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Authors: Beverly Preston
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mask cast upon his sculpted jawline.
He rubbed her swollen cleft with infinite precision. Her soft whimpers became louder turning to low moans. A twinge of embarrassment colored over her. She twisted, searching for his mouth to throttle the sound. Giovanni’s jaw strained taut, pulling back, out of reach from her probing lips. The moonlight exposed the gleaming determination in his eyes.
Giovanni parted her flesh, slipping a long finger inside, penetrating the slick wetness. His strokes became deep and rhythmic. She clung to him, carving her nails into the flexing muscles of his upper arm, trying to control her moans as spasms began to gather force.
“Let go, bella .” He commanded in a low guttural voice, working in another finger. His knuckles rubbed a sacred elusive place inside with infinite sureness. His hot breath come in hard pants against her shoulder. “Sei cosi` bella. I want to hear you scream.”
She didn’t think she could, but another rush of pleasure claimed her reluctance and without hesitation her body submitted. Using her foot for leverage, Tracy winched up higher, grinding and rolling her hips. Giovanni ate at the sensitive skin on her throat, licking and nibbling, driving her to utter madness.
The sound of his rough groans and scorch of his tongue so utterly mind-blowing, she would try anything he asked. Damp strands of hair fell to the center of her back as she raised her chin to the heavens. Tracy lifted and lowered, taking his hand as if it were a lover. The strain of his biceps beneath her fingers drove her wild as he penetrated further, sinking deeper.
He locked his lips to hers, taking her to the edge and beyond. She began to tip, coming undone beneath his touch. Tracy let go, shattering in rich convulsions. “Oh my God, Giovanni,” she cried out as luscious spasms tumbled violently through her.
White noise overtook the hammering of her beating heart, but she heard him demand, “Si`, again.” Giovanni pumped steadily in the syrupy heat, forcing her climax higher. She arched back, riding the wave of inexorable pleasure. The sounds of her uncontrolled moans filled the air. She clenched at his fingers, calling out his name repeatedly as he masterfully drew another orgasm.
Completely breathless, she went l imp and sagged against him. His thumb coasted over her throbbing sex working out the last few twitches. Their heavy panting mingled with the hammering of her heartbeat in her ears.
Giovanni ripped the button from his waistband, freeing her from the snag.
He gathered her in his arms, holding her securely to his chest. Her limbs felt heavy, drunk with pleasure and she clung to him as if her life depended on his support. Tracy shook all over, uncertain if she wanted to throw her fist in the air triumphantly or crawl under a rock in shame.
This was the most stunningly erotic experience of her life, but humiliation began to creep in, crushing the feeling of liberation she was swimming in. Giovanni remained mercifully quiet waiting for her to catch her breath. He stroked her back, placing tender kisses to the sensitive slope between her neck and shoulder.
Her legs, feeble and weak, unhinged themselves from his waist. The galvanizing pressure of his erection nudged against her navel, and she wobbled on the tips of her toes. If the guilt wasn’t embarrassing enough, she ached all over and wanted more. In the back of her mind her manners kicked in. It wouldn’t be polite to leave him hanging.
Timidly, Tracy dared to pull her eyes from his shirtfront. Satisfaction lingered in his ravenous gaze and she realized they were far from finished. A smile flickered at the corner of his mouth.
H er palm came to his chest and trailed down his abdomen. The heat of his arousal jutted out the top of his pants. Deftly tracing the hard ridge, Tracy watched in utter fascination as his eyes turned drowsy with desire. The grey disappeared, rolling back beneath his long dark lashes. Unclasping his suit
He rubbed her swollen cleft with infinite precision. Her soft whimpers became louder turning to low moans. A twinge of embarrassment colored over her. She twisted, searching for his mouth to throttle the sound. Giovanni’s jaw strained taut, pulling back, out of reach from her probing lips. The moonlight exposed the gleaming determination in his eyes.
Giovanni parted her flesh, slipping a long finger inside, penetrating the slick wetness. His strokes became deep and rhythmic. She clung to him, carving her nails into the flexing muscles of his upper arm, trying to control her moans as spasms began to gather force.
“Let go, bella .” He commanded in a low guttural voice, working in another finger. His knuckles rubbed a sacred elusive place inside with infinite sureness. His hot breath come in hard pants against her shoulder. “Sei cosi` bella. I want to hear you scream.”
She didn’t think she could, but another rush of pleasure claimed her reluctance and without hesitation her body submitted. Using her foot for leverage, Tracy winched up higher, grinding and rolling her hips. Giovanni ate at the sensitive skin on her throat, licking and nibbling, driving her to utter madness.
The sound of his rough groans and scorch of his tongue so utterly mind-blowing, she would try anything he asked. Damp strands of hair fell to the center of her back as she raised her chin to the heavens. Tracy lifted and lowered, taking his hand as if it were a lover. The strain of his biceps beneath her fingers drove her wild as he penetrated further, sinking deeper.
He locked his lips to hers, taking her to the edge and beyond. She began to tip, coming undone beneath his touch. Tracy let go, shattering in rich convulsions. “Oh my God, Giovanni,” she cried out as luscious spasms tumbled violently through her.
White noise overtook the hammering of her beating heart, but she heard him demand, “Si`, again.” Giovanni pumped steadily in the syrupy heat, forcing her climax higher. She arched back, riding the wave of inexorable pleasure. The sounds of her uncontrolled moans filled the air. She clenched at his fingers, calling out his name repeatedly as he masterfully drew another orgasm.
Completely breathless, she went l imp and sagged against him. His thumb coasted over her throbbing sex working out the last few twitches. Their heavy panting mingled with the hammering of her heartbeat in her ears.
Giovanni ripped the button from his waistband, freeing her from the snag.
He gathered her in his arms, holding her securely to his chest. Her limbs felt heavy, drunk with pleasure and she clung to him as if her life depended on his support. Tracy shook all over, uncertain if she wanted to throw her fist in the air triumphantly or crawl under a rock in shame.
This was the most stunningly erotic experience of her life, but humiliation began to creep in, crushing the feeling of liberation she was swimming in. Giovanni remained mercifully quiet waiting for her to catch her breath. He stroked her back, placing tender kisses to the sensitive slope between her neck and shoulder.
Her legs, feeble and weak, unhinged themselves from his waist. The galvanizing pressure of his erection nudged against her navel, and she wobbled on the tips of her toes. If the guilt wasn’t embarrassing enough, she ached all over and wanted more. In the back of her mind her manners kicked in. It wouldn’t be polite to leave him hanging.
Timidly, Tracy dared to pull her eyes from his shirtfront. Satisfaction lingered in his ravenous gaze and she realized they were far from finished. A smile flickered at the corner of his mouth.
H er palm came to his chest and trailed down his abdomen. The heat of his arousal jutted out the top of his pants. Deftly tracing the hard ridge, Tracy watched in utter fascination as his eyes turned drowsy with desire. The grey disappeared, rolling back beneath his long dark lashes. Unclasping his suit
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