‘She’s...she decided to go to Paris for a while,’ I managed to choke out around the lump of need and desire throbbing in my throat.
His head lifted, his gaze fixing on mine. He framed my face in his hands, his fingers threading into my hair.
‘Good,’ he rasped, before covering my mouth with his.
The kiss was harsh, searing, demanding, leaving me breathless and limp when he reared back. He gripped me under my arms and lifted me against him.
‘Wrap your legs around my waist,’ he commanded. I did as he told me, unable to deny the need surging through me like a tsunami.
It still scared me, still shocked me, how quickly, how undeniable, the need was with him. How it seemed to daze all my senses and destroy all my objections. But as he marched through the living room and down the corridor, to the stairs leading to the bedrooms on the floor above, I could do nothing but cling to him and let the riot of sensations surge through me.
‘Which door is yours?’ he asked, his voice hoarse with need as we reached the first-floor balcony.
I signalled to my bedroom, my voice having deserted me, the need so strong I knew nothing on earth would stop me from feeling that thick length inside me again.
He shouldered open the door and kicked it shut, then placed me on my feet.
My breath shuddered out as he dragged my T-shirt over my head, unhooked my bra and pulled it off. He filled his hands with my breasts, the tender flesh aching as he caressed me, then leaned down to capture one swollen peak with his lips.
I cried out, the sound echoing round the ornate furnishings and into the night through the open terrace doors.
I heard the zip on my shorts releasing, the sound loud in the quiet room, almost as loud as our laboured breathing.
He dragged off my shorts, and I heard the rip of fabric as he tore away my panties.
‘I can’t wait. I need to be inside you,’ he said. For the first time I heard the tremble of uncertainty, the note of desperation in his voice.
It was like a spur to my already overwrought senses. ‘I need you too,’ I whispered.
He clasped my hips in large hands then turned me, bending me over the bed. I could hear fumbling, several curse words in Italian as he stripped off his own clothing, then his wallet landed on the bed beside my head. The rip of foil told me he was sheathing himself.
His large hands returned to my hips to steady me. My legs quivered, my senses so attuned to his I could feel the staggered rasps of his breathing beating in my sex.
His fingers slid through the slick folds, testing my readiness. I bucked, sobbed, as his touch glided over my swollen clitoris, tightening the coil in my abdomen, the pleasure already beginning to ripple and pulse.
‘Grazie Dio,’ he murmured against my neck, his perfect English deserting him, his tone as tortured as I felt.
He covered my aching breasts with his hands, caressing the nipples, making sensation arrow down to my already molten sex. Then he held me steady as the huge head of his erection notched at my entrance and slid deep in one relentless thrust. My slick folds adjusted to take the full measure of him, the muscles clamping down as the pleasure surged anew.
‘No,’ he demanded, withdrawing sharply. My breath shuddered out as the pleasure dimmed and the torture increased.
‘Don’t come, bella,’ he rasped. ‘Wait for me.’
‘I can’t,’ I sobbed, the pleasure on a knife edge, so close and yet so far away as I yearned to feel him deep inside me again.
‘Yes, you can,’ he said, tweaking my nipples, making them throb and ache.
I tried to focus as he slowly thrust back in, filling me up to the hilt again. I struggled to hold back the inexorable wave, my whole body shuddering, shaking with the effort as he began to move—out and back, thrusting deeper and deeper—forcing me to take every hard, thick inch.
My mind reeled, my senses sparking along every nerve ending, throbbing in every pulse point, but I clung to that high ledge as his thrusts became harder, faster, slicing through more of my control.
Sweat slicked my skin, my sex pounding in time with the punishing, relentless thrusts, until all I could focus on was the heavy weight possessing me, overwhelming me. Then he shifted, nudging that spot deep inside only he knew was there. The merciless stroke ignited the inferno and I could cling on no more, flying over as the coil released in a rush, the blast of heat incinerating me as the pleasure exploded.
My sobs turned to keening cries as the waves engulfed me. I heard his shout as the orgasm shattering me powered through him, destroying everything in its path. He grew even larger, harder, as the devastation gripped us both.
He collapsed on top of me eventually, rolling so as not to crush me. His palms caressed my tender breasts as his arms tightened around me.
We lay like that for an eternity, cocooned together, the sweat drying on our skin, his heartbeat punching my back, the musky scent of sex filling the air, his breath harsh against the damp tendrils on my nape. My own heart pummelled my ribs so hard I was surprised it didn’t burst out of my chest. The tears of emotion I had hoped to control stung my eyes.