Chapter Five #3
Well, she didn’t actually—but she was willing to be convinced, especially when he was using his mouth on them like that. Flora tipped her head back as he flicked his tongue over the delicate lace, when an anxious thought was enough to halt her rapidly escalating rapture.
‘V-Vito?’
He lifted his head from her breast and she could see a muscle working at his cheek. ‘You want to change your mind?’ he gritted out.
‘God, no. It’s just…’
‘Just what?’ he prompted, the relief in his tone evident as he focused on pulling off her thick tights.
Flora swallowed as she lifted her bottom to help him. ‘You do realise these are the only clothes we’ve got?’
‘Well, I’m not about to rip these panties off if that’s what you’re worried about.’ His eyes narrowed appreciatively. ‘Especially as they are such exceptionally pretty panties.’
‘Thank you,’ she said, offering up a silent prayer of thanks to Amy for her perceptive early Christmas present. ‘But that’s not what I meant. You’ve got more clothes on the plane but I haven’t and I—’
‘You don’t have to stay in organisational mode all the time,’ he reproved, slithering the filmy briefs down over her thighs and dropping them to the floor. ‘None of your concerns will be a problem. There will be fresh clothes available when we are rescued.’
‘Because in your world everything can be solved by the snapping of your fingers?’
‘Something like that,’ he conceded, though a note of impatience had entered his voice. ‘So why don’t you stop worrying about logistics and undress me instead?’
Did he think her passive? Flora fretted, as she began to comply.
Would her fumbling fingers betray her inexperience of dealing with a handmade suit of this calibre?
Pushing the expensive jacket from his shoulders, she started to unbutton his shirt, letting her palm rest on the thunder of his heart as she began to explore his hard-packed torso.
As she scraped her fingernails over the silken skin, she heard his shuddered response—and didn’t it thrill her that she could make this powerful man sound almost helpless?
She pulled off his bespoke shoes and fine socks and pushed them to one side.
Next, she undid the buckle of his belt and unzipped his trousers.
It should have been the most bizarre occupation in the world, peeling off her boss’s silken boxers and being confronted by his huge erection—but instead it felt completely natural.
‘You’re beautiful,’ she said, almost without thinking, as the last of his clothing was removed and his powerful body was illuminated by firelight.
‘Am I?’
Flora nodded as her fingertips skated over him.
He was all hard planes and honed muscle.
Taut torso and flat belly, and beyond that his massive cock, standing proud against his belly—a pale pole against the richness of his olive-dark skin.
Maybe she should have felt daunted by the sight of all that raw, masculine power but she didn’t.
She felt empowered by it. By him. By the way she seemed able to turn him on so easily.
As his gaze burned into her, she felt as if he were drawing her deep inside him—as if some incredible sexual osmosis was taking place and two people were becoming one.
‘Totally beautiful,’ she affirmed huskily.
A faint frown creased his forehead and Flora wondered if she should dial down the praise for fear of frightening him off.
Maybe. She closed her eyes as he began to touch her, not wanting him to read any vulnerability in her eyes, but soon her insecurities were eclipsed by desire as he stroked with a sureness of touch which had her quivering with anticipation.
‘Do you like it when I do this?’ he enquired almost carelessly, as he dipped his head to the fullness of her breasts and circled his tongue around each puckered nipple.
Her mouth was so dry she could barely get the word out. ‘Y-yes.’
He drifted his hand downwards, past the soft fuzz of curls, to where she was unbelievably sensitive.
Gliding one long, slow finger over her quivering core, her body almost jackknifed with pleasure and he lifted his dark head to subject her to the smoulder of his molten gaze.
‘And you definitely like that,’ he murmured approvingly.
Flora couldn’t seem to find the words to agree, but maybe words were becoming redundant because now she was wriggling restlessly.
Her hungry body was making demands which were drowning out every other consideration.
Suddenly she wanted more than this skilled demonstration of how thoroughly he could turn her on—as if he were methodically going through a tick box of foreplay.
Because even though she wasn’t used to foreplay, it wasn’t enough.
She wanted him. Not playing with her as if he were tinkering with a car engine, but inside her.
Hard and hot and deep inside her. Reassuring her that this was real and not some kind of dream.
As if he’d read her mind—or her body—he reached for his discarded jacket and removed a condom from his wallet. He glanced up as he ripped open the foil, a slow smile curving the edges of his lips.
‘Do you want to take over?’ he questioned, sliding the protection over the thick shaft.
‘I don’t think my hands are steady enough,’ she told him truthfully.
Wordlessly, he moved over her and she opened her legs.
His blunt tip nudged insistently against her heat and she elevated her hips in silent invitation.
And then it was happening. He was easing himself inside her.
Pushing deeper and deeper until he had filled her completely and along with the instant rush of pleasure came another, even more powerful sensation.
It was as though she had been born with an empty space inside her, a space which had only ever been intended for Vito Monticelli and now he was inside her like this, he had made her complete.
Choking out a broken cry she pressed her lips into his shoulder as she clung to him and momentarily, he stilled.
‘I’m not hurting you?’ he demanded.
‘No!’
He tilted her head back, his gaze devouring her, scanning her trembling body as if he had never seen a naked woman before and she saw his features darken as something else must have occurred to him and he caught hold of her arms. ‘Please tell me you’re not a virgin,’ he husked.
Which she supposed spoke volumes about her technique! Flora shook her head and felt his grip relax. She wasn’t a virgin but right now she felt like one. As if this was the first time.
The only time.
And no way was she going to let him know that.
‘No. It’s just been a long time,’ she reassured him quickly, brushing her lips over the strong column of his neck. ‘But please don’t stop.’
‘You think I could?’ he questioned unsteadily. ‘Even if I wanted to?’
He pushed in even deeper, right up to the hilt, burying himself inside her as he took up a steady rhythm and Flora gasped.
Wrapping her thighs around his back, she moaned as he drove even harder.
His mouth was on her neck, her jaw and finally, her lips and as he deepened the kiss, she tangled her fingers in his hair.
As his movements grew faster, she could feel the beckoning of something incredible and suddenly she felt a sense of desperation as she tried to reach it.
‘Relax, cara,’ he urged her unevenly. ‘Don’t try too hard.’
As she followed his husked advice, she could feel all his raw power flowing into her.
The tiny tremors which had seeded in her core were now blossoming into fierce shudders of need, and Flora held her breath as her pelvis tightened and the world suddenly exploded into a sea of stars.
Surge after surge of pure delight threatened to take her under and then Vito was groaning out his own pleasure, his big body shuddering as he made each choking thrust.
He stayed inside her for a long while before withdrawing and when she opened her eyes he was staring down at her, his face tight with question as his fingertip traced a wavy track on one of her cheeks.
‘Tears?’ he questioned softly.
Surely there was nothing wrong with admitting what had just happened, to a man who had just brought her so much pleasure, who had proved beyond any doubt that she wasn’t frigid at all. ‘It’s…it’s never happened like that for me before,’ she confided shakily. ‘I’ve never had an orgasm like that.’
He nodded, then drew her comfortably into his embrace. ‘Good,’ he said, almost absently, and dropped a kiss onto the top of her tangled head. ‘I’ll give you another one in a minute.’