Tuscan Heat (SoBe Heat Book 1)
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“It is,” he murmured against her sensitive skin. The hairs on the back of her neck stood to attention, but he’d paid them no attention as his warm lips trailed back and forth over them. “I own the place.”
Lania gasped. She certainly wasn’t expecting that response. What she did expect, however, was his next action. While kissing the back and sides of her throat, one of his large hands slipped into her pants. Of all the times she had to wear constrictive clothing, she’d chosen this time.
“Take these off,” he told her, finally backing up to allow her to not only follow his order, but to catch her breath as well.
Lania kicked off her sandals and then removed the jeans. An idea crept into her mind and while he was busy taking his own clothes off, she smirked and then bolted for the French doors. She’d made it outside and heard him right behind her. Remembering the path to the pool, she ran down the stone. All of those morning runs on the sands of South Beach helped her stay in shape. It was a good thing too, or else he would’ve caught her for sure.
Once on the travertine stone pool deck, she backed up as he stalked closer. There was a predatory look in her eye that made her feel as if she were being hunted. It shouldn’t have turned her on as much as it did. Should’ve…would’ve…could’ve…were her thoughts on that. When she peered behind her shoulder, she realized she was now at the edge of the pool.
Mario knew it too and pulled her toward him. Having found herself crushed against his chest, she raised her head, intending to kiss him, when he turned her so suddenly that both fell into the water. It was déjà vu and when she broke past the surface of the water, she sputtered, “You’re still such a—”
Just as it happened three years ago, Mario silenced her with a brutal kiss, one that weakened both her knees and restraint. Lania clung to him as he ate at her lips, jaw, cheeks, ears, and throat. His mouth wasn’t the only part of him she felt everywhere. Strong hands caressed her body, and she cried out when one of them slipped between her legs. “Mario.”
He inserted three fingers inside and went straight for the prize. Lania brought one leg up as her head fell backward. Mario De Palma was skilled in so many areas, and she could see why the women raved about the pleasure they’d received at his hands. There would be no more tales and gossip to live vicariously through. This man was hers, and she was all his.
Lania pushed all thoughts out of her mind and nearly lost hers in the process when his fingers stroked that spot deep inside of her repeatedly, until she came around them. “Oh God,” she moaned as her body was wracked with spasms. When the last one passed, Mario removed those long digits and lifted her body. In one stroke, he filled her completely.
“You’re all mine, Melania,” he rasped to her as his mouth once again found hers. He thrust simultaneously with both his cock and tongue, quickly driving her back to the edge.
Mario hiked up one of her legs, holding it in place, and then withdrew. When he slammed back into her, the position allowed him to hit the exact same spot his fingers had done seconds earlier. She couldn’t moan, whimper or scream, and would’ve done all three if she could have. He was truly a man possessed and between the barrage of stimulation in her core and his heated assault on her mouth, she shattered apart again.
This orgasm pulled her under so suddenly that when Mario finally lifted his lips from hers, all she could do was to suck the oxygen back into her lungs. Her deep pants were raggedly hoarse, and she collapsed against the back edge of the pool wall. “Holy hell,” she eventually got out.
Mario smirked arrogantly at her, and she saw the wicked gleam in his eye. Any thoughts she had of him pausing were erased when he lifted her other leg. “Has anyone ever taken that tight ass of yours, little girl?”
She nodded and then shook her head before nodding again. It took a moment for his words to truly register. To be honest, she couldn’t even remember. Sex with him was that devastating to her head. Finally, she nodded once more. Lania hadn’t ever had anal sex, but she was willing to try just about anything with him.
“Good,” he rasped. “I want to fuck you with nothing between us, including this latex. Tomorrow, we’ll take a trip into Florence and have all the necessary lab done, and once our results come back clean, there’ll never be any barriers again.”
Lania shivered and then watched Mario remove his condom and toss it over her head, onto the countryside behind her. Next, he slid his cock between her slit before finally raising her lower body. She’d been mentally bracing herself for this moment in the few seconds since she’d agreed to try it. Nothing could have prepared her for the pain she felt as he worked his massive cock inside of her, or the pleasure she felt when he withdrew and then slammed back into her back channel, fully seating himself.
Their eyes met, and hers eventually rolled into the back of her head as Lania curled her fingers over his shoulders as he took her with both wanton disregard and sheer force. “I’m not going to last much longer. Fuck, Melania, your ass was made for my dick. Finger your clit and we’ll both come together.”
One of her hands moved to the sensitive numb, and she felt her entire body jerk on first contact. A loud wail left her lips as she furiously rubbed her aching clit. She could feel the throbbing of his shaft in her ass and the rhythmic clenching of her core. Having to remind herself to breathe, each one came out in a shallow gasp. Lania could barely hold on any longer.
“Oh God,” she repeated over and over again, until she finally screamed his name. “Mario!”
It was an explosion of color and sound as what felt like every cell in her body detonated at once. Her hips bucked uncontrollably as she came apart for him, and then finally, Lania felt the first warm jet of his release hit her back wall, and it triggered a final orgasm for her. She twitched repeatedly and finally sagged against him, feeling a stream of tears rolling down her cheeks.
