Page 33 of Hired By The Forbidden Italian
She wanted to feel him moving inside her right this very minute, but he was taking his time.
He moved from one breast to the next, paying the same level of attention to the second as he had to the first, caressing one nipple with his fingers, teasing and tugging while his mouth drove her crazy as he suckled the other.
She was panting as he nuzzled the underside of her small breasts before trailing his tongue lazily along her stomach, pausing only to dip into her belly button before sinking between her thighs. Sophie gave a little squeak of shock but then the pleasure that washed over her as his tongue found the groove between her legs closed her mind down completely.
Sensation replaced thought. He teased her core with his tongue and kept his hands on her inner thighs, keeping them apart as he continued to explore. When he dipped two fingers into her she groaned, and felt the slow build of an orgasm.
She didn’t want to come like this.
She wanted himinher, filling her up, but that tongue was devastating. She moved against his mouth, loving the twin sensations of her core being stimulated while inside her his fingers were equally erotic, driving her relentlessly to heights she had never dreamt possible.
She drew her knees up and her orgasm, as she spasmed and shuddered against his mouth, was as intense as a runaway train barrelling into her. On and on it went, wave upon wave until she was utterly spent.
She lay like a rag doll for a few seconds, but as she drowsily looked at him, once again drinking in his beauty and power, she could feel her sated body begin to stir again.
She stretched and smiled, looking at him with slanted, contented eyes.
Niccolo stared back at her. He could still taste her on his tongue. He was so turned on that he had to drag his thoughts into safer territory, but that was impossible when she was looking at him the way she was now. Her eyes were dark and amused and satisfied all at the same time and it fuelled a heat in him that made his mouth go dry.
For a few seconds, staring at her with the deep, dark night skies outside and the distant whisper of the ocean, he felt a stab of pure confusion, a feeling of being suddenly out of his depth, then the feeling was gone and he smiled back at her, in charge again.
‘Enjoyed that, did you?’ he asked in a husky undertone.
‘No complaints.’ Sophie sighed. She pushed herself up and then knelt so that they were facing one another, and she ran her hands over his shoulders, then along his forearms, curving around to stroke his ribcage and circle his small brown nipples.
‘I can’t believe I’m being...this person,’ she confessed, dipping to kiss his shoulder and then tilting her head to look him straight in the eyes.
‘What person is this?’
He manoeuvred them so that they were once again lying down but this time facing one another, their bodies lightly touching.
‘You make me feel...a little reckless and very confident about my body.’
‘You’re a beautiful woman with a body to match. Where’s the lack of confidence coming from?’
Sophie laughed a little under her breath. Yes, she knew she was attractive enough but that wasn’t a sure-fire path to the sort of extrovert self-assurance most of her peers had possessed. She had missed some of the signposts along the way and had ended up the sort of girl who was happy enough to socialise but given half a chance had always been happier with her head in a book or lazing in the gardens of a National Trust house.
This man somehow made her aware of a side to her she had hitherto ignored.
‘Who knows...?’ She laughed away the sudden serious moment as she began touching him, emboldened because she could see and feel how turned on he was.
This time, their lovemaking was long and slow. She had hurtled over the edge and now he built her back up again, back to a place where her body was humming and on fire.
He paused only to make sure he was protected, and then when he at last sank into her she was already so turned on that she climaxed on his first deep thrust and felt a burst of pleasure when he climaxed soon after, arching back, wildly and beautifully out of control.
How much time had passed? It could have been a hundred years. Sophie was energised and felt really alive for the first time in her adult life.
She realised she had no idea what happened next in this scenario, although what shedidknow was that he was a man who never spent a night with a woman; she began edging her way towards the side of the bed, but he stilled her before she could clamber off.
‘We’re here on this yacht,’ he murmured, sitting up in one fluid motion and cupping the nape of her neck as he looked at her with a little smile, ‘in the middle of the ocean, and Vincenzo and his family now think we’re an item. I wouldn’t want to disappoint...’
Sophie was mesmerised by his smile. Yes, here they were, and this was a world away from real life. Reality was a plane flight and several taxis away...
‘Just while we’re here...’ She reached out to stroke his face and was powerless to do anything but obey her body for the very short while they would be on his yacht.
‘Just while we’re here,’ Niccolo agreed. ‘I may not have the rule book when it comes to predicting the future, but one thing I do know is that nothing lasts for ever. When we return to London, this will be a dream easily forgotten. You’ll be with me for a couple more weeks and then you can return to your life with a lot more peace of mind that your financial woes are ebbing away.’ He smiled crookedly.
Sophie looked at him for a few seconds. To jump or not to jump...
