CHAPTER 4 Tanzi
”I”m not sure I want to know what that fierce look means.” He brushes my hair back from my face. ”Care to tell me anyway?”
”Why did you stop?” I counter.
No need to let him know the risk to his Mercedes” tires if he”s not planning to stop completely.
”Do you want this?” he asks.
Is that a trick question? ”Yes.”
He doesn”t ask again. Just grabs me and tugs me through to his bedroom.
Dappled sunlight filters through privacy panels casting a soft glow over the room. The huge bed in the center of the room should scare me maybe, but all I want is to be on it...naked, with him.
”You are so beautiful, Tanzi.” He makes a sound of frustration. ”There should be better words, but there aren”t.”
Growing up the daughter of a former international supermodel, I have been taught that appreciation for my physical beauty counts for very little. So, why does hearing Rio tell me he finds me really attractive feel so wonderful?
There”s no time to ponder it before he”s kissing me again, this time accompanying it with small, barely-there caresses along my back, over my buttocks, and down my arms, before skimming the top of my breasts.
It”s more seductive than any direct onslaught could be. I crave every new touch and ache for more direct stimulation.
He”s long since discarded his suit jacket and tie, leaving the way clear for me to undo the buttons on his shirt. My thumbs brush over hot masculine flesh with each one I undo.
Unlike a lot of guys at school, Rio doesn”t shave his chest. Soft whorls of dark hair tease my fingers. Giving up on his shirt, I slide my hands over his muscular pecs, enjoying the sensation of warm skin and silky curls under my palms.
I find tiny twin bumps and he moans as I swipe my forefingers back and forth over his nipples.
Heated lips move from my mouth down my neck and along my collarbone, leaving hyper-sensitized nerve endings in their wake. He undoes the closure holding the halter style bodice on my dress together.
The white fabric falls below my breasts, revealing my invisible halter bra.
Rio runs his fingertip along the halter straps and under the cups stuck to my breasts with washable adhesive. ”Clever. I thought you were braless.”
”If I had been, my nipples would have been on display all afternoon.” I was that turned on.
And also, white dress.
He unsnaps the front closure and peels the molded silicon cups away, proving the truth of my statement as my hard nipples come into view.
Rio inhales a harsh breath, his gaze feral with sexual desire and drops to his knees in front of me. His hot breath washes over my left nipple before his lips close around it.
Sensation erupts in the tender flesh, sending tingles of ecstasy straight to my core.
I drop my hands to his head, tunneling my fingers in his dark hair. ”Suck harder.”
Is that me? Demanding more? Telling him exactly what I want?
I don”t care if it makes sense, I trust him to listen. To do what I need.
And he does. Not only does he suck harder on my already engorged nipple, but he gently bites down with his teeth and pulls.
Shards of bliss spear my breast and hot wetness dampens my underwear.
I swear I”m going to come from this alone.
His hands are busy on the back of my dress, undoing the invisible catch and zipper so the skirt slides down my legs and I”m left wearing only my sandals and baby pink La Perla panties with the French lace.
His mouth pops off my swollen nipple and he leans back to see my nearly naked body. ”Beautiful.”
”Mom says foundations make the clothes.” Why am I telling him anything about my mom right now?
”I”m sure your father appreciates her attitude.”
I grin. ”They”re still crazy in love. It”s sickening.”
”My parents as well, as uncommon as that is in our circles.”
”That”s what I want.” I bit my lips together.
Too late. The words are already out.
His gaze locks on mine. ”Me too.”
”One-night stands aren”t going to get either of us there.” No matter how much pleasure they bring.
He leans forward and nuzzles my heavy breasts. ”Who says this is a one-night-stand?”
”What else can it be?” My thighs press together, but the ache between them doesn”t diminish even a little.
”Anything we want.”
Does he mean that? Do I want him to?
Yes. So much yes. Diving in headfirst with no idea how deep the pool is, I trust.
I tug on his shoulders. ”Come here. I want more kisses.”
He surges up to his feet and draws me close with arms as tight as steel bands. His kiss starts out soft and dreamy but within seconds his tongue is demanding entrance to my mouth.
Parting my lips, I give it eagerly.