She’d never cried during a sexual encounter before, but Lania was so overcome with warring emotions that she couldn’t help herself. Mario withdrew his cock from her ass and gathered her up and into his arms. Lania’s head rested on his shoulder as he waded through the water. When he stepped out of the pool and laid her down on one of the nearby chaise loungers, the fatigue of the past few days set in, and she yawned.
“It looks like someone is worn out,” he stated, and she rolled her eyes at his arrogant smirk.
“You’re looking a little tired,” she replied, earning a chuckle in response. “I’ll let you get some rest now.”
“There’s no rest for the wicked, little girl,” he said, causing her words to backfire. Mario picked her up, and seconds later, he had her pinned against the stucco exterior. “And I’m plenty wicked. You’re about to see exactly how much.”
Lania moaned as he thrust into her pussy, then let out a keening wail as he withdrew his cock and then drove into her ass until he was fully seated once more. This second round was entirely Mario. All she had to do was hold on as he fucked both her ass and pussy, finally sending her hurtling over the edge of another monstrous climax. This time, however, she allowed him to bask in the glow of his sexual mastery, mentally and physically giving into exhaustion right afterward.
Epilogue
THURSDAY HAD FINALLY ROLLED around and even though she couldn’t be there with her girls in person, Lania was intent on being there in some capacity. Sitting in front of her laptop, she waited for everyone to arrive so she could send her best from across the world. Her friends decided to meet at Arielle’s house this week since Lania was in Italy, and she smiled as her redhead friend’s face came into view.
“Arielle,” Lania said and waved. “Where’s everyone else at?”
Her friend waved back and then said something to someone behind her. A few seconds later, she saw a few familiar faces come into view. Niles, Rachaela, Olivia, and Kimara were all there. Of course, one person was late, as usual.
“Where’s Jade?” Lania asked, even though she already knew the answer.
Niles brushed her platinu
m blond hair over her shoulder. “You’ll lose your Wi-Fi connection if you wait on her.”
Lania and Rachaela giggled. The dark-haired beauty nudged Niles. “Quit hogging Lania time.”
“We can see Lania anytime,” Kimara said and then snickered. “Who we really want to see is your Price Charming.”
“Agreed,” Olivia added as she peeked over Kim’s shoulder. “Tell him to quit hiding.”
“Maybe Lania’s worn him out,” Niles said from somewhere behind the group of women.
They all burst into fits of laughter, and Lania grinned at them.
“And when he makes an appearance, Lania, tell him to lose the shirt,” Arielle added.
She shook her head at her friends. One of these days, they’d all find a man of their own, and when they did, payback would be so sweet. Lania heard a rustling sound over her shoulder, and she saw Mario standing there in just a towel. He’d just gotten out of the shower, and smiling sweetly up at him, she motioned him over, making sure to slide out of the way of the camera.
A loud chorus of gasps and wolf whistles greeted them as soon as her friends caught a glimpse of Mario. Finally, she shooed him away, mouthing that she’d be ready for bed soon. As her body heated from arousal, Lania turned back to her girls. A final face appeared when Jade arrived fashionably late as usual.
“Where is he?” the brunette demanded to know.
Lania smiled. “You’ve missed him, Jade. Next time, be on time.”
She heard muted conversation, followed by laughter, and then felt the tears as they sprung to her eyes. Wiping them away, she observed the bantering between her friends. For the first time, she almost felt like she was on the outside looking in. What she saw, however, warmed her heart.
Her relationships with this group of strong, beautiful women transcended simple friendship. Just like the four women in their favorite television show, the seven of them were family. Lania wouldn’t trade them for anything in the entire world. She continued to watch them, occasionally joining in their conversation.
She was reminded of a scene from the last episode of the Golden Girls when one was saying goodbye to the others. She talked about how their friendship was something she’d never expected. It was the truth, and as she smiled thinking about the last seven years with her friends, Rachaela’s face came into view one more time.
“And we know you’re in Italy, but for the love of all things holy, get your ass back here as soon as you can. We love and miss you,” she said.
“Ditto,” Lania replied. “I’ll be back in a few days, and you’ll be able to eat something edible.”
Arielle stuck her tongue out at that last remark and then each girl took a few seconds to say goodbye. After closing her laptop, Lania stood up and then walked toward the bedroom. When she appeared in the doorway, Mario was lying on the bed in a pair of black sweatpants.
She’d previously planned her next move, and when he sensed her presence and turned his gaze toward her, Lania undid the tie to her bathrobe. A few seconds later, the fleece material slid down her body, and she stood there naked. “The heat isn’t the only thing hot in Tuscany, Mario.”
About the Author
Anise Storm is a new Erotica author, specializing in BDSM and Ménage.
A Southern transplant, Anise is married with children. She has a love of football, shoes, and tall, dark heroes. When not spending time with family or traveling, she can be found either curled up with a good book or writing.
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Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Epilogue
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