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by Milly Taiden

  “Oh, oh yes.” Hushed whimpers resonated through the darkness as her head dropped back against the planes of his chest, twisting to get close to his neck. Greedily, she tugged his mouth to hers, licking and tasting, brimming with insatiable kisses.

  The weight of her shirt vanished, falling to the floor. He unclasped her bra, slipping the thin straps from her shoulders. The cool night air emitting through the pane of glass, brought a welcome relief to her aching breast. Goose bumps raised high on her skin.

  “You are so lovely, absolutely exquisite.” His breath, heavy and moist, fell on her back as he clasped her hands, placing her palms flat to the window.

  Her back arched, hinging slightly at the waist. His solid thighs bracketed hers, molding to her hips. He moved expertly over her body, touching tenderly, rubbing her back, permitting her to grind intimately against his rock hard frame. Heat from her skin formed a fog of condensation around the imprint of her hand on the cold glass pane.

  Bending forward, she rested her forehead in the crook of her arm pressed against the glass. Vincent fondled her breasts, rolling the throbbing buds between his fingers. His mouth wandered over her bare back, placing passionate kisses down her spine.

  “I’ve waited so long. Sei cosi` bella.”

  Her body clenched and contracted at the empty void in her center as he murmured of how good she felt, how hard he was, how much he needed her. Her hips rolled in a rhythmic fashion, pushing against him, mutely pleading for more. She blindly reached for the zipper of her skirt, needing to feel him inside her. Vincent captured her wrists, lightly holding them to the small of her back. She stood tall, fingers wiggling to get to his pants.

  “Vincent, please. I’ve dreamt of you too. I want to touch you.” Her voice was hoarse adding quietly, “I want to watch you, to see your face.”

  Relinquishing his grip on her wrists, he turned her to face him. A rueful grin danced in his eyes. “It’s just…there are so many ways I want to please you.”

  Tracy worked hastily unbuttoning his jeans. Reaching in, she stroked the long length of him base to tip. Her fingers unable to encircle the thickness. She watched intently as his eyes drifted back behind the lids. “I want to please you too.”

  His hips jutted forward accepting her exploration of the contours of his body. She loved the effect her touch had on him. His eyes turned drowsy and he let out a shaky savage sound with each pass of her hand down the hefty length of him. Vincent lowered his head, raking kisses over the slope of her pale breast, taking her dark pink nipple into the fiery heat of his mouth. Her mind splintered at the pleasurable feeling of his tongue circling over the tight peak, drawing it into his mouth. The blistering sensation was mind blowing. Unable to do two things at once, she brought her hands to the sides of his head, holding his mouth to her breast.

  “You are so beautiful.” The tips of his fingers glided over the sensitive dip of her waist, moving to the button and zipper of her pencil skirt. “I love your curves.”

  Tugging at the hem of his white shirt, she pulled it over his head, touching the thick elongated bands of muscles that defined his abdomen. He looked powerful and sexy as hell. She raked her fingers to the dark hair covering the center of his chest, following the trail down his stomach. Something was happening inside her. An unfamiliar sensation flooded over her. A form of adoration and sentiment that filled her with deep happiness.

  Tracy crushed her breasts to his chest wrapping her arms around his waist, not wanting to let go of him. The coarse dark curls tickled against her nipples with each rise and fall of her chest. “I’ve missed you so much. I have thought of you…of that night…every day. All this time I’ve wasted without you. I could’ve—“

  He hushed her dismay with another smoldering kiss. Vincent unzipped her skirt, wiggling the material, trying to get it over her hips, but he couldn’t get it off. Pulling his lips away from hers, he yanked and tugged, but the formfitting skirt wouldn’t budge over her hips.

  “We seem to have issues with my dresses.” Amusement laced her laughter. She gasped hearing the tearing of cloth and her skirt falling to the wood floor. Cool air sent chill bumps over the flushed skin. “Hey, that was my favorite skirt.”

  “Mine too. This one drives me fucking crazy. Where the hell do you find them? I am going to buy you a closet full of them.”

