She sank a finger inside her slick cunt and swirled it around, drawing out with a succulent sound of her juices inviting him in.
“Creamy too. And I must taste you,” he demanded.
“Oh yes, now please,” she urged. “Eat me.”
With a loud shout of delight and two strong hands to her inner thighs, he held her up and used deft fingers to spread her wider, part her frothy curls away from his mouth and find her clit. Swirling her little button with short licks of his tongue, he sent her stumbling backward. He followed her like a beacon, grabbed her thighs and held her up. Then using his fiercely talented tongue, he lapped up her juices in long, wide swathes from the base of her cunt to her hairy apex. Feasting on every morsel of her puffy lips with loud, sweet, succulent swipes of his tongue, he tended her throbbing core like a man at his last meal. And oh, my god, did this man know how to dine. Delicately, slowly, boldly, ravenously sucking her, nibbling her, kissing her to madness that sent her to the edge.
But in a rush, he stood. “I must be naked. Do it,” he commanded, arms out.
Trembling with raw need, mute with longing, she pushed the soft black wool of his jacket from his chest to the floor. Then dealt with the buttons of his shirt. But desire made her fingers clumsy and she whimpered in frustration when, in urgency or pity, he seized her hands and pushed them to his waistband. She unfastened the button, slid inside his trousers, darted down inside his jock and cupped her hands around the large, hard package of cock and balls she’d wanted from first sight of him.
“I must see you,” she pressed against him, her lips on his.
His breath mingled with hers. “Do what you wish, my queen.”
And in a flick of her hands, his underwear was dropping and so was she, down to her knees. “You are huge,” she whispered in enchantment at his blue-veined shaft. “How big are you?” she asked herself more than him as she wrapped one hand around the base of his cock—and smiled when her fingers could not meet.
He growled as he gripped her shoulders and drew her up to him. “You will be well loved when I am inside you.”
“Show me,” she pleaded, her hand beginning to pump his heavy member.
In one stroke of his leg, he pushed both of hers open, removed her hand and in one smooth, glorious glide, he rammed himself home.
Impaled, she hung there on him. Her hair streaming down her back, her neck arched, she grabbed air and reveled in the total physical fulfillment she’d never had with Tim—or that silly boy in high school. Delirious with joy, she squeezed Sergio’s cock with her vaginal muscles, when suddenly he was gone. She was empty.
“No, no, come back!” Furious, she pummeled his chest.
He cursed, hoisted her up in the air and plunged her down once more on his blunt rod. “Jesu, enough!” he shouted, and withdrew yet again. “We need a bed.”
He scooped her high in his massive arms and strode like a king with his bounty toward the hall—and his bedroom. There he lowered her like a treasured prize tenderly to his bed, arranging her just so, hair fanned upon the coverlet, arms out, legs wide.
“Listen to me, my luscious queen,” he demanded. “Once, we will fuck. Fast. Hard. To give us both the relief we need. And then,” his fingers were busy with removing the shirt and letting it drop to the floor, “we will savor each other. As we wish. No rules. No boundaries. All imagination. And pleasure.”
She licked her lips. “Please. I am so empty.” Her hands drifted to her pussy where they possessed the mad desire to caress her clit and give herself the hollow satisfaction she’d so often done for herself these past three lonely years.
“Remove your hands, mia dolce,” he commanded her, his eyes on her cunt. “That cat is mine.”
She did as she was told, but frisky and petulant, she undulated on the bed. “She demands you pet her.”
“Later.” He climbed on the bed, loomed above her and produced a long string of condoms. With two tears with his teeth, he had one out and rolled it down his very red and impressive member. Bracing his arms, he grunted, and in one swift hit, drove his magnificent rod right up to her hilt. “First,” he surged upward to fill her with his power, his stunning thrusts, “I will possess her.”
She clutched him to her, shifting her hips up to take his wide girth in and feel the immense pounding claim of him. She clutched at the bed linens, a tortured animal in heat.
