Italian Stallions (17 page)

His finger was joined by a second, pumping steadily inside her as his thumb worked the knot of nerves. Theresa was vaguely aware of someone making high-pitched, whimpering sounds, then realized, dazed, they were coming from her and Vince was eagerly swallowing them up as he stroked her higher and higher.

And then she was blowing apart, flying into a million little pieces as pleasure exploded against his fingers and surged in waves until every fiber of her being pulsed.

His kiss gentled and his hand cupped her sex almost protectively as the last little bursts of her orgasm sizzled through her body. She forced her eyes open, her lids feeling like lead. She met his gaze. He looked as shell-shocked as she felt.

And hungry. Like he was a lion and she was a juicy piece of red meat. Because he hadn’t come yet, and he wanted to. More than that, he wanted
her
to make him come, and that thought alone was enough to make desire flare to life in her newly awakened body.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice strained as he moved to take his hand away. “I shouldn’t have done that—”

“Shut up,” she said, more harshly than she’d meant to. But the last thing she wanted to hear right now was that he was sorry for being here, sorry for touching her. There would be time for her to regret this later—and she knew she would. She would be foolish to let another man get under her skin, have power over her, even if it was power born from pleasure.

Right now she wanted to revel in her newly awakened sexuality, wallow in the feel of a man’s hands on her body. It had been so long since she’d craved the feel of a man’s cock sliding thick and hard inside her. For so long sex had been about going through the motions, feigning interest and excitement long enough to get it over with. Now, out of nowhere, she was feeling again, craving again, wanting again.

She wasn’t an idiot—she knew this sudden surge in her libido had everything to do with Vince. He made her want to strip him naked, run her hands and mouth over every ripple of muscle, taste him in her mouth, feel him inside her. And no matter how out of her league he was, no matter that she knew he would never view her as more than a casual fuck, tonight she wanted to experience everything he could make her feel, regardless of the consequences.

She rose from the tub, any self-consciousness over her generously curved form vanishing under the heat of Vince’s dark, covetous gaze. She stepped out of the tub and pressed herself wet and naked against Vince’s still clothed form. He cupped his hands around her ass and lifted her to meet his kiss, his touch almost frantic as he guided her legs around his waist.

He held her like she weighed nothing, his big hands firm and hot as they gripped her hips. She shifted her weight so his erection was nestled perfectly against her sex. Her legs gripped tighter as she ground against him, her body quivering in anticipation of accepting his thick length.

His groan rumbled through her and she felt the world tilt as he placed her on her back on the padded chaise, her legs still hooked around his hips as he came down over her. The damp cotton fabric of his shirt abraded her nipples, the wool gabardine of his pants chafed the skin of her inner thighs. She tugged his shirttail impatiently from his waistband and in a demanding tone she barely recognized as her own said, “I want you naked, Vince. Now.”

Vince sucked the soft skin of her neck between his teeth, feeling like the tip of his dick was about to blow off as his clumsy fingers worked to undo the buttons of his soaking wet shirt. He couldn’t believe this was happening, that instead of screaming and ordering him out when she’d caught him watching her, Theresa had stared at him, her eyes mirroring his pulse-pounding hunger. The primitive part of his brain took that as an invitation, even as his more civilized side warned him he was only seeing what he wanted to see.

But there was no mistaking the hungry way her lips parted under his, no mistaking the way she voraciously sucked his tongue into her mouth. And the way she’d eagerly spread her legs and clung to him when he’d fucked her with his fingers—there was no question she wanted it.

Feeling her come, watching her face as she exploded was one of the most perfect moments of his life. Still, he felt obligated to give her an out, to let her pull away and retreat to the safety of the cottage before he spent the night discovering how many ways and how many times he could make her come. Up until this point she’d shown no interest in him whatsoever, had made it clear she didn’t want any kind of sexual relationship. He’d caught her at a weak moment, he reminded himself. At that moment, maybe any warm male body would do. As distasteful as that thought was, he had to acknowledge it.

But the way she said his name, so sure and strong as she demanded he get naked, and he knew, gut deep, that she wanted him too. If it was even half as much as he wanted her, he was in for a wild ride. His shirt landed with a plop on the tile floor and his pants followed. And then, holy-Mary-mother-of-God he was naked, his overheated body sliding against her wet silky skin.
Get a condom ready. Do the right thing.
He broke away long enough to grab a foil packet and got right back to her.

He threaded his fingers in her hair and brought his chest down to meet hers, groaning at the soft weight of her breasts pressed against him. She flattened her hands against his back, sliding her palms up and down the long muscles as she purred in approval.

His mouth ate at hers, sucking and nipping at her lips and tongue. He liked kissing as much as the next guy, but he’d never wanted it like this, never felt like he couldn’t get enough of a woman’s mouth. He could kiss Theresa for hours, days, even as his cock surged insistently against the damp skin of her inner thigh.

