She went to him, her breasts swaying with every step, making her acutely aware of them. The moment she got close, Giovanni pulled her between his thighs and cupped her breasts, his mouth settling immediately over her left nipple, drawing it into the heat of his mouth. Fire streaked straight to her clit. More liquid heat rushed to dampen her panties. She was afraid she was going to be more than damp by the time he was finished, but she couldn’t bring herself to push him away. Instead, she cradled his head to her, arching a little to give him better access.
Pleasure shot through her as his teeth raked her nipple and then he was sucking hard, his tongue and lips sliding over the other breast. She gasped when his mouth worked on her swollen, needy flesh. She wanted his fingers between her legs, but he didn’t comply, even when she bucked her hips in invitation.
When he lifted his head, she wanted to yank it back to her. Nothing felt so good. Nothing. “Have you considered whether or not you want to try jewelry on your nipples for me? We talked about it, but I want you to be sure.” He licked around her areola and then caught her nipple between his teeth and pulled gently.
She shook her head. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like.”
“Sapphires, to match your eyes. Sparkling gems.” His hands kneaded her breasts. “You’re so responsive.” He reached over and pulled a small box to him. “Would you wear this for me?” He opened the box and pulled out a chain. There was no doubt the sapphires were real. They were gorgeous gems. They dripped down from small to larger, a long, beaded row of fiery blue. Between them was a chain of platinum. The links weren’t delicate, but rather a winding of strands of platinum so the chain appeared to be a vine running from one blue gem to the other.
Sasha couldn’t help the little gasp of pleasure looking at it. She didn’t want to think about the cost. Giovanni had bought it for her, and she loved it. She cupped her right breast. Already her heart pulsed through that soft flesh, desperate for his touch. He leaned into her again and suckled, bringing her nipple to a hard peak. He fastened the clip, watching her face.
She gasped again at the shock of the bite. He instantly had his mouth on her left breast, repeating the same ritual. Once he clamped her nipple, he went back to the first one and tightened it, again watching her face. She kept her hands under her breasts, offering him her body, trusting him to know when it was enough. The bite sent streaks of fire to her clit, as if there was a live wire running straight to her core. He tightened the second clamp and indicated for her to step back so he could look at her.
“Put your hands down, baby. Let me see.”
She dropped her hands and the loss of support set her breasts swinging. The chain followed suit, as did the heavier sapphires. More fire. More liquid. This time she felt the inside of her thighs dampen. It was hot. It was sexy.
“You’re so gorgeous. Look in the mirror.” Giovanni indicated the wall across from the bed, the one that was mirrored from the floor to the ceiling.
Sasha turned and walked over to it. Every step she took set her breasts swaying. She’d never felt anything like it in her life. Her breasts were on fire, so was her sex. She looked … enticing. Sexy. Her body was flushed beneath the gossamer gown. Her hair was still piled on top of her head, leaving her shoulders bare. Nothing was really left to the imagination, yet the stretch fabric seemed to enhance her natural beauty. If nothing else, it gave her courage.
Her gaze was drawn immediately to her breasts. Giovanni’s marks were all over the soft mounds. The blue of the gemstones caught the light and sparkled. The chain was loose and swung with every movement. If there had been music, she would have been tempted to dance.
“Come here and eat something, baby.”
His voice. She loved the way he sounded. She tried to think about the conversation she’d planned on having with him, but the fire shooting from her nipples to her clit short-circuited her brain. It was easier to follow his instructions. She went back to the bed slowly, loving the way his gaze was glued to her body.
He patted the middle of the bed, and she crawled up. Even that was sensual, her breasts swinging as she went to all fours. The weight of the sapphires sent fire licking over her nipples and breasts. She was deliberately slow, wanting him to be as aroused as she was. The tray held strawberries and whipped cream along with cheeses and honey.
“Scoot all the way to the headboard, Sasha. It will be more comfortable.” He put the tray beside her and then stood up to unbutton his shirt and remove the rest of his clothes.
She took cheese and smeared the slice with honey before eating it, all the while watching him. He was definitely every bit as aroused as she was. He moved back up the bed and nudged her legs apart. She accommodated him but it wasn’t enough. He pushed her thighs much wider, caught the little panties and yanked. They hadn’t been doing that much good anyway.
She took another bite of cheese. It was delicious. Really delicious. A glass of ice was on the tray and a bottle of water with the cap on it. He’d thought of everything. His hand moved up her inner thigh to settle over her entrance.
“I love that you’re so ready for me.”
She was. Just his touch brought more heat. He dipped a strawberry in the whipped cream, put it in his mouth and leaned over to kiss her. His chest brushed her breasts, and she gasped as fire burst through her like a roaring conflagration. Instantly the strawberry was in her mouth, and he was rubbing ice all over her breasts and around her nipples. The contrast of fire and ice bordered somewhere between pain and pleasure. Maybe both. It didn’t matter. She wanted more.
Her clit pulsed and throbbed. Her sex wept and clenched. He caught her hand and brought it down to her dripping, slick sex. “Put your fingers in. You feel that scorching heat? That’s all mine.” He brought her hand to his mouth and licked her fingers.
She had no idea why she found everything he did so sexy, but his every action just made her want him more. He let go of her hand and took a finger full of whipped cream and painted her with it, then pushed more inside her. He chased it with his tongue, and she couldn’t help the cry of need that escaped.
He took his time, devouring her, making it impossible to do anything but push into him, desperate for more. Giovanni kept all control, refusing to do one single thing other than torment her with his fingers, his tongue and his teeth. He used the ice on her clit and then flicked her, nearly bringing her off the bed. The fire was in reverse now, rushing from her sex to her breasts. That didn’t seem good enough for him. He suddenly reached up, caught the chain and pulled it to him.
Her nipples had been settling but that movement caused explosions to go off, both through her breasts and deep inside her core. Her sheath spasmed. “Giovanni!” She cried out his name, uncertain whether she wanted him to stop or go on forever.
He smiled and tugged a second time. His smile was pure sin. Pure wickedness. Her breath rushed from her lungs and her body nearly went over the edge. She was close. Tension coiled tight. She needed … “More.”
He moved the tray, setting it on the floor, and then his fingers pushed an ice cube deep into her. She cried out, her bottom lifting off the bed, when his teeth raked her clit. He caught her waist, dragged her down the bed and flipped her over. The moment her clamped nipples hit the mattress, the weight of her body on them, a burst of fire radiated outward. He caught her hips and dragged her to her knees. Now her breasts swung free, the sapphire gems pulling, stretching. Fire poured over her skin, until every nerve ending in her body was alive.
His mouth was everywhere, his teeth, his fingers. He took full advantage of her position, claiming every inch of her as his own. She tried to impale herself on his hard cock. It was so close, at times pressed against her buttocks as he kissed his way down her spine. His hand smacked hard on her firm cheeks. Her sex spasmed. Her breasts rocked. The sapphires swung. The smacks grew harder as she bucked her hips, seeking more.