Full Moon in Florence (12 page)

“Yes,” she sighed, her fingers wrapping around his hot hardness. His head dropped as he felt her touch on him. His brow rested on her shoulder as he took a deep, steadying breath, and then he was kissing her shoulder, and lightly biting, as Laine wrapped two hands around him and pulled slowly and rhythmically.

He moved with her slightly, and his pants, too loose around his hips, fell to his ankles. Laine kneeled down to remove them completely, but first she had to slip his shoes off. She untied the short ties on his dress shoes and he helped by toeing off each heel. His cock bounced lightly against her cheek. She couldn’t wait to take him in her mouth.

As one hand pushed his shoes to the side and pulled his pants out of the way, her other gently palmed his balls, so warm and soft and full. Her hand then moved to the base of his shaft and gripped. She tilted him forward a bit and opened her mouth. She looked up for a second, saw him looking down at her, an almost pained look on his face as he watched her.

She licked her lips and then slid them up against the taut smooth skin of the head of his cock. She saw his eyes roll back, his shoulders relax, and a growl started to build in his chest. She took him deep into her mouth with one hand, with the other she gripped and lightly twisted the base before pushing more of him into her mouth. His growl grew louder. His hands slid into her hair, his fingers tangled there loosely as she bobbed her head. Then his growl changed tone, it sounded more resistant and Laine felt his hands pull her head back, away from him. His hand slid to the back of her neck and nudged her upward. She didn’t want to stop was she was doing but he was signaling that he wanted her to. He held out a hand and she slid hers into it. He helped her up.

“I had to look into your eyes again,” he said, and he did. His green gaze probed deeply, searchingly, and then his eyes closed and he was kissing her again, holding her face to his, grazing his bare chest against her bra. His lips let go of hers and he held her, whispering.

“I forgot it was this good. I mean I remember, but I don’t…”

She heard emotion in his voice, a depth of something he hadn’t yet shared, but his voice trailed off. He was holding her tight, his hands trailing up and down her back, pressing in below her shoulder blades so they were chest to chest, and then another press at her lower back, which made his cock dig into her belly. This sensation made her swoon. Her breath grew shallow. Her mouth, of its own accord, bit gently into the skin between his left pec and his shoulder. She opened her thighs, slid her hands along his back until she was pressing him harder into her. They moved together, still standing at the side of the bed, and Laine wanted to simply fall back, pull Colin down on top of her, and forget they were two separate beings while they became one for a short delicious time.

“In my purse…” she whispered, not wanting to break the spell of the moment but knowing they needed protection.

“Not yet,” he whispered. “Let me just hold you.”

Laine melted into his embrace, loving it, feeling heat course up and down both their bodies, and also feeling the wetness between her legs — she’d soaked right through the gusset of her black lace thong — and she also felt a bead of moisture against her belly, from him. They definitely needed protection.

“I have some, too,” said Colin, slowly pulling apart from her. He left her standing there, warm, wet and trembling, while he walked over to the antique bureau and opened the top drawer. He pulled out a square foil packet. He didn’t open it right away. He turned back to Laine and just stared at her. His green eyes looked shiny, glossy. They seemed to be shimmering.

“You look so bleedin’ sexy like that,” he said, his eyes roving from head to toe and back again. Laine slid her hand along the side of her hips and across her thighs. She drew one hand dramatically up from one knee, along her garter strap, to her hip. She didn’t really need the garter to hold up her thigh highs, it was just for show, for sexy effect, and she hoped Colin liked it —it looked like he did, as he stood at full mast across the room — but Laine liked it herself. The extra lace and the four straps made her feel bolder, sexier, more playful. The sensuous animal inside thrived on her brazenness. She felt that wildness rise up again. She narrowed her eyes at Colin, lifted a come hither finger, and whispered, “Come back here, Gorgeous. I’m not done with you yet.”

As he strode back toward her, Laine pivoted on her heel, and thrust out her bottom. She knew those straps looked particularly sexy pulled taut over her ass cheeks, and, glancing over her shoulder, she saw Colin hesitate for a fraction of a second to soak up the view. She leaned her arms across the bed, to hold her weight, and then she spread her legs wide. She wished she were wearing her red heels, but it didn’t matter that much. She figured she’d be totally naked in a matter of minutes anyway.

