Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 144832 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 724(@200wpm)___ 579(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144832 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 724(@200wpm)___ 579(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
Taviano brushed kisses down the side of her cheek. “The one to what? Tell me what you want, Nicoletta. Next time what?”
She took a deep breath. They’d promised each other they’d talk things out, including about sex. Especially anything sexual. They were man and wife, and shouldn’t that be every bit as important as any other subject? Maybe more so because it was the most intimate between them? The way they expressed physical love?
“I’m afraid to lie on the bed. I’m afraid I’ll have a panic attack if you’re on top of me, but I hope I’ll get there one day soon. But I really want to try on my hands and knees, with you behind me. The idea is really hot every time I think about it. A little scary, but still, I think I could do it without panicking.”
He nibbled on her shoulder. “I like that idea. It is hot. But you know what’s even hotter?” His hands came up under her breasts and just stayed there, holding the weight casually, as if she belonged to him. As if he claimed her body. She loved the way he did that. He made her feel as if she were a part of him.
That voice. It got to her every single time. Excitement coursed through her. “What?” She could barely breathe all over again.
“I’ll show you when we get out of here. We’ll go down to the entrance hall, where the thick carpet is.”
She licked her lips, trying to think why down there. Their bedroom had privacy screens, making the room at least a little darker. It would be very light in the wide foyer. The entrance was round and very wide, almost like a turret might be, the carpet very thick and rich, with a mirror curving from floor to ceiling along the entire foyer.
Her head jerked up and her eyes met his. The mirror. She would be able to see him if she looked up. She touched her tongue to her lips. His heavy cock stirred against her bottom.
He grinned wickedly. “Now you’ve got me hot all over again. Just the thought of watching me disappearing into you is too much to think about. Can’t wait.” He stood up, her in his arms, water pouring off of both of them. “And I can see your face.”
It seemed so easy for him, his strength so casual as he caught up a large bath towel and pulled it around both of them.
“We’re dripping everywhere, Taviano,” she reprimanded, but she couldn’t help laughing.
“It’s our damn house,” he pointed out, uncaring, hurrying down the hall, leaving behind a path of wet footprints.
She didn’t care, either. Already the heat had started. He was nipping and kissing her shoulder. Her neck. She was doing the same. She licked at the drops of water on his chest. The moment he put her feet on the floor she went to her knees, surrounding his narrow hips with her arms and licking at his cock with her tongue, sweeping up his shaft and over his velvety crown.
Taviano’s body was already hot. So hot. She loved that about him. The heat poured off his skin, and when she took him in her mouth, she felt as if he lit her on fire. The addicting taste of him nearly drove her out of her mind. She wanted more. Cupping his heavy sac, she stroked and caressed while she sucked and laved with her tongue.
“Want you on your hands and knees, Nicoletta. I need to be in you again.”
There was a growl to his voice that had her gaze jumping to his. He looked the same, but different. Definitely hers, but most definitely Taviano Ferraro. He tugged on her hair, and she reluctantly let him slip from her mouth.
“Crawl over there, right in front of the mirror where it curves, so you can see anything coming at you from any direction.”
The way he said it was almost an order, yet it was sexy as hell. That voice again. Low. His eyes blazing with heat. With carnal desire. With passion. At the same time, he was giving her a sense of safety. She could see anything coming at her in the mirrors.
“You’ll be able to see my cock disappear deep. Your body rocking forward when I drive into you. Your breasts swinging with every thrust. It’s so sexy, amore mio. So damn sexy. Your face. I want you to see your face, that beauty when I take you there. And the way we look together. There’s nothing like it, Nicoletta.”
Taviano could distract her so easily from fear. She put one hand and then one knee into the thick carpet, looking at herself in the mirror. Her breasts did sway. Her nipples peaked. Taviano’s hand dropped to her left cheek, caressing and kneading the muscle as she moved into position.