The Italian's Future Bride(13)

Hot, taut satin skin adorned her hungry fingers once again, coated with a  layer of male body hair. She scraped through it with her fingernails  and felt him shudder with pleasure, her skin livening with excitement  when she finally felt the full power of his naked length come to settle  alongside her own. He was big and hot and amazingly, beautifully,  magnificently built. Greedy for more, she rolled tight in against him  and he accommodated her with a shift of his body that brought her into  full contact with every part of his front.



The pouting buds of her breasts rubbed against the rough hair on his  chest and she couldn't breathe for the tingling, stinging pleasure of  it, yet she was panting, could barely cope with the thrills of  excitement that went racing through her as he ran his hands down her  spine and over her bottom and thighs to locate her stocking tops. He  sent them sliding away with no effort at all. Her toes curled as the  silk finally left them and he closed his fingers over her foot and used  it to bend her leg over his hips.



Shock stung her into a quivering mass of pleasure when he captured one  of her hands and fed it down to the velvet-smooth thickness of his  penis, then urged her to stroke it between her legs.



He was big, a beautiful long-limbed muscular male with proportional  length to his sex. She still had on her panties but she did not want  them on; she wanted to feel him stroking like this against her with no  barrier to dull the sensual ache.



Maybe he read her mind because he rolled on to his back, taking her with  him, so she lay over him. Then he lifted her up and pushed her thighs  together and ran his fingers into the scrappy fabric of her panties to  stroke it away from the firm shape of her behind.



'Your skin is like silk,' he breathed against her urgent mouth.



When she caught the words with the flickering tip of her tongue he ran a  forefinger into the tightly clenched crevice he'd uncovered and  followed it all the way to the hot welcoming wetness between her legs.



He knew exactly what he was doing. Rachel just went wild as the dizzying  tumult of thick, warm stimulation coiled around her senses. She moved  with him in natural enticement and on a lusty growl he toppled her on to  her back, then came to lie across her, their kiss completely broken for  the first time.



His eyes were two intense black diamond orbs that he took from the  burning desire suffusing her face to look down where his fingers now  moved on her, following the path of pale dusky curls into soft female  folds between her pearly-white thighs. The damp tip of his tongue  appeared between his teeth as his dark head followed. For the next few  minutes Rachel existed purely in the drugging eddy of his touch.



She was exquisite. The most receptive woman he had ever experienced.  There was a brief moment when he let himself wonder what man had taught  her to respond like this. Then, as something too close to jealousy  ripped at him, he thrust the question away. His fingers made a slow  sensual journey to search out her pleasure spots, allowing his thumb to  replace his tongue in rolling possession of her taut little nub. He  looked back at her face and watched her sink deeper into helpless  response, urged on by his burning need to drive her out of her mind.



Her pale hair lay spread out across his pillow, her parted mouth warm  and full and softly gasping, her lips dewy-red against the whiteness of  her wonderful skin. Her eyes were closed, her slender arms thrown above  her head in complete abandon and the two peaks of her breasts swayed and  quivered as she moved her body in a natural sensual rhythm with his  caress.                       
       
           



       



And his heart was thundering against his ribcage, the ache of his own  steadily growing need pulsing its demand along his fully aroused length.  She wanted to come. He could feel the anxious ripple of her inner  muscles bringing her swiftly towards her peak. But thinking about  another man making her feel this good made him determined to heighten  her pleasure some more.



So he ruthlessly withdrew and, as she whimpered out a protest, he  stripped her panties fully away. Without pausing, he then began a long  slow, tormenting assault with his hands and his lips and his tongue over  every inch of her smooth pale flesh. Dipping his fingers yet again into  her hot sweet centre, he closed his mouth round one of her breasts.  They were so perfect, two plump pearly-white mounds of womanly softness,  with pink super-sensitive tips protruding from their rose-circled  peaks. His fingers toyed with one while his tongue toyed with the other.  She groaned and arched and gasped and quivered and tried to pay him  back with the hungry nip of her teeth. Her hands were everywhere on him  now, exploring and stroking, sometimes sending him into paroxysms of  shudders when she decided to score her nails into his flesh.



By the time he covered her, she was nothing more than a shimmer of  sensation and he took her face between his fingers, then urged, 'Look at  me,' in a dark husky voice that made her tremble as she lifted her  heavy eyelids and showed him dark blue passion-drugged eyes.



He was so very beautiful, she thought hazily. A dark passionate lover  with the face of a fallen angel. Rachel held his gaze as he eased  himself between her slender thighs and made that first slow silken  thrust inside, surprise widening her eyes as she felt his girth and  length. She was no virgin, but he was big so maybe experience had taught  him caution with a new lover because she could see his fight not to  give her all of him gripping the perfect mould of his face.



'Okay?' he asked huskily.



She nodded, her tongue making a circle of her lips as she willed her  inner muscles to relax. With an erotic slowness that fanned the flames  flickering between them, he followed her circling tongue with his own.  Her fingers were clutching at the bunched muscles in his shoulders, her  breathing reduced to short gasps of air as he pushed deeper still. She  could feel the roughness of his thighs pressing along the length of her  silkier thighs and the way his lean buttocks clenched as the first  sense-shattering ripple of her muscles played along his length.



It was a slow, slow merging like she'd never experienced-a careful  all-consuming invasion that sent her mind spinning off somewhere and her  senses taking on a singing bright will of their own. She moved  restlessly beneath him, wanting all of him-needing all of him-but where  her hands clutched his shoulders she could feel their bulging taut  muscles were trembling with stress as he held himself back. Impatiently  she lifted her hips, closed her eyes, then let her muscles draw him in  deep.



Nothing had ever felt like this, Raffaelle thought on a lusty groan as  the full pressure of his hips sent her thighs spreading wider apart and  she took him into that hot tight tunnel with a gripping greed which sent  shots of sensation rippling down his full length.



He claimed her mouth with a devouring kiss and she kissed him back so  desperately that he flung caution aside and allowed the powerful flow to  take him over. Half expecting protest, he received eager encouragement  instead as the tactile muscle play of her pleasure surrounded him in  moist muscle-livened heat.



She was amazing, a pearly-white sylph with the moves of a siren. Her  arms were wrapped around his shoulders, her fingernails scoring deep  into his flesh. He moved with increasingly harder strokes and she moved  with him, taking each driving plunge from his flanks with an exquisite  contraction which rewarded each exquisite thrust.



Energizing heat poured into both of them, driving the whole thing right  out there into a different world. The real excess began to build like an  electrifying life-force that fine-tuned itself between agony and  ecstasy, liquidising the senses and shutting down the brain. The white  heat of her orgasm took her over, lifting her whole body from the bed in  a quivering arch and holding it there while he thrust and shuddered and  ground out hoarse words as she pulsed all around him and brought him to  a shattering climax that carried them on and on.



CHAPTER FIVE



AFTERWARDSthey lay in a tangle of slack limbs, racing hearts and heated  flesh. His face was pressed into the pillow next to her head as he  fought for breath and Rachel lay pale as death with her eyes closed,  trying desperately to block out the wildly wanton way she had just  behaved.



Hot sex with a stranger. Her insides turned over.                       
       
           



       



She had never done anything like this before in her life.



Which did not make her feel any better about any of it.



Nothing, she suspected, was ever going to make her feel good about it.  This was Raffaelle Villani spread heavy on top of her. The man with a  notorious reputation for getting off with long-legged blondes.