Page 142 of A Diamond Deal
His hands moved to his belt then, removing it slowly from his trousers. Her eyes followed the gesture, her tongue darting out to moisten her lower lip in a way that made some of his seed spill.Cristo, but she was beautiful.
‘I want to try something, Amelia.’
Her eyes lifted to his face as he came to straddle her, deliberately pushing his cock against her sex so she groaned and twisted her hips, silently inviting him to take her. He leaned forward, capturing first one wrist, and then the next.
She bit into her lower lip as he moved her hands above her head, pinning them between the timber slats of the bedframe.
She kept them there, her breasts drawn towards him because of how he’d positioned her hands.
‘I want you to lie there and feel everything,’ he said. ‘Without touching me.’
She gasped as he began to weave the belt through the bed slats and around her wrists, fastening it with the buckle. She moved her hands reflexively, to test the restraints. They didn’t give.
Excitement had his cock jumping.
‘Do you understand?’
She nodded quickly.
‘I’m glad to hear it.’
And then, because he was a man of his word, rather than kissing her body, as he was aching to, he moved his mouth slowly from her forehead and then lower, keeping his lips a centimetre from her flesh at all times, so only the hint of his breath touched her.
Goosebumps lifted visibly across her, so by the time he reached her legs, she was whimpering and twisting her hips.
He bit back a smile. His hands caught her thighs and moved them wider, exposing her to him completely, and then he buried his face between her legs, tormenting her and tasting her until she was exploding against his mouth, until her cries filled the room, the sound of them as addictive as they were unbearably tempting. But he was a man of his word, and he’d promised her a full sexual awakening. This was just the beginning…
It was some time later when Amelia found she could breathe reliably enough to speak, much less think. Shimmering stars were now a regular feature of her eyes. She’d lost count of how many times he’d brought her over the edge of sanity, with his mouth, his hands, the kisses he’d dragged over her entire body, before he’d released the belt from her hands and kissed her mouth, murmuring against her, ‘Okay?’
Okay?She’d wanted to scream. She was so much better than okay. Okay wasn’t a word that belonged anywhere in the ballpark of the magical way he’d just sent her over the edge. But she hadn’t yet been capable of speech, so she’d simply nodded, collapsing back against the pillows and staring at the ceiling, feeling a little as if she’d run a marathon.
The mattress shifted and she realised he was leaving. ‘Sleep tight,cara,’ he said, winking at her in a way that made her pulse flood with renewed heat.
‘You’re going?’
‘You’re not done?’ he prompted, raising a brow in a manner that was both sexy and teasing.
She bit into her lip, not wanting to admit that she wanted to see him. To touch and hold him, to explore him as he had her. Not wanting to admit that she wanted to talk to him, to be held by him. But the last two were firmly outside the boundaries they’d established, and as for the first, she didn’t know how to ask for it.
‘Goodnight,’ she murmured, and then, when he reached the door, ‘Thank you.’
‘Do not thank me for this, Amelia. I am enjoying myself, perhaps more than you realise.’
The next morning was the same as the one prior. He was gone when she woke, with another note propped against the coffee machine.
See you tonight, MM.
Her heart turned over in her chest at that, but she focused herself on the day ahead. On how to fill the day. Because this was a two-year marriage, and she couldn’t just sit around in his sky palace, waiting for Massimiliano to return home and pick up the threads of her sexual education.
She had to keep busy and have a life of her own.
Once they’d slept together, it would be the end of this. That was their deal, and he never went back on a deal.
So she made herself busy, liaising with his assistant to confirm the Italian tutor she’d asked to be arranged, getting the online enrolment forms for her degree and wrapping her head around what she’d need to apply as a mature-age student. Only then did she go out and explore, dutifully using the airphone in his apartment to call for the bodyguards, who she now knew lived in another apartment in this luxurious building, along with his team of drivers.
She spent hours in the historic city centre, walking, exploring and, despite the fact it was a cool early autumn day, buying gelati from a small stall near theColosseo.
She stared up at the arched, ancient building, a heavy thunderclap of emotion moving through her. Surrounded by the evidence of millennia of civilisation, she felt so incredibly insignificant and alone.