Colin was behind her now, his hand stroking one ass cheek then the other. Laine rocked slightly, lifted herself a bit higher, offering more of a view as she waited to hear the tiny tear of the foil package. But all she heard was Colin’s ragged breathing. And her own.

He had two hands on her now, massaging her cheeks, running up and down her inner thigh. Laine felt squirmy with desire. Still no sound of a tearing package.

“You’re beautiful, Laine,” said Colin, gazing at her ripe openness. She watched him over her shoulder, kept an eye on his gorgeous and still unsheathed cock.

“Touch me, Colin. Take me now.” Could he hear the desperation in her voice? Her aching desire in need of release.

“I will,” he murmured, and he dropped to his knees.

Laine shuddered when she felt his tongue lap between her legs. One long swoop in one direction, another in the other direction. The sensation was so intense she almost fell forward on the bed, but she held herself up, even though her legs were now trembling uncontrollably. Colin held onto her thighs, holding himself steady against her, his face buried in the river of her wetness. Her clit throbbed as Colin’s tongue flicked it with each passing swoop, and then his fingers joined his tongue and Laine shook with multiple sensations. One finger dipped delicately into her flowing opening, She moaned with pleasure. Another finger joined the first and she moaned even deeper.

She wanted to feel
him
inside her. Not just his fingers. She wanted his cock. Should she say that out loud? Could she? The animal in her wanted to scream everything she wanted in the most direct, lurid way, but she didn’t think she had the courage to voice the words themselves, so she moaned and cried out to convey her desire, and there was no way Colin could mistake what she wanted.

He kept drinking his fill though, and Laine pressed against his mouth and tongue and thought she would fall over the drunken edge of satiated desire any second now. Her heart raced, she was panting, and her pelvis now rocked to its own pleasure-seeking rhythm. She could feel it coming.

That’s when Colin stopped. Laine moaned in protest. Then she heard the unwrapping of the small foil packet. Laine crawled onto the bed.

“Turn over,” said Colin. “I want to see you.”

Laine rolled over, brought one knee up, and leaned back on her elbows. She watched Colin finish sheathing himself. He looked divine. His chest looked broader, more defined, as if he’d been working out since she’d last seen him. His waist was trim, his thighs long and lean. He brought one knee up on the bed, between hers, and then he leaned over her, holding himself up with his strong arms. He dipped his head to kiss the mounds of her breasts still encased in their lace cups.

“Take this off,” he murmured against her skin. His cock grazed her inner thigh, and Laine had a hard time not grabbing it and guiding it like a missile to its target. Instead, she worked her bra’s clasp at her back while Colin kissed her collarbone and neck. Colin helped her slide the straps off her shoulders by tugging at them with his teeth. When the lace slid away, her nipples emerged, stiff and wanting. Colin took one his mouth and the other he rolled gently between his fingers.

Laine lay back, receiving his kisses, her eyes closed, her body wanting to rise up to meet the warm skin of his torso hovering above her. She could feel his heat. Her own was making her crazy. Colin released her nipple with a swirl of his tongue that made Laine shudder. As he crossed to the other, he whispered, “You are so beautiful.” He swallowed her other nipple while his fingers played with the other made damp and more erect from his sucking.

Laine’s head rolled slowly side to side. She had risen such a high tide of arousal a few moments before. The rush had subsided while they repositioned on the bed but it was building again with Colin’s tender ministrations. As he sucked and massaged her, he let his body drop against hers and his hardness rubbed against her inner thigh in slow thrusts. He was a little too low, but every other rock of his pelvis brought the head of his cock nearer her opening. She arched her back, tried to tilt her pelvis to draw him closer, but he was taking his sweet time.

The lace of her garter chaffed between them, and her lace thong, drenched with his saliva and her juices, still lingered as an unwelcome barrier. She tried to slip out of them.

“Wait,” said Colin. “Let me help.”

He rose above her again, and this move withdrew his cock from its almost ideal position. Laine panted with frustration. Colin looked down at her, a crooked smile on his perfect and slightly swollen lips.

