Zara was unprepared for the sheer feelings overwhelming her. She had no idea her body was even capable of reacting with such fire and sensitivity. Every stroke of his tongue, the raking of his teeth, the greedy way he attacked was overpowering. Her body took on a life of its own, winding tighter and tighter until she thought she might lose her mind. She had no idea she was chanting his name until her lungs were burning for air and she had to stop to inhale.
Lightning seemed to strike through her body as that tension coiled and her body burned. Panic set in, but there was his voice talking to her in that whisper of dark, intimate velvet, commanding her to relax and let go for him. She’d do just about anything for him and her body always seemed to obey him, relaxing into the heat of his mouth and the stroke of his tongue. Fire raced, a million colors burst behind her eyes and she was thrown into the sky, soaring with constellations she didn’t even know the name of.
Heart pounding like wild, eyes on his, she opened her mouth, but nothing came out. He grinned at her, shamelessly smug.
“Let’s see if you can do that again,” he said.
She shook her head, her gaze dropping to his body. So hard. So perfect. He’d come up on his knees, and she could see the heavy erection. Evidently, he’d enjoyed what he’d been doing to her almost as much, or more than she had. She couldn’t imagine more, but that wasn’t what she wanted.
“Not again?”
Did he look disappointed? “I want you inside me, Gino.” She tried to sound assertive and firm.
“Baby.” He let out another soft groan. “Don’t tempt the devil. I’m trying to do right by you. The surface is hard. A mattress would feel a whole hell of a lot better. As it is, twice I nearly caught at your hips and I would have touched those lacerations that aren’t quite healed. I don’t want any pain for you when we come together.”
“I know what I want, and I’m not feeling pain at all. Just the opposite.” She kept her gaze fixed on his so he could see she meant it. She knew him well enough now to know if he decided against it, there would be no changing his mind, not even if she pulled out some of her seduction tricks she’d read about.
“Princess.” His voice had gone husky. Sexy. Hypnotic. “You have to be certain. I planned this out in the bedroom where you’d be comfortable, not here where the ground is hard.”
“I want here. I love being here with you, and this place is magic to me. I’m not hurting at all. I swear, I would tell you immediately.”
He closed his eyes for a moment and she thought she’d lost. Her heart pounded. She counted her breaths, her heartbeats. She moved her body subtly, widening her legs, arching just a little so it drew attention to her breasts. He groaned, and she knew she won.
“All right, baby. I’ve got a couple of condoms in my wallet and we’re going to protect you.” He reached for his jeans, dragged them to him and pulled out his wallet and then a foil packet. “I’ve got two in here. That’s the limit, Zara.”
One of his hands rubbed her thigh, the other cupped the slickness between her legs. She gasped as he pushed a finger into her. It was slow, but she felt every inch.
“You’re tight, princess, and I’m …” He broke off, shaking his head. “Your first time is going to hurt. There’s no getting around that. I can be careful and make it as good as I can, but it can hurt.”
He looked around at their surroundings and then back down to her body, laid out in front of him like a feast. She wasn’t afraid and, although the pain part didn’t sound great, she’d read about that too and knew what to expect. From that first moment of partial freedom, when she’d attended school outside the compound, she had realized that men and women gravitated toward one another. She’d wanted what others had. A man. A home. Children. She had been determined to be ready in case the opportunity was ever given to her. She had been unwavering in her desire to be the best partner for her man she could be.
She stretched her arms above her head, and lifted her hips, rocking a little. “I want you right now, Gino. I want to know I’m your woman. If it’s going to hurt here, it’s going to hurt in the bedroom.”
His hand fisted his cock absently, doing several lazy pumps while he looked at her body lying there. A faint sheen covered her skin where tiny drops of water remained from the pool.
“Cup your breasts, baby. Remember what I did to your nipples? Do the same thing for me. I want to watch you.”
She didn’t know if that meant yes, but she followed his instructions exactly. Her body was already in a heightened state and just the brush of her fingers on her nipples sent streaks of fire straight to her clit. She gasped, and rocked her hips more, trying to assuage the terrible need building in her just from watching Gino’s fist sliding on his cock and that one long finger pumping in and out of her. It wasn’t nearly enough, and her breath came out in ragged little pants she couldn’t control.
He pushed a second finger into her along with the first. It felt … too much. Too tight. Burning. Just the way he said. She gasped and pinched and rolled and tugged more. Harder. Needing the fire to overcome the burn.
“Relax, princess. The more you relax, the easier this is going to be.”
Her body was already listening to him, the tension going out of her muscles and almost immediately, the two fingers fit. She took another deep breath and let it out as he scissored them, stretching her even more. It felt unexpectedly sexy. Maybe it was the way he looked, kneeling over her like a conquering warrior.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Zara. I love that you do exactly what I ask of you, that you trust me that much.”
Just the way he looked at her was a turn-on. Every sense she had was heightened, so acute, her skin was sensitive to the slightest brush of her fingers. His eyes were so black, so feral, the lines in his face carved deep with lust. There was that mixture of lust and some deep emotion she wanted to call love because that was the accepted word. Whatever it was, it was all for her and she gave herself completely to him.
Gino pulled his two fingers away from her and her body tried to follow them. He brought them to his mouth and licked them clean. “I love the way you taste. All mine. No one else is ever going to have that.”
She liked that too. Watching him roll on the condom was hot. She didn’t know why, but she just seeing the glove come over his cock was exciting—although she was greedy enough to want to know how he felt inside her without it.
He caught her bottom in his hands and pressed the broad head of his cock to her entrance. He felt a lot bigger than his two fingers had.
“Just relax, Zara. You’re giving yourself to me. Your body is a gift I’ll always treasure. You’ll never have to worry that I’ll forget about taking care of it or you. Even now, this first time when we both know it’s going to be a little uncomfortable, I’ll make certain you feel pleasure.”
His voice was so gravelly it was almost harsh, but it moved over her skin like the touch of fingers. Eyes on his, she nodded as he pushed steadily through her tight folds. She did her best not to tense up, but the burn wasn’t a good one. She felt stretched beyond what she could handle. She shook her head. “I don’t think this is going to work.” She wanted it to, but it really did sting. Okay—hurt.
“I’ll fit, princess. You were made for me. It’s just difficult at first.”
He retreated and then pushed in a second time. Slowly. Steadily. She couldn’t decide if the sting was better or worse. The third time, he pulled out, replaced his cock with his mouth, and she nearly came apart again. Liquid heat nearly dripped like honey. Then his cock was back, and this time it was easier with her sheath slick.
He caught her buttocks in his hands, pausing. “Keep your eyes on mine. I want you to pinch your nipples hard. Right now.”