Nicoletta opened her mouth, thinking she might protest Taviano’s assault on her senses, but once his teeth scraped across her sensitive skin, she lost all ability to think clearly.
Taviano managed to open the first two buttons of her jacket while his mouth was busy at her neck, so the jacket framed her breasts. The silk bra was barely there, just a network of lace stretching around her generous curves. In the mirror, the marks from his roving fingers showed through the lace, and her nipples stood up temptingly. The bra was a pretty mauve, the color nice against her skin.
Her face was flushed that soft, delicate rose he loved to see over her entire body. His hands wandered down to the waistband of the trousers. It was easy enough to open them and slide his hand down inside. “I love your skin, piccola. Always so soft. When I held you at night, it was difficult not to rub my body all over yours just to feel how soft you are.”
He massaged her feminine mound and those soft curls there. Waited a heartbeat. Two. She didn’t protest. She didn’t stop him. He tugged on the curls, watching her face in the mirror. Her breathing turned ragged. He let his fingers slide farther down, found her lips and rubbed and tugged. Her gaze jumped to his.
“Do you like that?” He whispered the question into her ear, his breath warm, his seduction blatant. “Does it feel good?”
She had to know he found her a desirable woman. He wanted her to know he loved her and loving her meant wanting her body as well as her heart. He stroked a finger over her clit and then her entrance. Tugged again on her lips. Gently. So gently but firmly, letting her know he could use every part of her to make her feel pleasure. The more she trusted him, the more pleasure he could give her.
Her gaze clung to his in the mirror. “Yes.”
His finger slid into her. He felt the bite of her channel. She was tight. Achingly so. He bit down again on that sweet spot that had her squirming. “Keep looking at me, Nicoletta. I want you to pull your bra off your breasts, so it pushes them up.”
He began to fuck her slowly with his finger, his eyes on hers in the mirror, his mouth on her shoulder. She looked so sexy with his hand in her trousers, working her body. Her hips began to subtly move, gliding with him. That was even sexier. Her hands came up to her bra and she dragged it down beneath the two rounded globes, pushing them up. Her nipples were even tighter. They looked so damned tempting he could barely contain himself.
“Can you roll and pinch your nipples for me?” He used one hand to show her and then pulled his hand free so he could lick off the coating of honey. He showed her his gleaming finger. “You taste so good, tesoro.”
He held his finger to her mouth and waited for her to open. Pushing inside he watched in the mirror while she sucked. The sight made him so hard he found he was growing painful. “You’re so sexy. I love that you do whatever I ask of you.” His hand was back, sliding inside her trousers. He flicked her clit, strummed it and then flicked it again and again. “Keep rolling and tugging, Nicoletta. I love to watch.”
Her breathing had grown ragged. She didn’t take her gaze from his in the mirror, and he knew by the way her body was flushed and her hips bucking that she was finding the sight of what he was doing to her as sexy as he found it. He slid his finger into her again and began to fuck her harder and deeper, watching her closely as he added a second finger. Every now and then, he brushed along the seam of her cheeks with his thumb. She tugged harder at her nipples and her hips found his rhythm and matched him.
She was beautiful. So close. He couldn’t take his eyes from her. This time he wasn’t going to be selfish. This was for her. Although, he had to admit, it was for him, too. He loved seeing her like this. He loved knowing he could give this to her. He loved that she trusted him with her body enough to allow him to follow the things he asked of her and let him put his hands on her.
He felt the tightening of her body. The tension coiling in her. Her gaze turned frantic, fearful. “I’ve got you, amore mio, I’ll always have you. Just let go. Give yourself to me.” He bit down on her neck again, gently, his teeth scraping lightly, and then he kissed her there, his tongue lapping at the small sting.