breath. He didn’t stop though. He kept right on kissing her.
“Touch me,” she whispered against his lips.
His long-fingered hands encompassed her waist, resting on her hips and pulling her against him. Feeling the hard ridge of his manhood pressed against the juncture of her thighs, Nicolette’s heart gave a steady jolt. One hand moved up, along her back, in a soothing gesture.
Every inch of her body was on fire. Her nipples thrust against his chest, and she yearned for him to touch her there, yet she could not bring herself to utter the words.
As though he could read her mind, his lips left hers, kissing her along her jaw, her ear, his tongue sliding along the sensitive curve. Nicolette inhaled, taking in his masculine scent as his mouth moved along her neck, and then her collarbone.
Her hands wove through his hair, the feel of his lips on her flesh making her yearn for more than he would be willing to give. If only he loved her the way she loved him...
He pulled the shirt up and over her head, tossing it aside. His gold eyes had darkened. She had never seen him look that way. So sensual, so passionate, and her heart soared knowing she had caused such a reaction.
The thought was forgotten as he lowered his head and took a nipple into his mouth. The breath caught in Nicolette’s throat as his tongue laved her, circling the sensitive peak, then sucking, using his teeth just the slightest bit to make her stomach flip. Her head fell back on her shoulders, enjoying the new sensations.
A deep ache pulsed within her, between her legs. Apparently she was not so different than her mother, who had made her living pleasuring men, and being pleasured in return.
Salvatore’s mouth left her breast, and moved to the other. His hand encompassed the other breast, and he rolled her nipple between thumb and forefinger.
She looked down at him, his eyes closed, the long lashes fanning against his high cheekbones. As though sensing her stare, he opened his eyes and smiled against her breast, his tongue snaking out, licking her nipple.
“Salvatore, I want...” She couldn’t find the words.
He didn’t stop. He continued pleasuring her, his mouth taking her ever higher to a pinnacle she wanted to reach, to experience. His other hand moved down, over her quivering stomach, to her woman’s mound. His fingers stroked the slick folds, running along the seam, flicking against the tiny bundle of nerves. It seemed he knew her body better than she did. He kissed her, his fingers working their magic, the pad of his thumb resting on the hidden nub, while he slipped a finger inside her.
Her insides clutched him, and as he moved the finger in and out of her, every nerve in her body tensed. Salvatore’s kiss deepened, and he added another finger. Nicolette arched against his hand, her breath catching in her throat as she soared to the stars.
As her breathing returned to normal, she opened her eyes and Salvatore smiled. His finger slipped from her, and he hugged her tight. She rested her head on his shoulder, trying to catch her breath.
Lord help her—she had experienced just a tiny part of lovemaking...and she wanted so much more.
*****
Salvatore held Nicolette tightly. She trembled in his arms, and still her heart pounded as loudly as his own.
He should be shot. What had possessed him to take the lesson to such a level? He had thought to merely kiss her, to teach her just a little of what happened between a man and a woman, but his desire had escalated from teaching to white-hot need. Her soft moans had told him she enjoyed what he was doing, and once she had touched him so intimately, he had not been able to hold back.
Every inch of Nicolette’s was imprinted on his mind for all eternity. Her full breasts with the rose-pink colored nipples had set his blood on fire. The patch of thick curls that covered her sex, hiding the treasure within, had beckoned him, and he had been unable to keep from touching her...from sliding his
“Touch me,” she whispered against his lips.
His long-fingered hands encompassed her waist, resting on her hips and pulling her against him. Feeling the hard ridge of his manhood pressed against the juncture of her thighs, Nicolette’s heart gave a steady jolt. One hand moved up, along her back, in a soothing gesture.
Every inch of her body was on fire. Her nipples thrust against his chest, and she yearned for him to touch her there, yet she could not bring herself to utter the words.
As though he could read her mind, his lips left hers, kissing her along her jaw, her ear, his tongue sliding along the sensitive curve. Nicolette inhaled, taking in his masculine scent as his mouth moved along her neck, and then her collarbone.
Her hands wove through his hair, the feel of his lips on her flesh making her yearn for more than he would be willing to give. If only he loved her the way she loved him...
He pulled the shirt up and over her head, tossing it aside. His gold eyes had darkened. She had never seen him look that way. So sensual, so passionate, and her heart soared knowing she had caused such a reaction.
The thought was forgotten as he lowered his head and took a nipple into his mouth. The breath caught in Nicolette’s throat as his tongue laved her, circling the sensitive peak, then sucking, using his teeth just the slightest bit to make her stomach flip. Her head fell back on her shoulders, enjoying the new sensations.
A deep ache pulsed within her, between her legs. Apparently she was not so different than her mother, who had made her living pleasuring men, and being pleasured in return.
Salvatore’s mouth left her breast, and moved to the other. His hand encompassed the other breast, and he rolled her nipple between thumb and forefinger.
She looked down at him, his eyes closed, the long lashes fanning against his high cheekbones. As though sensing her stare, he opened his eyes and smiled against her breast, his tongue snaking out, licking her nipple.
“Salvatore, I want...” She couldn’t find the words.
He didn’t stop. He continued pleasuring her, his mouth taking her ever higher to a pinnacle she wanted to reach, to experience. His other hand moved down, over her quivering stomach, to her woman’s mound. His fingers stroked the slick folds, running along the seam, flicking against the tiny bundle of nerves. It seemed he knew her body better than she did. He kissed her, his fingers working their magic, the pad of his thumb resting on the hidden nub, while he slipped a finger inside her.
Her insides clutched him, and as he moved the finger in and out of her, every nerve in her body tensed. Salvatore’s kiss deepened, and he added another finger. Nicolette arched against his hand, her breath catching in her throat as she soared to the stars.
As her breathing returned to normal, she opened her eyes and Salvatore smiled. His finger slipped from her, and he hugged her tight. She rested her head on his shoulder, trying to catch her breath.
Lord help her—she had experienced just a tiny part of lovemaking...and she wanted so much more.
*****
Salvatore held Nicolette tightly. She trembled in his arms, and still her heart pounded as loudly as his own.
He should be shot. What had possessed him to take the lesson to such a level? He had thought to merely kiss her, to teach her just a little of what happened between a man and a woman, but his desire had escalated from teaching to white-hot need. Her soft moans had told him she enjoyed what he was doing, and once she had touched him so intimately, he had not been able to hold back.
Every inch of Nicolette’s was imprinted on his mind for all eternity. Her full breasts with the rose-pink colored nipples had set his blood on fire. The patch of thick curls that covered her sex, hiding the treasure within, had beckoned him, and he had been unable to keep from touching her...from sliding his
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