Very gently, he lowered the cups of her bra until her fat, ripe nipples were exposed to the room.
‘Um hmm,’ she said. His eyes scorched her. He was in absolute seventh heaven, she could tell.
‘Are you sure?’
‘Please.’ It was a whimper.
He smiled like the Cheshire Cat and dropped a smacking kiss on her lips.
‘That’s nice,’ he said. ‘I like to be asked properly.’
His thumb pads brushed the undersides of her breasts, massaging the tender skin, just close enough to her nipples to make them tingle with every sweep.
Again, the urge to get hold of him and make him hurry up, make him pinch her nipples, put them in his mouth, anything, was almost too strong to resist. She made fists with her hands and pushed them hard into the mattress. Her belly was flipping over and over and her sex was throbbing so hard she expected it to break into buzzing at any moment. Had it ever been like this with Deano? She couldn’t remember. Surely she’d remember something like this?
But there was no room in her mind for anything but the immediacy of her desire, and the way Leonardo was stoking it and stoking it until its flames practically licked the sky.
Speaking of licking … At last, at long and shuddering last, he bent his head and deposited a little steamy breath at the peak of each nipple.
Now, finally, she would get some satisfaction. Now it was coming. She squirmed in anticipation.
‘You want it bad, don’t you?’ he growled. ‘I almost want to make you wait longer.’
‘Oh no, please.’
He grinned crookedly. ‘You’re going to be so much fun to tie up.’
Filthy, evil, delicious, dirty pervert. Oh God, why does the idea of that make me want to explode with excitement? Nobody ever tied me up before.
His inquisitive thumbs arrived at the southern side of her nipples and touched them, lightly but enough to make her wail again.
‘I’d keep this up for hours if I could,’ he said. ‘But I can’t, not tonight. I’ll be able to control myself better once I’ve had you a few times, I think.’
A few times. Ah, now here was the advantage of a younger lover, what Deano had had in the early days. Stamina.
Oh, the glorious melting mess she was now that he had his hands fully cupping her breasts and his thumbs stroking her nipples with skilled precision. The fact that she still wore her bra, cups wrenched down, added something to the whole feeling – something shaming but ferally hot. Teenagers in the disco car park, against the wall. That was how it felt.
He stroked her until she couldn’t keep still and she jolted this way and that, bumping his erection into her groin.
He took her wrists yet again and breathed on her poor abandoned nipples until they were damp with steam.
‘Oh, I can’t!’ she begged. ‘I can’t.’
‘Keep. Still,’ he commanded. ‘Or somebody’s asking for a spanking.’
She actually squealed.
‘You wouldn’t dare,’ she exclaimed, knowing as soon as she said it that it was the absolutely wrong thing to say.
He braced himself above her, eyebrows high, hands tight at her wrists.
‘That wasn’t very clever, now, was it?’ he said.
‘I’m sorry,’ she back-pedalled. ‘I know you would. But please! I’ll keep still.’
‘I’ll let you off, just this once,’ he said. ‘Just this once. Have you settled down? Can I get back to work?’
‘Yes. I promise. Oh, God.’