He gripped her legs, forcing them back toward her chest and pulling her ass up so that the backs of her thighs rested on his knees. And then he fucked her with measured, molten precision. He pumped her like a man who did this every day, every night. She bounced with his thrusts, straining not to move on the bed lest she lose a second of this fierce magic.
But his fingers circled her tender clit—and beyond her delirium she heard him say, “You will come, Regina, now.” His words were his bond as his fingers swirled her clit, thumb and forefinger, driving her to keening delight. She plucked at his arms, needing him more, more, more than she imagined she could ever take. But then she’d never had a man this big, this devoted to sex to her, to her rippling, pounding pleasure—and to his own. So she came like the thunder and so did he.
After his last growling thrust, he bent down to claim her mouth, his tongue dancing with hers in a harsh tango of bliss. His cock withdrew, his fingers dipped inside her cunt and skimmed along her swollen labia to her ass and her little sensitive hole. Suddenly, his fingers delved inside her ass and his cock reclaimed her cunt. She arched upward at the fullness of his possession, screaming for more of him.
“Yes, again,” he crooned to her, and rocked her hard and fast to fervid ecstasy.
She pulsed in huge waves of pleasure as he met her in madness and the two of them drifted back to earth in a meltdown that had them entwined and panting in each other’s arms.
A minute passed, perhaps two or more, and he withdrew. Peeling down the condom, he tied it off and rose to discard it in the bathroom and wash his hands. She heard him tear another packet, pad back toward the bed and sink down to her. There he pressed open her knees, settled himself between them and combed his fingers through her pussy hair. “Such a wealth, my cat.” He put his lips to her clit and nuzzled her. “Mia dolce, I must have more of your sweetness.” He spread her lips wider, plumped up her lips and scraped his teeth over the hood.
Jolted, she jerked up like lightning. She shot a hand down to cover his mouth. “I am so sensitive, Sergio, I can hardly bear it.”
“But you want to.” He flicked her clit with tiny touches of his tongue and inserted two fingers in her cunt. “Don’t you?”
“Oh yes.”
He nuzzled her. “You have made all this warm cream for me, my queen. I would be less a man not to drink of you. I know you can take me again. I will show you.”
And he did.
He fucked her long and hard and slowly with just his cock. Then when she lolled back in ecstasy, he rolled her over, probed her little hole with tender fingers before he ate her there like a man feasting on his last meal. And when she screamed for release, he inserted the tip of his cock there, promising, “I will fuck you like this every hour, my queen, first in your cunt and then your sweet ass and you will see how you welcome more and more of me.”
And so he did.
But after each, he would rise, remove the condom, wash his cock and her pussy and then don another. Afterward, he would lift her from the bed to languidly fuck her both ways in the shower, or on his knees above her in the big whirlpool tub, or on the floor of the bedroom, towels and robes aswirl beneath her to cushion his glorious thrusts and her oh-so-thrilling orgasms.
As dawn’s light crept through the gossamer drapes in his suite, Reggie closed her eyes to nestle into his muscular body. And on her lips, she knew was the biggest smile of her life. Because she refused to think what lay beyond the dawn.
She had gotten what she wanted here. Fierce, dizzying, bone-wearying sexual fulfillment with an imaginative lover.
She wouldn’t as
k for more.
That wasn’t part of their agreement.
Chapter Two
“Thank goodness the wedding is not until four,” Reggie said to him the next morning as she crossed the sitting room of his suite in search of her thong and dress.
Sergio was rolling in the breakfast cart that room service had just delivered. He had donned one of the resort’s white terrycloth robes just as she had after their most recent shower together.
She picked up her thong from the floor and tucked it in her robe pocket. “Wow, am I glad that my room is on the next floor down.” She chuckled as she picked up her dress and shook it out. Struck by the image of herself in the wall mirror, she bent over and noted that her face, free of makeup, was flushed with sexual contentment. She grinned at herself and at Sergio as he approached her. “I can take the service stairs and no one in my family will see me in this.”