Theresa squirmed under him, moving until she cradled his shaft between her legs. He squeezed his eyes shut and fought not to come as his cock slid between the plump lips of her pussy. He reached down and thumbed his cock into place, heard her breath catch as the broad head stretched her wide. One thrust of his hips and he would be buried deep.

He stopped, every muscle quivering with restraint as he struggled to hold himself back.

“What’s wrong?” she said in a breathless voice that sounded almost apprehensive. “I want you—I want you to keep going.” Was it him, or was there a slight note of surprise as she said that?

Even though it about killed him, he pulled free from the hot pressure of her body, kissing away her protests as his hands slid covetously up and down her sides. “I want you too,” he said, “so much that if I get inside you right now I’m going to come too fast. I need to slow down,” he said as much to himself at her. Pushing up on his arms, he spent several moments just looking at her. Her body was like a living wet dream. Her tits were lushly plump, with tight dark nipples puckered up into eager points. Her hips flared out from a waist so small he bet he could circle it with his hands.

His gaze roved farther south, to the sweet patch of curls that topped the hottest, tightest pussy he’d ever felt clenching and rippling around his fingers. He couldn’t wait to feel her coming around his cock.

Which she wouldn’t have the chance to do, not if he kept going at his current breakneck pace. And he didn’t want it to end too soon, not with her. Even though he’d only known her a week, he had the weird sensation that he’d waited a lot longer for this moment, and he wasn’t about to let it end with a couple of quick thrusts and lights out.

He enjoyed sex and had always been a considerate lover, but he’d never seen the point of drawing it out for long once his partner had gotten off. But tonight, he wanted it to be different. Different with her. Vince wanted to lick her and stroke her so that by the time he fucked her she was dripping wet, mindless with the need to have him.

She lifted her hand to cup his neck and threaded her fingers through his hair. He leaned into her touch like a pet seeking a scratch from his mistress. “It’s okay,” she whispered, running her other hand down his stomach until it hovered above the swollen head of his cock. “I’ve already…had mine, if you know what I mean.”

His laugh was harsh as it exploded out of his chest. “Baby, you’re not even close to done. And I’ve got all kinds of things I want to do to you before I get mine.”

T
heresa didn’t think it was possible for her to get more turned on, but Vince’s words, combined with the molten hot look in his dark eyes, sent a fresh surge of lust pounding through her body.

She’d never had a man look at her like he did, and that alone was enough to send her spinning out of control. Oh, men had looked at her with lust all right. Not too long ago, she’d made a living based on that fact.

But Vince’s expression as he stared at her naked form was different. It was plenty lustful, but mixed in with the lust was need, even reverence. Like he was in awe to be naked in the same room with her.

She knew it was foolish to read too much into the simple fact that he was a guy who had found a naked, willing chick in his tub and was taking advantage of the situation.

But God, when he looked at her like that, when he said the things he said, she wanted to believe this was special. That
she
was special. That whatever it was about him that had awakened this wildly sexual side of her—he saw something similar in her.

She knew better than to let herself get swept away by her own romantic idealism. And tomorrow would be soon enough to deal with the harsh reality. Tonight she wanted to indulge in the illusion that all the intensity and emotion she sensed was real.

Theresa lay back and closed her eyes, tangling her fingers in the thick waves of his hair as he took her mouth again. Her hands swept up his back, loving the way his muscles rippled under his hot, silky skin. She shifted under him as his lips trailed down her neck and across her chest. His big, broad hands roamed up her stomach and sides, squeezing her hips appreciatively. His muscled chest brushed against her breasts, its light dusting of hair teasing her exquisitely sensitive nipples.

He was so big. The first night she’d seen him, she’d been struck by his size, conscious of how easy it would be for someone like him to overpower a woman if he wanted to. But now she wasn’t intimidated at all, her body instinctively responding to his touch as though it knew he was solely focused on her pleasure.

Vince murmured a low sound of approval as his hand closed over the heavy weight of her breasts. Hot and wet, his tongue circled around one nipple before his lips closed over it with firm, sucking pressure. She arched eagerly against him, shifting her legs and hips until she could feel the firm pressure of his abs against her sex.

“God, you have gorgeous tits,” he rumbled, sucking and nipping at her breasts until she was moaning and writhing underneath him, rubbing herself against him in an effort to ease the ache between her thighs.

“You want me, don’t you?” he said in a rough whisper. “You want me to make you come again?” His hand slid down her belly, stopping just short of her mound.

The heat of embarrassment mingled with the heat of arousal at his words. She wasn’t used to such frank language during sex, and she felt awkward and shy trying to put her desire into words.