“You look like a painting,” he said. “All flushed and tousled.” His eyes travelled from her face, down her body, to her lace panties.

“These we can get rid off.” He unlayered them from the garter and slid them lower. “And these?”

He bent to look closer at the garter straps. Laine unsnapped one with one hand. Colin raised an eyebrow.

Laine said, “Take my stockings off. I want to be skin to skin, with nothing in the way.”

Colin started to unsnap the clasps. After each click, he licked her lightly, igniting the fire in her clit. She gasped each time, wishing there were more than three clasps.

“Can we leave this on?” said Colin, running his finger across the strip of lace garter that stretched across her hips. She nodded. He rolled each stocking down to her toes. The fabric fell to the floor. Then he kissed his way up her ankles and calves. His tongue wove a trail along each inner thigh. Laine opened her legs wide, inviting him in. He stopped to kiss her there, to taste her again, and she thought she would explode with desire. She pushed his head away just in time.

“I want you
in
me,” she said, her breath coming in shallow gasps. He rose above her again, his green eyes boring into hers.

“Like this?” She felt him there, nudging her open. She nodded, her eyes suddenly feeling watery.

With her fingers, she felt for him, felt the head of cock, hot and probing. She brushed against her clit as she guided him deeper. She gasped at both sensations.

“Laine, I…” But his words were lost as he slid all the way in. His eyes closed. Hers did too, all of her attention between her legs, focused on their joining. The pressure, the fullness, the merging of desire. Laine opened her eyes. Colin’s were still closed, his brow furrowed in a unique kind of concentration. He withdrew a little and then slid deeper, slowly, purposefully. “Oh, god,’ he murmured. Laine put her hands on his hips, and then slid her fingers across his cheeks, pulling him closer, deeper. His reaction was to pull back faster and then dive in again, each thrust becoming quicker and stronger. He opened his eyes and met her gaze. He looked more serious now, intense.

She was breathing quick and shallow, coaxing each thrust to go deeper, faster. She lifted her knees, opening even more. He responded with powerful thrusts that rocked Laine wildly. His animal had control of him and hers had claimed her skin and its sensations. Her nails dug into his back now. She moaned. So did he.

He still hovered quite high above her and looked down into her eyes. He seemed to be searching for something. Did he find it? Laine didn’t have time to think. Her eyes rolled back in her head. His body moving inside hers was taking her to a distant edge. She was getting close to being ready to fall. Colin dropped lower, closed all the gaps between them. Laine felt his lips on hers and then on her neck.

As he enveloped her completely, he slid one arm along the bed and his hand grabbed her ass. He gathered her and pulled him toward him, even thought they were already as close as two beings could be.

Laine was pinned between his hand and his cock as he controlled the moves, the thrusts. She felt utterly taken. She began to shudder deep inside. The vibration rose to the surface sending electric tingles across every inch of her skin. The sensation gathered and concentrated between her legs, and when it exploded, she cried out. Her thighs tightened around Colin’s hips but he only thrust faster. He moaned her name, thrusting a few more times, hard and deep, as Laine felt circles of pleasure radiate out in grand rolling waves. Colin pulsed gently now, his chest heavy against Laine’s, his breath ragged and hoarse near her ear. He whispered her name again. They lay there like that, breathing, feeling, absorbing the desire built and spent and now nourishing them both. Neither wanted to move.

Laine

Laine was afraid to open her eyes and wake up with a note a rose beside her pillow. Then she remembered she hadn’t gone back to her own room. They’d curled up together. He’d asked her not to leave. She risked opening one eye. The window revealed a square of buttery morning light. The room was still, quiet. Laine listened. She heard breathing. Very slowly, she turned over. Colin was sleeping beside her. His hair had fallen over his eyes, and pieces along the side were rebelliously out of place. He looked like he could be twelve years old. Except for that manly chest. Laine was tempted to reach out and stroke it, but Colin’s face, which had been peaceful a moment before, now looked scrunched with concern. He shifted under the sheet. His expression changed again. He must be dreaming. Then he rolled away from her, onto his back, his head tilted in the other direction.