Sergio stood behind her and wound his arms around her waist. In the mirror, Reg watched his heavy-lidded eyes grow black with desire as he kissed her nape. “Must you dress now, cara mia?” His hands delved inside the robe and his fingers began to toy with her bush. “I like to see this cat purr.”
Reggie sighed as he petted her pussy. “You don’t have to see her to know she purrs for you.” Who was this risqué woman who spoke like this? She stared at herself, unsure.
He halted his caresses. “What, bella? What is the matter?”
She opened her mouth to answer—and paused when she realized her first inclination was to give him a platitude and a lie. But again the truth of her lack of sexual sophistication reared up. She wasn’t used to such forthrightness with a man. Not in broad daylight. Not even after such a wild night naked in his arms.
Sergio pressed her back against him. “Trust to the moment, Regina. Trust to me, whom you trusted all through the night.” He turned her around. “Look at me. There. I love your beautiful big eyes. They say so much.” His tone dropped to a whisper. “I love your smoky voice, bella. Talk to me or I will never know how to love you better.”
“You melt my resistance.”
“Good.” He hugged her to him. “Melt into me, my darling. Tell me the problem.”
“I’ve never talked like this.”
He blinked. “What do you mean?”
She swallowed her reluctance and her shyness. “My husband and I never talked about…our bodies.”
He stared at her. “Not your hair?” His hand threaded into her long black tresses and trailed down to where the curls covered her breasts.
She shook her head.
He palmed both breasts. “Not your pouting nipples?”
She inhaled as she looked down at his slender fingers pinching her areolas through the nubby white cloth. “No.”
“He did not love them?”
“Oh, oh yes. He did. He just—” She glanced away, and there in the silence she found the courage she had claimed last night when she’d come here to make love with this man. She’d not been disappointed in Sergio as a lover. She examined his handsome face now and admitted to herself she was not being disappointed in him as a man, either.
And so she told him, “Tim liked sex but not enough to…” she bit her lower lip, “talk about it. Or say he needed it or say he needed it more than once or…”
“Or what?”
“Be creative.”
“I see.” Sergio put his warm lips to her forehead. “And so last night was new for you.”
He was not asking, she noted, but merely needing to hear her confirm it out loud.
“Yes, in many ways,” she sighed, and wrapped her arms around him.
“And you liked it.” He pulled back to peer into her eyes.
She smiled into his. “I loved it. All of it.”
He grinned. “So did I, Regina.”
“I thought so,” she told him with the new bright delight of a woman’s conviction that her lover had enjoyed her thoroughly.
“So then,” he stepped back toward the cart and smiled at her, “we will continue.”
She nodded. Their time together would be short. Only today. The wedding and the reception and dinner dance.
“Come. Dine, my darling.” He beckoned with the roll of his fingers. “Let us enjoy what we have.”
The double entendre was not lost on her, so she laughed and walked toward him.
“What have you ordered?” She surveyed the cart filled with fruit, pastries and three silver-domed servers.
“Pineapple, yogurt, cereals and crepes.”
“Wonderful! I am starving.” She began to remove one of the domes and he caught her hand.
“Remove the robe so I may dine in pleasure.”
She gazed up into his incomparable dark gaze. Such desire she had never seen in a man’s eyes. “You are so demanding,” she praised him. “And I cannot refuse you.” She undid the sash of her robe and shrugged. The rough cloth brushed over her breasts, abrading her nipples and stimulating her skin as it slid over her hips and legs to the floor. “And you, my dear man, must also be naked.”
In a moment, he shrugged to let the robe fall to a chair behind him.
And in the light of morning, Reggie saw him as she had not really seen him last night. In her haste, in her ravenous desire for him, she had noted the long, lean muscular tone of his body. But she had not been able to admire the broad shoulders, the sculpted ripples of his pecs and abs, the lean hollows of his loins, his powerful legs that had helped to pump ecstasy through her so thoroughly last night. But oh, did she love the sight of that one asset of his body that had given her the most pleasure.
