He rubbed his finger insistently over the throbbing nub until she was pleading with him to stop. She didn’t want to come like this...
Alessandro straddled her. Opening her eyes to gaze at him, Laura didn’t think that she had ever seen anyone quite so beautiful and she felt that she probably never would again.
She held him in her hands but he gently disengaged her with a smile.
‘This isn’t just about my satisfaction,’ he murmured huskily. ‘This is about you as well...’ He leaned down to lick her stomach, which was salty with perspiration, then he moved lower until his mouth was on her panties, and without removing them he teased her until she squirmed, until she could barely stand the intense excitement building inside her, an explosion that was on the brink of detonating.
Only then did he ever so slowly pull down her underwear, where it joined the heap of clothes on the floor.
He liked the way she wasn’t all skin and bone. The soft roundness of her hips was an exquisite turn-on. Her breasts were abundant, succulent, and he could have stayed buried in them for far, far longer.
He breathed in the musky, honeyed scent between her legs and then gently slid his tongue into her, finding her clitoris once more, but this time the delicate thrust of his moist tongue was a mind-blowing experience for her. She instinctively reached down, curling her fingers into his dark hair, raising her legs slightly so that he could sink his tongue deeper into her.
She knew that she was groaning but the sounds she was making seemed to be coming from someone else, far away.
He teased her until she was going mad with wanting him, until the only satisfaction she needed was to have him in her, and in between the groans she knew that she was pleading with him to stop, to come inside her, that she needed him...right now...
‘Demanding hussy.’ Alessandro reached for the condom and applied it with shaky fingers, resenting that brief interruption, that momentary parting of their bodies.
But he needed to come inside her, too, as much as she needed it.
Foreplay was all well and good but the tipping point had come far too close and far too often for his liking.
He thrust long and deep into her, loving her tight wetness and the way her legs slid up and around his waist so that he could reach and cup her buttocks in his big hands.
He would have liked to have exercised control. And he did, but he was driven to move faster, harder, and he knew that she had come when he felt her body stiffen and heard the rhythm of her breathing faster and faster, more and more breathless, until she was crying out and gasping at the same time.
Only then, and thankfully not a second too soon, did he allow himself the ultimate release. He reared back and reached an unbelievable orgasm on one deep thrust.
Caught in the grip of the physical, he had managed to set aside the ground-shaking conversation he had had with his father. Now, as he lay down next to her and felt the curve of her rounded body lean against him, Alessandro frowned, reliving that conversation.
The room felt too small and he swung his legs over the side of the bed and walked restlessly towards the window.
Laura felt a chill run through her and she sat up, pulling the quilt over her and clutching it under her breasts.
She had enjoyed her no-strings-attached experience and this was what the comedown felt like. Horrible. They had made love and now he couldn’t even stand the thought of staying next to her in the bed for five seconds.
Hit-and-run was the expression that sprang to mind, but there was no way she was going to start raising objections or asking for more than he was prepared to give.
She had no idea what to say in a situation like this. She could feel a hollow emptiness clawing at her throat and she shot him a brave smile.
Alessandro noted that brave smile and raked his fingers through his hair. He’d sated his physical needs and he knew he should walk away. He also knew that he wasn’t going to do that. Not yet. He’d had her and he wanted more.
He also needed...for the first time in his life after sex...to do more than glance at his watch and bring proceedings to an end.
‘Has my father ever confided in you?’ he asked abruptly, and she was so startled at his question that she stared at him in round-eyed silence. ‘And please don’t try lying to me.’