Hair like a golden cloud around her face, the line of her spine a sensuous path, she had never looked more beautiful.
His nerve endings fired at her inexperienced, innocent touch, more than with any practiced lover’s caress.
He looked down, hoping that the wide-eyed innocence of her face would smash his dark mood. But instead he found her opening that pink mouth wide and dipping it toward his erection.
His heart thumped against his rib cage.
Her small breasts with their pink-tipped nipples. Her toned thighs tensing at her stance.
It was an image that made him far readier than he wanted to be, after a month of deprivation.
At the first slide of the welcoming wet warmth of her mouth over his length, his hips thrust forward. A thrill ran up the back of his thighs pooling in his groin. He cursed hard and long, sweat beading along his skin.
The sound of her soft sucks sizzled amidst his harsh breaths.
Dio mio, had she any idea how she was destroying him?
A soft gasp fell from her mouth as he thickened a little more. Fingers delicately wrapped at the base of the shaft, she looked up at him, liquid desire making her eyes look like warm inviting pools.
“Am I pleasing you, Raphael?” Christo, even her question was artless. She did really want to please him. Not as a challenge, not for a dare. Not to prove to herself or to him that she had power over him.
But for the simple reason that his pleasure mattered to her. This intimacy between them meant something to her.
More turned on than he had ever been in his life, he sank his hands into her hair and guided her mouth the way he wanted it. Told her how much pressure he wanted and where he wanted it. Told her to use the slide of her silky tongue against his length.
As if she was one of her dedicated pupils that she often talked about, Pia followed his instructions to the letter. Soon, he was reaching the edge and the last thing he wanted to do was terrify her by pushing this into something else. He knew what it had taken her to accept his challenge. What she’d had to overcome because she wanted to please him more.
And that blunted the edge of his desire more than anything else. Wrapping his fingers around her wrists, he pulled her up roughly, lifted her in his arms and carried her over to the bed.
Warm skin, and trembling muscles, she was a lush invitation. And his for always. Every night and every day, she would belong to him. And he would touch no other ever again.
The realization made the moment even more poignant, raised it from just sex to something else.
She moaned as he joined her on the bed and covered her body with his. Protested with her nails on his back when he took her mouth in a leisurely kiss. Bucked up when he skimmed his mouth over her taut nipples without taking them into his mouth.
Her soft mewls goaded him on and on.
Flipping her pliable body easily, he separated her legs until she was straddling his arousal. Her spine arced under his touch as the softest, hottest part of her pressed against his erection.
She was damp and ready for him.
“I need you, Raphael, now,” she breathed, writhing her body over his. With her eyes closed, her unruly hair flying around her face, her high breasts beckoning him, she was a potent invitation.
Slowly, softly, he brought her down on him so she could feel every last inch of him. He spread the lips of her sex with his fingers, the sight of her taking him in incredibly erotic.
Her low moan made him lose the last bit of control. He wanted her far too much and found himself thrusting, hard and rough, up into her snug sheath until he filled her completely.
Her shocked gasp rent the air.
“Pia? Cara mia, did I hurt you?”
Spine still arched sensuously, she bent toward him until the peaks of her breasts rubbed against his chest. Her eyes were glazed, a soft smile spreading her mouth. “No. I just forgot how it feels when you’re inside me. And this way…” She flexed her hips in an age-old feminine rhythm and he sank deeper with a muttered oath. “This way…you feel like you’re everywhere.”
She took his hand and brought his palm to her heart, where it thudded. Her skin was damp to his touch, the scent of her arousal coating the very air he breathed.
Her eyes, crystal clear in the soft light of the evening, pinned him. “You’re here, Raphael, in my heart too. Did you know? Somehow, you have made me fall so utterly in love with you.”