  He stared at her in the shadows of the moonlight, raking a long luscious glance over her as she stood before him in black lace panties and her peekaboo pumps. Urging her away from the side of the bed, Vincent held up a finger. “Un minuto.”

  Grabbing hold of the corner of the headboard, heavy and adorned in carved acanthus leaves, Vincent scooted the vintage bed directly under the window beneath the star-filled sky. Their eyes connected. A small smile lifted at the corners of both their mouths. He unzipped his jeans and let them fall to the floor. Her heart fluttered, spurring wildly like the wings of a hummingbird. A severe rush of fervor climbed up her chest, warming her cheeks. The smile chased away from her face. She hooked her middle fingers into the sides of her panties and started to draw them downward, but he stopped her.

  “Please, allow me.” Vincent scooped her up and knelt on the edge of the mattress, climbing to the middle of the bed.

  Minutes passed as they rolled and tumbled over the soft white linens. Arms and legs tangled with passionate kisses full of endless petting and nuzzling. She could feel the invisible threads, the deep connection she thought was lost, binding them together, as if not a day had passed.

  Placing her hand on his chest, she pushed gently until he sat back on his haunches. Breathless she stammered, “I’m on birth control. Do you have protection?”

  “I have condoms.” A long pause. “But I don’t want to use them.”

  “I always use protection.” This drew an unhappy scowl from Vincent. “No. I mean, yes I have always used a condom. But no, not like it sounded. I don’t…I haven’t…I’ve only had a few boyfriends.” Tracy rubbed her hand up his thigh as she rambled on. “I gave up on dating a long time ago, especially after Greece.”

  “There has been no one for me since Greece. I don’t want anything between us ever again.” She heard him say, utterly enamored in the glorious sight of his nude physique, rock hard and rearing to go.

  “No one?” she asked.

  “No one. Is that enough for you?”

  She nodded.

  Any reserved shyness hidden inside her was dissolved by Vincent’s broad smile. She’d never felt this comfortable with a man, and there was nothing she wouldn’t say to him. Judging by the mouthwatering hunger growing inside, there wasn’t going to be anything she wouldn’t do to him either.

  She fingered through the dusting of dark hair covering his legs, fondling his erection and taut flesh below. “I have thought of you like this, wanted you like this, dreamed of what it would’ve been like to taste you that night.”

  She watched his throat jump as he swallowed. Vincent sank back on his heels, parted his knees a bit, as she took him into the warmth of her mouth. She licked at him, taking him in further, massaging with her tongue. A faint groan echoed above her head. His fingers played along her jaw. Vincent thread his fingers through her hair, the light pressure of it sent a spasm of pleasure surging, fierce in its force. She took him deeper into the suction of her mouth, wanted to please him, loving the taste and scent of male skin.

  “Bella, stop.” His words said stop, but the small thrusts he made into her mouth encouraged her to keep going. Tracy relaxed, taking him into her throat, something she’d never been able to do. She’d never even wanted to try this with another man, but the thrill of pleasuring him fueling her excitement. Cradling her jaw, Vincent eased her off him.

  “Oh God, I don’t want to stop,” she complained as he urged her onto her back.

  The black of his pupils swallowed the billowy grey hearing her say Oh God. He stripped off her black panties, adjusting her so she lay directly in front of him.

  “Trust me, I’l
l be on the menu later, but right now...” Vincent raised one of her legs straight up to the ceiling. She pointed her toes and he slipped the black pump from her foot.

  She grinned lifting her other foot so he could remove the other shoe. Her typical inhibitions replaced with self-assurance, Tracy dropped her legs limberly to the sides.

  Tracy read the erotic look, intent with desire, curling at the corner of his mouth. He had gained his composure and she was in for a long ride. His lashes half-lowered, scoring crescent shaped shadows across his cheeks, gazing at each showing curve of her body. The vulnerability of her position set off twinges of excitement in her stomach. She wanted to work up the courage to reach down and touch herself, but before she had a chance, he leaned over her, dragging his mouth and teeth over the soft mounds of her breasts. Reaching up, her palms came around his back, holding to the flexing surface. Her hips lunged upward searching for his erection, but he denied her, pushing her flat to the bed.