Wanting more of his skin, I yank at his shirt, pulling it out of his slacks. He helps, undoing cufflinks with deft fingers before letting them drop to the carpet, his shirt fluttering to the floor after.
Our bodies press together, naked skin sliding along naked skin. He touches me everywhere, cupping my breasts, teasing my nipples, squeezing my backside and tracing the heretofore unknown erogenous zones along my collarbone and down my sides.
I moan into his mouth, my pleasure so intense I”m drowning in it.
Refusing to be an inactive participant, I return kiss for kiss, caress for caress.
We”re both panting, light sweat forming on our exposed skin when he pushes me toward the bed.
I let myself fall back, sprawling in unmistakable invitation.
He makes a primal sound, his face set in almost scary lines of desire. ”You are something, Tanzi.”
”Something good I hope,” I quip, but my voice is low and breathless.
”Very good.” He removes my sandals before stepping back to finish undressing.
His sex is so hard it bobs upward when he shoves his boxers and slacks down. It”s also big. Like he should be a porn model big.
My vagina pulses in anticipation.
Gloriously nude, he joins me on the bed, crawling over me like a predator inspecting his prey, the very impressive proof of his excitement brushing along my body.
Leaning down, he whispers, ”You”re still wearing your panties.”
”Going to do something about that?” I challenge.
The sound of silk tearing is my answer.
I gasp as he yanks the remains of what used to be my favorite underwear away from my body, his gaze so hot it turns the blood in my veins to lava.
Our bodies move together in familiar patterns, but they cause wholly alien sensations. I”ve never been so excited. Or needy. I want that big, fat erection inside me.
He wants to taste my skin. Everywhere.
When he reaches my most intimate flesh I spread my thighs wide to give him room.
His face buried between my legs, he inhales deeply and gives a low rumble of approval.
My hips cant up of their own volition and he accepts the invitation with his tongue.
He knows exactly how to build my pleasure, showing no hesitation in the level of intimacy he”s willing to give me with his mouth. He presses inside my greedy vagina with his tongue, teasing me.
It feels so good, but I need more. I need him.
When I say that, his fingers replace his tongue as he moved his mouth up to my clitoris, hardening the tip and using it to stimulate the already excited bundle of nerve endings.
Undulating against his mouth, ecstasy spirals tighter and tighter inside me. Rio reaches up with his free hand and pinched first my right nipple and then my left. Then he goes back to the right one and rolls that hard little bud between his thumb and forefinger, proving there is a direct line between my nipples and the aching depths between my legs.
My climax crashes over me without warning. My body arches up like a bow, my womb clenches and my inner walls contract around his fingers.
He surges up over me, reaching for something.
A foil packet tears.
A condom.
I hope it”s extra-large, or that puppy isn”t going to last through what”s coming.
He rolls it down his engorged sex and it fits, surprising me a little. He”s very turned on.
Not allowing my body to settle back to anything like normal after my orgasm, he thrusts inside me, filling me as I have never been filled before.
Unbelievably, that feeling of impeding orgasm coils tight inside me once again as he pistons in and out of me, a litany of praise dropping from his lips to shower over me, giving me nearly as much pleasure as his sex joined to mine.
It”s an age old rhythm, but it feels so new. I”ve never known anything so incredible, never felt so completely connected to another human being.
”Rio!” I can”t hold his name inside. ”Please, don”t stop...”
”Not stopping,” he growls. ”We were made for this, Tanzi.”
”Yes.” I believe he means it. I know I do.
This is too special for just sex, too intense to be taken for granted. This is not a last hurrah; it is a glimmer of what I”ve always craved.
A window into what my parents have, full of profound potential and possibilities.
With a deep, animalistic shout, he comes first, but his thumb pressed against my clitoris pulls me right over with him and my cry joins his.
We make love until the sunlight turns to shadows and then he takes me into the shower and makes love to me again.
Afterward, we manage to wash each other without succumbing to another bout of lovemaking only because my stomach growls and he insists we get dinner.
He makes a call and food that smells like it comes from a Michelin starred restaurant gets delivered. We devour it before devouring each other. Again.
We touch and sleep and touch some more, pushing our bodies to exhaustion, but unable to hold back from the pleasure that exploded between us with the slightest caress.