"Then be my mistress." He kissed her again. "Come away with me. As my lover. I want you so badly, Flora, it's driving me insane."
"Really? Oh… I think I like that…" she pulled him down towards her.
"So will you come with me, will you love me, without a ring, without a title, and just be my woman?"
She looked at him with those orchid eyes, searchingly, longingly. Then she nodded.
"Yes, I will. Please, make me your woman."
And so he did.
Fifteen
Don't worry, we're still in Francesco's garden
Flora's nightgown was quickly removed. The night air blew gently over her stomach as he pulled it off. Immediately she yearned for his hot body to cover her with its warmth.
She was not drunk on wine anymore, she was drunk on love.
She had expected everything but this. She had expected him to yell at her, or to simply send her back to Palazzo Sforza, but when he had suddenly pulled her towards him, she knew she had been right all along. He had whispered her name at the Scala! He was the man who was always meant for her, he was her mate, what did it matter that he was an imperial prince, she did not have to be his wife, as long as she could be kissed by him, and held by him, she would be happy. Deliriously happy.
They had not spoken anymore. Somehow, everything had been said and both Flora and Francesco, who was just as talkative as she was on a normal day, were completely contented by the each other's presence.
Francesco was kneeling between her legs and he was so glorious before the night sky that her heart skipped a beat and there were tears in her eyes as she watched him undress. From the first time she had seen him, his body had fascinated her, called out to her, engraved itself into her mind. In her imagination she had touched it, stroked it, kissed it and tasted every inch of it. Now, she was finally getting to know how all of this felt for real. She had no qualms at all about giving her innocence to him, he would take good care of her, of that she was sure. Her fingers reached up and the tips softly caressed the muscles just above his belt. He opened it and his trousers fell down.
Flora saw for the very first time what she had read and wondered so much about in her most private musings. An aroused man.
He lowered himself and for a while they simply kissed. But there was a new urge in his kisses and she herself felt the need for more closeness, for a deeper joining.
He began to kiss her neck, then her breasts and her stomach. Settling back a few inches, he kissed the inside of her thigh and from there, he was moving slowly upwards.
Soon, his mouth was covering her core and his tongue split the soft folds of flesh apart, playing around, suckling on her, licking her, while his hands were resting warmly on her belly.
She had to let her head fall back into the grass and close her eyes, so overwhelming were the showers of pleasure that overcame her.
After a while he moved up again, caressing her firm, round breasts and finally their mouths met anew. His hands, she noticed, had started to lift up her legs and much to her excitement, for the first time, the tip of his manliness pushed against her own sex. Anticipation rushed through her forcefully. She was breathing heavily, trying to control her heartbeat, that threatened to run away with her.
Still kissing her, Francesco positioned himself higher, brought her legs with him and slowly, almost agonisingly so, the long, hard shaft moved into her.
He stopped kissing her and looked at her intently, almost questioningly. She was about to say something when a sharp pain went through her loins and she softly cried out, burying her fingers in his back and her face against his chest.
He waited a little, still appraising her from above, obviously expecting her to signal him whether to stop or to continue.
The muscles inside of her relaxed and the pain gradually ceased.
He pushed again and Flora groaned as his fullness entered her completely. She uttered a guttural sound and so did he.
His pelvis made slow, gentle movements that translated directly to the highly sensitive nerves of her femininity. The feel of him so deep inside was beyond anything Flora could have ever imagined and the intensity began to grow the more he moved. All the time, her hands were on the small of his back, enjoying the motions of the muscles under his skin.
He was moaning softly with every move he made and not even the angels singing in heaven could have made a more beautiful music to Flora's ears. He was so magnificent, the way the veins showed at his neck, with his shoulders glistening in the moonlight, and his smell, his hair… she wanted to explode with gladness.
All of a sudden, without warning, he pulled out of her and got back onto his knees. What had happened?
But she did not need worry for long because he pulled her up against himself, onto his lap, and he was back inside of her. She wrapped her legs around him instinctively and he went in even deeper than before.