“Oh, sweet Sienna.” He shook his head knowingly as though what I said was so far from the truth. “No one outruns Elio.”
“That so?” I lifted an eyebrow and held out my arms to show him that I just had.
One moment I was standing there, and the next I had a six-foot-three Elio wrapped around my body as we both flew into the pool.
When I kicked to the surface, he had a huge, smug smile on like he was five and had just won a game of tag.
“I thought I lost you.” I grinned. As he swam toward me, his expression changed to a more serious one. He slowly backed me up to the side of the pool and used his arms to trap me in place.
“You’ll never lose me, Sienna, not if I can help it.”
My heart filled, and I found my eyes traveling down to his lips. He often said such sweet things to me, and I never knew how to respond. Love had never been a part of my life until I had let him in, and now…now I knew I did love him. I was young, but not too young to know I wanted more from him. Suddenly, whatever version of love we had, I relished it and would follow him freely.
I moved my hands to his shoulders then slid them over so my arms wrapped around his neck.
“I don’t want to lose you either.”
My body responded to his closeness, and I knew he felt it too by the way his pupils dilated and his breathing quickened.
“May I,” he stood and steadied himself while his warm hand cupped the side of my face, “kiss you?”
Elio wasn’t one to ask for permission from others. He was a natural leader, but he treated me differently, and I loved it. I nodded and waited for him to respond. He pressed his lips to mine and slowly started to move with the kiss I followed his lead and felt a tiny spark of lust brew in my belly. I moved my hands up his arms and back down his back, feeling the heat spread through me like heavy, thick molasses. Once I gave him a little moan of enjoyment, he reached down and urged my legs to wrap around his waist. I felt his interest, and I found myself wanting more, wanting the kiss to go deeper.
“Francesco?” I somehow muttered through the kiss, and that seemed to make him realize that we were on display for all.
“Come on.” He helped me out of the pool, and we ran together across the lawn to the pool house.
He shut the door and pulled a couple of long lounge cushions off a pile in the corner and threw a blanket over them. I removed my shirt, and when he turned to me, I threw myself against him, wildly demanding.
“Damn.” He threw himself back into our kiss as he walked me backward then pulled away only long enough to lay me on top of the cushions. His thumb hooked into the waistband of my skirt and pulled it down over my wet legs. He stepped back and removed his clothing while admiring me in my bra and panties. I saw him pull his wallet from his pocket, and he removed something then tossed the wallet back onto the wet pile.
He held up the small pouch and smiled at me.
“This is for your protection as well as mine,cuore dolce.”
I smiled back and nodded my agreement and silently thanked the gods he was such a gentleman. The thought hadn’t even entered my head in the heat of the moment.
“Good.” He moved in front of me and started to kiss me again. “I only want you, Sienna, only you.”
I pulled back from the kiss and inched my way up on the makeshift bed. I unclipped my bra and watched as his face became transfixed. My breasts sprang free as I tossed the bra aside, and then I pulled my bottoms down all the way, kicking them off impatiently as they stuck to my wet toes.
“You can have all of me, Elio.”
He slowly knelt between my legs and ran his hands down my thighs then between my legs, brushing over my slick, wet opening. He moved tentatively, as though worried I would change my mind. I wiggled, mad with the need for him to touch me.
“Please take me.”
“Oh,” he moaned, closing his eyes, “it’s just as I dreamed it would be. You are so beautiful.” He placed his hand on my stomach for a moment then let his fingers slide down to circle my bud, and I nearly went wild.
He pulled his hand away and began to kiss me all over my stomach, neck, and chest. I shook and pressed against him in desperation.
He moved away for a moment, and I nearly cried out at the loss of contact, but he soon returned and hovered over me. His dark, intense eyes looked into mine.
“Open your eyes,bella. Are you ready?” he asked like the gentleman he was, and I nodded, unable to form real words. “If it becomes too much, you must tell me.” I leaned up and kissed his lips to tell him I heard him.
Slowly, he nudged my opening, and ever so carefully, he slid inside. I had heard it would be painful, and it was for one sharp moment, and when my eyes flew open to find his, he stopped briefly. Then he began to move very slowly and gently, and the combination of that with how wet and ready I was made me lose all power of thought. It was like nothing I had ever experienced. I felt full and stretched, but when he pulled out and slid back in, every nerve in my body was heightened and I felt pure, hot pleasure.
“Ohh,” I moaned.