Discovering Pleasure by Marie Haynes

Italian,” she answered. Could a man be any sexier than when he was eating food cooked by the woman who loved him? Rose didn’t think so.
    Nathan looked up, catching her eye. She saw his eyes darken and knew now that his stomach had been appeased, his thoughts had turned to other appetites.
    “You’re beautiful,” he simply stated.
    Rose was stunned. She didn’t know how to react. He’d said such things to her before, but always during moments of passion. She’d never seen herself as beautiful and to hear him say the words so bluntly confused her. Her hair was too fuzzy and too red. Her body was a bit too round to be fashionable and, standing at barely five feet three, she realised she’d never compare to the statuesque beauties commonly found in men’s magazines.
    Nathan smiled. “You look like I just told you some fairy tale and expected you to believe it.”
    “You have,” she answered.
    Nathan’s smile vanished. “No, Rose. I haven’t.” He stood and walked around the table to hold her hand. “Come with me.”
    Rose nodded and complied, mesmerised by his gorgeous, commanding eyes. Meekly, she followed him into her bedroom. He placed her before the full-length mirror, forcing her to look at herself. He stood behind her and slowly lifted her dress, exposing her body to the glass. Gently, he removed her bra and panties. Rose turned her head, trying to hide from her own reflection.
    “No, baby. I want you to look at yourself,” he said, placing his hands on her cheeks and forcing her to face the mirror. “Look at your legs, see how long and strong they are? See how they flare into your hips, the perfect Y where your thighs meet your sex? The softness of your belly is enough to make a man drool.”
    He splayed his hands over her lower abdomen and she moaned softly and leaned against his chest. He cupped her breasts, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples.
    “You see these? These perfect breasts? Firm, round, soft. My God, Rose. I could suckle them the rest of my life and die a happy man,” he murmured.
    He kissed her neck and dropped his head slightly, nibbling her shoulders. Rose tipped her head just a bit and lifted her hand to touch his cheek. Did he truly think all that of her? She saw only a mediocre body and a desperate need in dark green eyes.
    “You, my dear, may never see what I do, but don’t insult my taste by denying the beauty of what I see. If I say you are beautiful, then know that you are,” he assured her.
    Swiftly, he bent down and lifted her. He carried her to the bed and gently placed her on it. Keeping his eyes focused on hers, he undressed. Rose widened her eyes. Of course she had seen him naked before, but the vision of his biceps and his muscular, hairy chest never ceased to enthrall her. If Michelangelo had seen Nathan, surely he would have sculpted this body in marble.
    Reaching for him, Rose ran her hand up his chest, entwining her fingers in his soft hair.
    “Nathan. You are magnificent,” she whispered, leaning forward to kiss his chest.
    She felt the bed shift under his weight as she wantonly ran her tongue along his skin. When she encountered a hard nipple, she moaned with delight and sucked, her hands continuing their exploration of his stomach. He pushed his weight against her, forcing her to lie down.
    “God, Rose. Do you know what you do to me? Are you trying to drive me crazy?” he asked.
    “No and yes,” she answered between kisses. “I don’t care. All I care about is you. I want you, Nathan, I want to taste every inch of you. I want the smell of you on my skin. I want you to take your pleasure of me so that I can find my own.”

    Nathan needed no other encouragement. He captured her mouth with his and pushed his tongue inside her mouth as he pushed his rod into her wet, warm tunnel. The woman was always ready for him, always. That knowledge alone made him hard. But Jesus, if he didn’t gain some control he’d lose his seed before he’d ever pleasured her