Her gaze flicked up to his. He watched her intently, unabashed, waiting.
She licked her lips. “You are quite beautiful,” she whispered. “I did not take time to truly see last night.”
His mouth spread wide in humor. “I did not give you time.”
She stepped forward, her hands stroking from his shoulders over his satin muscles to his dark rose nipples. “I will take it now.”
He sucked in air. Swallowed hard. And muttered something in Italian.
“I translate that to mean,” she bent to circle one of his nipples with her tongue, “you give me all the time I want now.”
He groaned, his hands tangling in her hair as she ministered to his other nipple with her tongue and teeth.
Pleased with herself, powerful, she sank to her knees. She had not imagined how huge a man could be. Had she really taken all of this inside her?
She smiled. She had, she had. And now to measure his length and girth as her cunt had done last night so many times, she cupped one hand under his gigantic balls and wrapped the other around his cock. Her eyes drifted closed. Last night had been no fantasy, no dream. He had filled her with more man than she had ever known.
He was long. Red with prominent blue veins. He was erect. Reaching upward toward his navel. He sprang from a tight thatch of midnight curls. And he was dripping pre-cum. She reached to lick it off.
“Oh Jesu,” he growled.
And she sank onto him and loved him with her mouth and tongue and licked him with an avid devotion she was only now discovering. Sucking his hot satin skin, she paid attention to his slit. Tantalizing him with the tip of her tongue, she would titillate him and then sink as far as she could onto his wonderful shaft. To her delight, she could not reach his mound of hair. But the need to lick his cock and his balls had her furiously trying to figure out how to love him completely. Her efforts had him groaning at her and trying to pull away. She grabbed his hand and held him in place as she loved him with her mouth until she felt him come in her where she had never before had a man’s seed.
When he had pulsed one last time, he stood still as she rose. She went to the bathroom, rinsed with mouthwash and returned to him with a serenity that was new and welcome.
But the expression on his face was one she’d never seen on a man. He was quiet. Searching her face as if he were seeing beyond her skin into her soul.
She pause
d.
She knew he had loved what she’d done for him and so she strolled toward him and embraced him, kissing his throat.
His arms came around her like steel bands. “Mia dolce,” he whispered to her ear, “you are a treasure.”
She wanted to ask if anyone had ever done that for him. But that required a boldness she did not possess. She had no rights to his private life before last night. If she knew, she would want more—and she knew that knowledge would be dangerous to her peace of mind. Instead, she leaned back in his arms and smiled. “Shall we have breakfast?”
His lips curved gently. His eyes caressed hers. “Come sit with me.” Hands on her hips, he sat in a large chair with wooden arms. He leaned forward to kiss her belly and then patted his thighs. “Sit to face me, drape your legs under the arm rests.”
She threw back her head to laugh. “You are amazingly inventive.”
He winked at her. “I want to see your eyes and mouth and breasts and this black cat,” he grabbed her bush, “as we eat.”
She settled down upon him, wiggled to get comfortable, and in the process made him laugh. “As long as I may enjoy you as well,” she said as she ran her hands down his hard chest to his groin and nestled her fingers into his neat little patch of curls.
He inhaled. “Do as you wish, my sweet. I am yours.” He took a strawberry from the cart and held it before her mouth. “Open your talented lips, bella.”
She did as she was told, ate and then he produced another berry. He took a piece of pineapple, gave it to her, licked juice from her lips and then broke off a piece of a croissant to pop into her mouth. She did the same for him, licking crumbs from her fingers and his lower lip until she saw that between her legs, his cock grew hungry too.
She stroked him from root to tip. “You have the stamina of a ten men.” She grinned widely at him and made her eyes dance. “Ten men I’ve never known existed.”
He laughed as well but his hand stilled hers. “Ten men I would like to ensure you never meet.”
Her gaiety died. “We won’t discuss tomorrow, agreed?”
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