Claimed by the Sicilian Tycoon(15)

“Do they go all the way down?” he asked.

She gave him a quizzical look. “They?”

“The freckles,” he said. “Do they go all the way past here?” He tugged on the fabric with his finger, pushing it away from her skin.

She sighed softly. “Yes they do.”

Carefully, slowly, Andros closed the distance between them. The leather of the seats creaked, the noise a sharp counterpoint to their breathing.

“I’m going to kiss every single one. I’m going to kiss and lick every inch of you, Rossa.”

She smiled that sultry smile again. “You think you can find every single one?”

“I think I am going to try.”

By the time they made it to his home Andros was ready to burst. He unlocked the front door, and pulled her into the lobby with him. A moment later the door was locked, they were alone, and nothing stood in their way.

“Come here,” he demanded, and just like in the car, she complied.

It was just two small steps, straight into his outstretched arms, and it was only when she was up close to him that Andros realized she was smaller than he’d thought. Even in those killer heels, she reached only to his shoulder. With them removed, she would be smaller still, delicate even. Except that delicate did not match the fire flashing in her eyes and his dick hardened as soon as he looked into them.

“You are so beautiful,” he breathed.

“You’re not too bad yourself, Andros.”

He lifted a hand and ran the back of it along her face. Her eyelids fluttered as he did so. When she let out a soft sigh, he knew that this was going to be easy. More than that, it was going to be exciting. He could feel it in the pit of his stomach, prodding him, urging him and Andros gave into it.

“We are going to have so much fun together,” he whispered. “So much.”

He lowered his head, capturing her lips. They were soft, plump, tasting ever so slightly of strawberries. He moved them, and teased them, making her relax against him.

“Mmmm,” she sighed and if possible his cock thickened even more.

Andros took her arms and wrapped them around his neck, placed his around her waist, pulling her body the length of him. His dick was prodding her stomach, and she undulated slightly, encouraging him.

Their kiss continued, each of them plundering the other’s mouth, taking their fill. It was like taking too much oxygen. It made Andros lightheaded, made him ache to be inside her.

He lowered his hands until they found the hem of her dress, one little tug to make sure it wasn’t too tight, and Andros hooked his hands under her ass before lifting her into his arms. She gasped against him, her lips stilling, but wrapped her legs around his waist. Her pussy was now directly above his swollen cock, giving him just a taste of what was to come.

Andros groaned against her lips. He knew there was no way he was going to make it to the bedroom. It would take too long. Instead he carried her into the living room, to the wide couch, and carefully lowered her to the floor, their lips breaking contact.

Their gazes met. He could see the excitement in hers, knew it was reflected in his, and when she nodded, he reached around her back until he found what he was looking for. The zipper reached from the middle of her shoulder blades to the cleft of her ass. Andros ran his fingers along it until he found the small piece of metal needed. Then slowly, in what felt almost like a torturous motion, he undid it. The sound was clear, an accompaniment to their heavy breaths. A moment later, the dress slackened. Carefully he lifted Lyra’s arms outwards, so that the straps of the dress fell down them, until she held on to it with nothing but her elbows.

“Relax,” he whispered. “Let me see you.”

She did. The dress pooled on the floor in a splash of perfect red, and when Andros took a step back, his heart seemed to stop. He’d seen many women naked over the years, delighted in them, but nothing and no one could compare to the woman now stood on front of him.

She wore no bra, and her breasts were so perfectly formed that Andros couldn’t help but agree that a bra would have made no sense. Why should anything cover those? They were rounded and firm, just begging to be bitten into, the nipples already puckered in the cool air.

Her waist was slim, ridiculously flat and…he smiled and ran a finger downwards…glinting in her belly button was a tiny little stud. It was ruby red.

Signora in Rossa.

His finger continued downwards to the panties, which he had to admit, Andros had expected to be red too, but these were white. A perfect, virginal white, though the design was anything but innocent. A mere scrap of lace, they covered only the essentials, and even then Andros could see plenty.