This was a golden opportunity and then she knew that he would walk away. They would both leave this behind but right now her want and her need poured through her like a deadly virus and the only way she could clear her system of it was to do what she was going to do, to sleep with this beautiful, arrogant, clever and utterly inappropriate man.
The jumper was on the floor and she unclasped her bra. She could feel his eyes on her and it was a little thrilling, if she was honest. The cool air hit her hot, naked breasts like soothing balm. The sort of women he dated didn’t have breasts and she feverishly wondered what he thought of hers. Bigger than he had expected? Not neat and small enough?
Her breath was coming and going in painful gasps as he moved towards her and she fell into his arms, enjoying the way his jumper eased some of the pain of her sensitive nipples. She rubbed herself against him and he lifted her ear and whispered,
‘You have the most amazing breasts...’
‘They’re far too big.’
‘Amazing breasts and even more amazing nipples.’
‘Too big as well.’
‘That’s not possible.’ He propelled her gently towards the bed, which was unfortunately not king-sized, and Laura fell back onto the pillows with a heated sigh.
In the semi-darkness of the bedroom, Alessandro took a few seconds to just look at her. His erection was a shaft of steel, almost painful, but he had to regain some of his self-control or lose it completely.
Her arms were folded behind her head so that her breasts were pushed up, offering themselves to him like ripe, succulent fruit. She had removed her jogging bottoms but her panties were still on and he knew that if he felt them, they would be soaked through.
He got rid of his jumper and the T-shirt underneath. His hand loose on the button of his trousers, he took a few deep breaths and then pulled down the zipper, very slowly, taking his time. He didn’t want to rush this but, God, he was close to coming just looking at her and at the drowsy smile tugging the corners of her mouth as she watched him.
‘Enjoying the striptease?’ he murmured roughly, and her smile broadened. She wriggled a little on the bed, parted her legs, and Alessandro emitted a low, unsteady groan.
‘I’ve never been treated to one before,’ she told him truthfully.
She was so turned on that she could barely get the words out. Even in the dim light she could see the proud bulge of his erection and she cupped her mound, then slid her hand under the panties because she was hurting down there, aching to be touched.
Alessandro stepped out of his trousers, then the boxers, retrieving a condom from his wallet, although he wasn’t even conscious of doing so.
He flicked it onto the bedside table and remained standing next to the bed, completely naked.
He was bigger than big, Laura thought. Big all over. A broad-shouldered, powerfully built man and his erection was beyond impressive. She propped herself up on one hand and took him into her mouth, feeling him shudder with a kick of heady satisfaction.
He arched his back and his hand pressed to the back of her head, urging her to suck him, to taste him.
She licked and teased and played with him and his deep groans were impossibly sexy.
When he could take it no more he tugged himself free of her eager mouth and remained perfectly still, controlling his breathing with difficulty.
Finally, he looked down at her. ‘I have never wanted any woman the way I want you now.’
Laura wasn’t going to analyse that. She fell back onto the pillows, legs parted, and moaned softly when he joined her.
He kissed her slowly, taking his time, his tongue exploring her mouth, then he moved to trail kisses along her jawline. She arched up and then sighed, eyes fluttering shut as he took one nipple into his mouth and began suckling on it, lazy and thorough.
She was drowning in sensation and it was nothing like anything she had felt before.
This must be what it felt like to lose control utterly and completely, knowing that what you were enjoying was a one-off experience that had to be appreciated to the absolute utmost because it wasn’t going anywhere and would probably not be repeated.
She was filled with a feeling of liberation. When he slipped his hand underneath her panties, she spread her legs a little wider and gasped as he began stroking her clitoris.