Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 157450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 787(@200wpm)___ 630(@250wpm)___ 525(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 787(@200wpm)___ 630(@250wpm)___ 525(@300wpm)
“What now, Alessia?” He’s waiting. “Whatever you want,” he says, arousing her. She leans forward and presses her lips against the warmth of his chest, where his heart thunders beneath his skin.
* * *
I am itching to touch her. But I can’t. This is the most audacious she’s been with me since we first made love. My body is straining. How can her innocent touch be so erotic? She’s driving me wild. She eases my shirt over my shoulders and tugs it down to my elbows. I present her with my wrists. “Cuffs.”
She flashes me a grin and undoes each one in turn, then drags my shirt off and drapes it over the armchair in front of the fire.
* * *
“Now what are you going to do?” he says. Alessia steps back to admire his fine, toned physique in the dancing light of the fire. The gold in his hair glints, and his eyes are a luminous green. They watch her, full of promise as he stares.
Emboldened by his gaze, she reaches down and peels off her sweater, then tugs her football shirt over her head and shakes her hair loose. But her courage fails at the last minute, and she hesitates, holding the top to her breasts. Maxim steps forward and gently takes it from her. “You’re lovely. I like looking at you. You won’t be needing this.” He tosses it on top of his shirt, then takes a strand of her hair and winds it around his finger. Bringing it to his lips, he kisses it. “You are so brave. In so many ways. And I’ve fallen for you. All of you. Madly. Passionately.” His words heat her blood, and he tugs the lock, drawing her into his arms. He angles her head and kisses her like his life depends on it. “I could have lost you,” he whispers.
His skin is warm against hers, and the desire within her burns brighter. She wants him. All of him. Greedily, she kisses him, her tongue twisting with his. Her hands rest on the back of his head, drawing him closer. His lips move to her jaw, her throat. And her hands travel down his body to the waistband of his jeans.
She wants to touch him. Every inch of him. But she stops. She doesn’t know what to do. Maxim holds her chin tenderly between his fingers. “Alessia,” he growls against her ear. “I want you to touch me.” The need in his voice is arousing.
“I want to.”
He grazes her earlobe with his teeth.
“Ah,” she groans as the muscles tighten deep in her belly.
“Undo my jeans.” He kisses a trail of butterfly kisses down her neck. Hastily her fingers scramble to his waistband, brushing against his hardened penis. She stops, fascinated by his body, and in a really bold move places her hand over his erection.
“Oh, God,” he whispers.
Tentatively her fingers trace around him.
He gasps, and she stops. “I am hurting you?”
“No. No. No. This is good. Yeah.” He’s breathless. “Really good. Don’t stop.”
She grins, feeling more confident. With deft fingers she undoes his top button. He stands stock-still as she moves to the zipper.
* * *
I take a deep breath. She is going to unman me. Her delight is contagious and I love that she’s finally plucking up the courage to undress me. In the firelight her skin is radiant, and the deep red and blue highlights glimmer in her hair. I want to throw her onto the bed and make easy, sweet love to her. But I need to slow down. Let her discover things at her own pace. While she undoes my fly, she seems less self-conscious. She’s even forgotten she’s not wearing her bra. She has beautiful, full breasts. I want to worship each one until her nipples are rock hard and she’s squirming beneath me. But I restrain myself and muffle my groan. She tugs my jeans down my legs, and I step out of them, so I’m standing before her in just my underwear.
“Your turn,” I whisper, and make quick work of her fly and peel off her jeans. She steps out of them, and I cup her face gently and kiss her. “It’s cold. Let’s get into bed.”
“Okay.” She slides under the covers, her eyes on me.
“Oh—the bed is cold!” she squeaks.
“We’ll warm it up.”
* * *
Alessia’s eyes flit to his straining shorts.
He grins. “What?” he asks.
She flushes.
“What?” Maxim insists.
“Take them off.”
“My underwear?” Maxim’s smile is lopsided.
“Yes.”
He smirks—and removes one sock. Then the other. “There!”
“That is not what I was talking about.” She giggles, marveling at how boyish he can be. He laughs and with one swift move slides off his shorts, freeing his erection—then tosses the underpants at her.
“Hey!” she cries out, playfully. She deflects them, but he leaps onto the bed, landing beside her.