“It’s okay, baby, you don’t have to tell me.” His hand slid lower and she eagerly spread her legs as his fingers spread her open. “This tells me everything I need to know.”

His fingers dipped inside her molten core. “You’re so wet, you drive me crazy,” he said. A shudder rippled through him and he buried his head in the deep valley of her cleavage. His lips moved hungrily down her stomach, sucking and nipping as his fingers circled around her clit in maddeningly soft strokes.

She rocked against his hands, craving the firm caress and thrust of his fingers he’d given her before. Suddenly his hand was gone, and before she could make a sound of protest she felt him hook her knees over his shoulders as his thumbs spread her open for his kiss.

“No,” she said in a high, startled voice, and tried to squirm away from the startling heat of his mouth. Theresa had never managed to get comfortable having oral sex performed on her, even before her sex life with her ex-boyfriend went to hell. The few times she’d managed to get him to try it, he’d been so begrudging that she’d never gotten over her self-consciousness enough to enjoy it. And if it did start to feel good, her ex would inevitably ruin it by pausing and asking her in an exasperated voice if she was close yet.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to do that,” she said, trying to squirm away, only to find herself pinned open by the wide sprawl of his shoulders.

He lifted his dark head from between her legs. “I know I don’t have to,” he said, pulling back to run his tongue up the smooth skin of her inner thigh. “But I
want
to.” His next kiss landed on her stomach, right above the tidy patch of black curls, and she said a silent thanks that she’d kept up on her bikini waxes.

The way he said it, with such conviction, she almost believed him. “Hey, I know guys don’t really enjoy this, so don’t feel like you have to do…that.”

He stared at her hard, his heavy brows knitting in a way that made her stomach sink. She’d ruined the mood.
Great job, Theresa. You’re on the verge of having the best sex of your life after not even being interested for way too long, and you go and ruin it.

“I don’t know what idiot ever gave you that idea,” Vince said, “and I don’t want to do anything you don’t want. But just so you know,” he said, pushing himself up so he could kiss her, “I’m dying to go down on you.” He swept his tongue inside her mouth, a bold demonstration of how he would lick between her thighs. “I want to suck on your clit and fuck you with my tongue and taste you coming into my mouth.”

The dark, erotic words rippled through her and wetness flooded between her thighs. At this rate, he would be able to talk her into anything. Her fingers tangled in his hair as she met his kiss then slowly, tentatively, she pushed his head down.

He whispered something that sounded like “thank you” as he once again bent his head. He wasted no time, using his fingers to spread her wide as his tongue licked up, down and around, then dipped lower to spear inside her body. “You taste so good,” he murmured, then sucked her clit between his lips in a way that made her womb clench and her toes curl.

All lingering self-consciousness fled as he buried his mouth against her, lapping, sucking,
savoring
her, like she was a ripe peach, bursting with juice, and he didn’t want to miss a drop. She’d never felt anything like this, the hot pressure of his lips and the firm strokes of his tongue. Her moans echoed off the smooth surfaces of the room. Her heels dug into his back as she sought to get closer to his skillful lips and tongue.

Just when she didn’t think it could feel any better, he shoved a thick finger inside her, making her arch and shake when his blunt fingertip pressed up against a bundle of nerves she’d never known existed. Her orgasm pounded through her, swift and intense, startling a harsh cry from her throat.

Theresa felt his big body shift and opened her eyes to find him braced above her, his weight balanced on his forearms as they rested on either side of her head. His full lips curled into a sexy smile. “Think you’ll ever let me do that again?”

Her lips curved in an answering smile. “I could be persuaded.” He kissed her and she could taste her own spice on his lips.

His cock pressed into her stomach, hot and insistent. She reached down and wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft. He was so big her fingers didn’t meet, and she shivered as she remembered the feel of him pushing inside her before he’d pulled back.

It was going to be a tight fit, she thought as she stroked him from root to tip. To her shock she still wanted him, even thought she’d already come twice, harder than she ever had in her life. But as she felt his breath quicken, caught the spicy scent of arousal blooming on his skin, she knew she wouldn’t be truly satisfied until she felt the whole of his thick length buried deep inside her.

“I want you, Vince,” she whispered, testing the words, liking the way they tasted. She decided to go further. “I want to feel your cock inside me.” She stroked her thumb across the plump head of his cock, spreading the thick bead of pre-come over his silky smooth flesh.

“Don’t,” he whispered harshly as every muscle in his body froze.

She felt a flash of self-consciousness, afraid she’d shocked him. Maybe he liked to be the only one talking dirty in bed. Maybe—

“If you keep saying things and touching me like that you’re gonna make me lose it. And baby, I want it to be so good for you.” He kissed her so hard her lips felt bruised, then abruptly jerked her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom and laid her down across the wide expanse of his king-size bed.