  He traveled downward and she stilled. Tracy whimpered with pleasure at the electric current pulsing beneath her skin everywhere his mouth touched. Clasping her thighs, he pinned them wide open to the mattress. Vincent nipped and kissed all around the pulsing spot, until she moaned, begging, “Please yes, you’re so close.”

  A quiet wicked laugh of satisfaction rose from the silhouette lodged between her legs. His thumbs bordered the edges of her slick center, one on each side. Gently, he opened, unlocking her flesh, breathing a hot veil of steam over the tingling surface. Tracy writhed and wriggled, her fingers twisting in his thick hair. He exhaled again, torturing her with need. A long deep hum rumbled in her chest and she squirmed searching to take his fingers.

  Vincent tenderly bit at the skin of her inner thigh, his teeth rendering her immobile. The tip of his index finger slipped along the crease of her wet skin, tender nerve endings quaked preparing for the invasion. “Say it. Amore Mio, say it for me.”

  Voraciously lifting her hips, she cried out, “Oh God, Vincent. Yes, oh please yes yes yes.”

  With one precise, intimate lick of his tongue, he parted her flesh, flicking at her aching clit. He kissed her in full exploratory motions, probing and penetrating, each stimulation gathering force. Vincent drew the swollen bud into his mouth, taking her higher and higher as he ate at the glazed softness, savoring the sweetness. Spasms began to mount, she cried out in a low hoarse voice.

  He responded, gliding a finger and then another inside the liquid heat. Taking more, he pumped and thrust, marauding in perfect rhythm as she clenched and contracted. The combination of his tongue and fingers, sheer magnificence. The sensation of release rising higher, peaking, bringing her to new heights of ecstasy.

  “Don’t stop. Oh my…Vincent.” Slipping past her bodily boundaries, Tracy cried out for him, coming in hard rocketing spasms. The explosion so powerful she felt as though she’d shattered into a million pieces, drenching his mouth in compensation for his unimaginable talents.

  The buzzing in her ears made it difficult for her to make out his praises in Italian, soft erotic murmurs, of how much he loved her sweet essence.

  A sort of feverish expression of surprise shadowed the edges of his face. He moved over her, eyes brilliant in color. “Amore Mio, I’ve never made a woman come like that. You’re so beautiful. So passionate. So intense. Fuck, that was amazing.”

  Her throat too dry to speak, she responded with a shake of her head. “I’ve never come like that,” she croaked. If she hadn’t just experienced the best orgasm of her life, Tracy might’ve been a little embarrassed.

  Vincent lowered on top of her, the weight of him was heavenly. He eased the head of his cock into the wetness, drawing a lascivious groan from her. “Si`, I’m going to make you come like that again. Over and over…”

  She gripped his shoulders loving the feel of muscles flexing beneath her touch. Pulling his head to hers, she kissed him, tasting her sweetness lingering on his lips. Vincent entered her slowly, in measured pushes, allowing her time to adjust to the thickness. Tracy wiggled at the intrusion, yielding gradually to his stiff length.

  “Easy. You okay?” He brushed the hair from her face. A sort of dreamy pleasure clouded his eyes. “I’ll go slow, just let go. Let me love you.”

  Nodding, she clenched at the fullness as he slid deeper, until he filled her solidly. Mesmerized by the view of the strain in his neck and shoulders, she relaxed, opening wider. He raised to his toes moving in deep-rooted thrusts, responded to each hoarse sigh of delight rolling from her throat. The bar of his arm wedged beneath her neck as he hooked one of her legs behind the knee, working further into her. She glanced downward, past their flexing stomachs to the erotic view of their bodies connecting. Slick wetness shone in the moonlight with each withdrawal.

  His gaze followed hers, and he released a shaky groan of excitement, adjusting to his palms and pushing higher onto his toes. Absorbed in the sensual moment, her hips bucked upward, wanting it faster, but he refused, staying the pace. Her gaze transfixed as he plunged into her, making love to her in tireless rhythm. Loud moans climbed higher, filling the quiet room with sounds of desire. Pleasure rushes began to tip, shattering in voluptuous jolts, erupting from her body like an exploding star. His mouth covered hers, tongue probing deep, taking her cries of blissful delight into his mouth.

