‘Maybe you want me to stop.”
She smiled and using the same maddening caution she removed his silk boxer shorts.
She could feel his big body shudder and her own was shaking. Her nipples were so hard the skin felt stretched unbearably taut and her breasts swelled in his hands.
‘Salvatore… ” She sighed out his name, glad for the darkness that hid the emotions swirling through her from his penetrating gaze.
‘You want me.” He made it a statement and she did not bother to answer.
Her body was doing a fine job all on its own. She was drenched with desire between her legs, the flesh there engorged and throbbing.
She touched his face like a blind woman, trying to see with her hands. He let her, his body curiously still as she allowed her fingertips to roam over him from the angled of his handsome face to biceps bulging with sexual tension to the even ridges of muscle on his abdomen.
He sucked in air as she traced the line of his pelvis and once again she smiled. In this way, he was not so in control.
She stopped with her fingertip pressing into him just above his throbbing erection. She could feel the heat radiating off of him even though she could not see the familia
r evidence of masculine arousal.
‘I wonder what it is you want?”
‘You.” His voice was guttural.
‘Just you, you teasing little witch.”
For right now she took the words at face value pretending they meant what her heart longed for them to mean, but she didn’t move.
They stayed that way for several seconds b0th of them anticipating the touch that was next to come .
When she could withstand the self-inflicted torment no longer, she curled her fingers around him with possessive pleasure and reveled in the primitive sound that tore out of his throat. Strong hands convulsively gripped her breasts. The pressure increased her own excitement and made her nipples ache for the kind of caresses they had come to expect from this incredibly sexy man.
She pleasured him as he had once taught her to do unaware that his expressive passion had guided innocent hands to the touch that gave him the most gratification.
Without any warning, even the preliminary touching she’d always taken for granted a hot insistent mouth closed over one of her stiff peaks. She cried out from the shock of it.
He started sucking. Hard. She arched toward him, the apex of her thighs brushing against his solid, broad tip. The thin silk barrier of her panties might not even have been there.
The touch was so electric so wanted so much after a year-long desert of stimulation she shuddered and cried out in a mini-culmination.
He reared back his breath rasping from his throat. you are perfect for me. No woman has ever been so perfect.”
She only vaguely registered the compliment her entire attention centered on the pleasure still rippling through her body.
Then he was pushing the shirt off her shoulders, guiding her backward so he could dispense with her panties. Expecting him to come down on top of her she was confused when instead she felt the change in the pressure in the air mattress as he got off of it.
‘Where are you going?”
‘I want to see you.”
She heard a click and then the soft glow of the emergency lighting filled the vault.
After the absolute black, her eyes closed against what felt like a harsh glare and it took several seconds before she could open them and keep them open. By then he was back on the mattress and looking at her.
His dark eyes were pools of black fire burning in his face as he soaked in the vision of her lying there open to him.
‘Bellisima. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. An angel of perfection.”
His lavish praise was something that had shocked her at first when this Sicilian tycoon had become her lover but now she adored it.