She watched him, her sex quivering in anticipation as he rolled on a condom.

She spread her legs wide as he knelt between them and took his cock in his hand. Keeping his eyes locked on hers, he slid the head up and down the slick folds, soaking himself in her arousal until she was ready to beg him to fuck her deep and hard.

And then he was squeezing inside her, his hips working in shallow thrusts as her body softened and stretched to accommodate him. His face was harsh, his mouth a tight line as he hooked her leg around his waist and slowly withdrew until just the head was inside.

“You’re so tight,” he said, sinking in a little deeper this time. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Theresa rocked her hips to take him deeper, feeling anything but pain. “It feels so good, you feel so good—”

Her words disintegrated into a long moan as he sank in to the hilt, filling her, stroking so deep she could feel him all the way down to her toes. He was everywhere, on her and in her, so big he should have been overwhelming but she couldn’t get enough. Her hands skated down his back to rest on his rock-hard glutes, her fingers clutching as his muscles flexed with every deep thrust.

She could feel another orgasm building, tightening low in her belly, and she rocked her hips harder and faster against him. As though sensing she was near the brink, Vince hooked her leg over his elbow and pushed it against her chest, adjusting his angle so his shaft slid against the pulsing bud of her clit with every stroke. His mouth swallowed her harsh cries as she clung to him, holding on for dear life as her climax roared through her with a force she wouldn’t have believed possible. Red and gold sparks exploded behind her closed eyelids and rushed through her body until she tingled all over with the force of it.

Vince groaned in mingled relief and pleasure as Theresa’s pussy clenched around him like a tight, wet fist. He sank into her, finally releasing the tight leash he’d kept on himself. She moaned and squirmed under him as he rode her through her orgasm, pounding into her with the full force of his need. He could feel the pressure of his orgasm building in his balls and the base of his spine.

He groaned and fucked her hard, shoving her across the bed with the force of his thrusts. She stayed right with him, her dark head tossing back and forth against the spread, her luscious tits bouncing in perfect time to the pumping of his hips. The sight was more than he could bear, and his orgasm shot through him with dizzying force. He came in hot, thick spurts, his cock twitching and jerking inside the molten grip of her body.

He collapsed on top of her, burying his head in the scented curve of her neck as he sucked air into his lungs. Her dark hair was damp from her bath, the wavy strands tickling his nose as he slowly came back to himself. “I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my life,” he murmured, unable to resist the temptation to suck on the silky skin of her neck. His orgasm was still running through him, sending crazy little aftershocks to all of his nerve endings.

“That makes two of us,” she said, her voice muffled by the thick muscle of his shoulder.

“God, I’m totally crushing you,” he said, feeling like it took all his strength just to roll off to the side. He had to lay there for a few more seconds before he was able to get up and dispose of the condom.

By the time he returned, Theresa had oriented herself the right way in the bed and had the comforter pulled up to her chin. But for all her modesty, she didn’t bother to hide her admiration as she watched him walk naked across the room. He slipped into the sheets beside her and pulled her close, sighing contentedly when she laid her head on his chest.

The sex was amazing, but this was pretty good too, he thought with some surprise. Post-coital cuddling wasn’t usually part of his repertoire. More often than not, he had overseas phone calls to make or emails to catch up on and didn’t tend to linger in bed once the sex was over. Or, if he didn’t have work to do, he would rather roll over and go to sleep or watch Sportscenter than engage in pointless pillow talk.

But even though he was tired from the flight and jet-lagged from the three hour time difference, he didn’t want to give into sleep just yet. He liked this, laying here with Theresa with her slender fingers running absently down his chest, liked the way his hand rode the lush curve of her hip. You couldn’t have dragged him out of bed to do email if his job depended on it, he thought with a sleepy smile.

“Damn it, I forgot to put a towel down,” he said with a grin.

Her fingers froze in the act of tracing concentric circles around his navel and she muffled a groan against his chest. “So you overheard that.”

He laughed. “At least you didn’t think I was gay.”

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I’ve just never known a guy whose place was so…tidy.”

“I grew up with seven younger siblings who were always getting into my stuff. Now that I have my own place, I like knowing everything is where it’s supposed to be,” he said a little defensively.

“Seven kids? Your parents must be good Catholics.”

“Yeah, my stepfather believed in doing his part to populate the world.” He tried to keep the edge out of his voice as he remembered the sinking feeling he’d had as a kid when his mother announced every new pregnancy. As the family grew, Vince, a living reminder of her first marriage, had been pushed even more to the outskirts.

He ran his hand down Theresa’s back, letting the sensation of her skin under his hand chase away thoughts of his childhood.

“You weren’t supposed to come home until tomorrow,” she said, her lips tickling his skin as she spoke.