  She ripped her mouth free, pulling in lungs full of air. In one final thrust, he buried himself inside her, climaxing with a long ragged groan. His raspy breath winded across the top of her head. Her arms and legs went limp, trembling from the overload of sensation.

  They kissed in the aftershock, sweet and tender. Their gaze was full of wonderment as if neither could believe the other was truly there, lying beside each other, real in the flesh. He eased onto one elbow, laying on top of her, mindful not to crush her. Vincent stroked the hair from her face, tracing the shell of her ear as he tucked a lock behind it.

  “This is how it should’ve been that night in Greece.” He whispered, “The sounds you make…the way you cry out for me…have haunted me. I have never wanted another woman, like the way I wanted you that night in Greece. Amore Mio, I have missed you beyond words.”

  She nodded. Hot salty wetness leaked from the corner of her eyes, gathering in her hairline.

  “Don’t cry. You’ll make me cry. It’s over now.”

  “Over?”

  “I’m never letting you walk away from me again.” The words rolled from Vincent’s lips in a promise.

  After moments of lavish kisses, heartbeats strumming together as one, he tugged her from the bed and into the shower. Feeling sedated and sore, she moved listlessly into the veil of hot steam. Tracy remained quiet, rapt in a euphoric high, letting him shampoo her hair and wash her body. Unable to pull her eyes from his bronzed skin, sleek and dreamy under the slippery bubbles, she could barely make out his concerns regarding her injury.

  He inspected the waterproof bandage still covering her abrasion, stating, “I’ll change the dressing tomorrow. I will take care of you, Amore Mio.”

  As his words of comfort and assurance drifted through the steam, somehow she knew he referred to much more than the bandage.

  Tracy washed him, exploring every defined muscle. Her fingers played through the trimmed dark hair surrounding his jutting erection. She fondled him, stroking inquisitively, captivated by his masculine physique.

  “You have never seen an uncut man?” He questioned knowingly.

  “No.” She shook her head, intrigued with the way her hand moved freely along his skin.

  His fingertips glided over the soft hallow curves of her midriff, slick from water. Looking up into his dark wet face, dim with lust, her heart spurred with anticipation. His fingers slipped beyond her tiny strip of dark curls to the smooth shaved skin below, drawing a low moan from her throat. Her hips jumped as he glided them inside her, gently massaging.

  Tender and swollen, she whimpered at the pleasure of his fingers working her perfectly.

  “I had no idea
it would be so good,” she purred beneath the spray of hot water raining over them. Laying her cheek against his dense shoulder, she relaxed against him, rocking in sync with his rhythm.

  He held her closer and her nails dug into the back of his arms, gripping for steadiness. Just as she began to tip, Vincent withdrew, removing his fingers. She floundered, shaking her head in complaint as he turned off the spray of water.

  “You’re so sweet, bella, I want to taste you.” She heard him say in a steely tone right before his lips met hers with bruising force, slippery with friction and laced with potent desire.

  A towel moved over her, drying her hair and body affectionately as they stumbled toward his bed. Vincent flipped a few switches, casting illumination onto the center of his bed. Standing at the edge of the mattress, he eased her onto her back, one knee parting her thighs as he crawled over her. His hands settled on both of her knees, spreading them wide.

  A red-hot glow seeped to her cheeks. Vincent hovered above her. His gaze lingered, drinking in every curve of her nakedness. The bright light strobe as her eye lids fluttered. Her heartbeat rocketed out of control, tensing under the bright lights. One reassuring glance from him, full of adoration, diminished her anxiousness.

  Collecting her wrists above her head, Vincent entwined his fingers through hers. He captured her mouth, starting at one corner and moving slowly to the other. She twisted, searching for his taste, familiar and delicious. He slipped his tongue inside her mouth, slowly dancing with hers with her tongue, licking in slow exploration.

  Ripping his mouth away, he burrowed his face into her neck, nipping at her collarbone and rolling his tongue around the lobe of her ear before sucking it into his mouth. Vincent crooned into the slope of her neck, “I’m going to ravish you properly.”