into his all over again.
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