‘Si.’
His hands pushed at the fabric of her dress, lifting it higher, moving it up her body, exposing her long legs to him so that he groaned into her mouth as he felt the expanse of her thigh.
‘You are beautiful,’ he added, dragging his mouth lower, teasing the flesh at the base of her neck.
After a lifetime of not wanting to be beautiful it was strange for her to find those words so seductive, so pleasing. She swallowed.
He flicked the pulse point in her neck that was pounding hard and fast, his tongue a call to arms she couldn’t ignore. Her hands pushed at his jacket and he groaned low in his throat as she arched her back at the same time, needing more, so much more, wanting her to touch him, to feel him.
Despite her complete inexperience she was driven by an ancient feminine dance, the power of which had been implanted into her soul at birth.
She rolled her hips, cursing the fabric between them. But his length was hard and it pressed against the sensitive flesh of her need. He thrust it towards her as though they were naked. He ground it against her and heat rose inside her. Her eyes had stars dancing in front of them and her breasts were tight, her nipples straining against the fabric of her dress, desperate for attention.
He ran his palms over her flesh and she cried out at the unexpected touch. As he ground his arousal tighter, harder, faster, his hands moved over her breasts and an orgasm split through her, its intensity almost ripping her apart.
She arched her back, moaning, crying out, her hands pushing at his shirt as the strength of the feelings he’d stirred made breathing, speaking, anything almost impossible.
But Pietro wasn’t close to finishing. He was going to make this a night Emmeline Morelli would never forget. A night worthy of her first time.
As her breath softened and her cheeks glowed pink he crawled down her body, his hands worshipping her through the dress, his mouth running over the soft folds of fabric until they connected with her underpants. They were simple white cotton, and that brought a smile to his face. He liked to imagine her in them. That alone would fuel his fantasies for years to come. But for now they served no purpose.
He slid them down her body, over the shoes she still wore, discarding them at the foot of the bed. She was writhing, her body still on fire. He traced circles along her legs with his fingers, moving towards her thighs.
She gasped, and the sound made him smile.
‘You want me to touch you here?’ he said softly, padding a thumb over the sensitive cluster of nerve-endings.
‘I want everything,’ she moaned.
His erection jerked hard in his pants. As hard as it could, anyway, when it was already taking up more room than was left inside the fabric.
‘You are going to get it,’ he promised darkly.
His hands were gently insistent as they separated her legs, pushing them wide apart to reveal her whole self to him. Before she could guess what he intended to do he ran his tongue across her seam.
She cried out into the room as new pleasures began to swirl around her, but he held her legs still, keeping her open to him. Keeping her right where he wanted her.
It was both an invasion and a sensual adventure. The intimacy of the act should have embarrassed her, or shamed her, but it did neither. She tilted her head back and stared at the ceiling as his tongue lashed her sensitive nerve-endings and euphoric delight careened over her body. She was at the top of a rollercoaster and the ride was only just getting started.
Emmeline didn’t try to control herself as cry after hoarse cry came from her mouth. She couldn’t. She was completely subjected to the pleasure he was creating. He was her master.
‘I want you to come,’ he said against her body, and the words were a command that started a fever inside her.
She reached up and grabbed the duvet in her fingers, wrapping her hands around it and arching her back as his tongue moved faster, deeper, harder. Finally the muscles deep inside her squeezed hard, wet and desperate, and then, overjoyed, she felt pleasure fill her. It rioted through her, ricocheting off her body.
‘God...’ she whimpered at the candles in the room, shivering and yet covered in perspiration at the same time. ‘I can’t believe you just did that.’
His laugh was slightly unsteady as he dragged his mouth higher, over her flat stomach to her gently rounded breasts. He flicked one nipple with his tongue and then moved his mouth to the other, clamping his teeth over it just hard enough to make her cry out with renewed awareness.
‘Why can you not believe it?’ he prompted, his smile lazily indolent, his eyes hooded as his head came level with hers.
‘I just... You kissed me...down there.’
‘Down here, you mean?’
He curved a hand possessively over her womanhood and she sucked her lip between her teeth, nodding slowly.