Chapter 10 #2
Her hands snaked around his neck at the same time and their lips met again.
Not gentle now. Not light. Deep. Deeper.
Open mouths and questing tongues feasting on each other like starving beasts.
His moan reverberated through her head and stroked deep inside her before it travelled to all her erogenous zones.
Nat couldn’t breathe. Her head spun as the kiss spiralled out of control and she broke away for a second, dizzy and out of breath. Alessandro looked at her with a passion he didn’t even try to conceal. His lips were moist from her ministrations – full and beckoning.
She’d done that to him. Made this man look at her with eyes that devoured her, that branded her. She should be scared by this level of intensity but, God help her, she wanted more.
His thumb rubbed across the soft swollen contours of her mouth. She had him on her lips. Them. And she wanted more. To be joined even more intimately. To taste him more intimately. To have him inside her. ‘You’re so sweet,’ he whispered against her mouth.
‘Screw sweet,’ she muttered, then slammed her lips to his.
He met her ardour, surpassed it. His hands tangled in her hair, holding her captive, making escape impossible. Not that she wanted it. She could feel he was hard for her, her position on his lap giving his impressive arousal nowhere to hide.
Nat squirmed against it, wanting to feel it pressed against her more intimately. Wanting to touch it, damn it. Without breaking the kiss, she manoeuvred herself until she was straddling his lap, her nightdress riding up her thighs.
Thank God for quality Italian furnishing.
The big leather chair accommodated her most adequately and she wasted no time grinding down against him, seeking the pleasure, the relief she knew he could give her.
He broke off the kiss on a groan, the loud chug of his breathing practically out-drumming the rain. ‘Nathalie.’ A few tendrils of hair had wisped free from her ponytail and he pushed them back as he murmured, ‘I want to see all of you.’
And she wanted to see all of him.
His hands snagged the hem of her nightdress and lifted, dragging it off over her head.
Her naked, unfettered breasts fell free and Nat moaned at the exquisite pleasure of cool air on painfully tight tips and the hot flare of lust in his gaze.
His hands moved up then, fondling and squeezing, her peaked nipples dragging deliciously across the rub of his fingertips.
‘Inferno!’ he muttered. ‘I want to taste you.’
With one arm around her back, he did just that, sweeping her close, his mouth closing over the nearest offering and sucking hard. Nat cried out at the sheer pleasure of it, clutching his shoulders as his tongue rasped against the sensitive flesh and her world tilted and spun.
He lapped and licked and sucked and rolled his tongue expertly around the entire elongated peak.
And just when Nat thought she could stand the erotic torture no longer he released her and she almost fell against him.
But only for a beat as he lowered his head, opening his mouth for her other nipple.
‘Alessandro!’ She wasn’t sure if she was begging him to stop or urging him on – all she knew was she was swirling like a leaf in the wind and they hadn’t even got to the main event.
When he finally relinquished her nipple it was to say, ‘I want you.’
Three little words. Not the three words most women want to hear but Nat couldn’t have cared less. She’d heard those words and they’d been an empty promise. Right now, she needed this. Alessandro. A man who wanted her with an intensity she doubted she’d ever known.
‘Condoms?’ she panted.
‘No.’ He shook his head. ‘I’ve had one sexual partner in the last five years.’
‘Same. And I have an implant.’ So, they were both safe. And she’d die tonight if she had to leave this room unfulfilled.
Clearly satisfied, Alessandro muttered, ‘Good,’ before returning his attention to her breasts.
Nat grabbed his shoulders as lust slammed into her gut, her hands fumbling as they reached between them, finding him bigger and harder and thicker than even she’d imagined. He moaned into her mouth and a surge of warmth between her thighs confirmed how ready she was for the steel of his cock.
They pulled away as she manoeuvred him out of his material prison, buttons and zips no barrier to her eager fingers. Finally, her hand found bare skin and his groan was deep-in-her-bones satisfying.
‘Nathalie…’ Warm air puffed on her breasts as he pressed his forehead to her chest. ‘I don’t think I’ll last very long if you touch me like that.’ He sought her gaze. ‘It’s been a long time.’
Nat squeezed his girth, her hand luxuriating in the velvety glove sheathing the core of solid rock. He snatched in a breath and expelled it on another groan.
‘Good,’ she said on a pant. ‘We can do slow later.’
Then she lowered her head, opening her mouth over his, feeling him surge in her palm as his tongue thrust inside her mouth. Hands squeezed her buttocks, dragging her closer, and she rubbed herself against his naked length, aroused beyond all rational thought.
There was no planning now. She was just moving to a rhythm as old as time, to the wild urgent thrum of her pulse.
She needed to feel him inside her and without conscious control she was lifting over him, pushing the crutch of her panties to one side, then settling against him again, the head of his cock nudging her entrance.
Nat didn’t even pause before her hips sunk instinctively down, meeting his as they thrust instinctively up.
She cried out as he filled her more than she’d ever been filled.
She vaguely heard him calling her name but a pounding in her blood, like jungle drums, was taking over and she moved to their beat as he rained kisses down her neck and took a puckered nipple in his mouth.
She gasped at the sensation, holding him to her breast, hanging on for dear life as the beat became a canter and then a gallop. ‘Alessandro!’
The drums rose to a crescendo and she knew she was going over the edge. ‘I can’t… Oh, God, I can’t stop it.’
‘Nathalie,’ Alessandro roared as she writhed through the tempest of her orgasm.
Throwing his head back against the leather headrest, he clutched her hips and thrust one more time, causing her to gasp as he bellowed out his own release.
‘Yes, yes,’ she called, moaning and bucking, her nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure, so deep, so profound, rained down.
The fact he was with her, thrusting and pumping as he rode the wave of his own orgasm, only drove Nat higher.
She clutched him tight, driven by the echo of the drums still spiking her blood, milking him in wild abandon as she bucked and rode him to utter completion.