Leah's Seduction: 5 (Gianni and Leah - Leah's Seduction) (3 page)

Chapter 5

Gianni relayed what he had heard from the locals, that the real Tuscany was found in the dead of winter when the crowds of tourists were gone. Wrapping her coat more tightly around her, Leah sought warmth in the forty-degree temperature. She looked out at the bright green of the hills, noting a gray fog rolling slowly across the landscape.

The silence of the wide valley wrapped around her. Val d’Orcia was peaceful, and in the distance she could see rows of cypress trees lining a winding road. To the north were the hills of Sienna. Approaching, Leah was enchanted by light filtering through the oak trees surrounding the house.

The 15
th
-century villa had lovely stonework, and had been restored with great care. Stepping inside, she could see it had been turned into a large, comfortable house. Gianni followed her as she looked around.

The place reminded her of a country farmhouse, though elegantly appointed. The driver brought their luggage to the bedroom. Leah felt more like she was the guest of an Italian aristocrat than a tourist. The sleek four-poster bed was high, and the wooden floors were accented with colorful rugs.

“This is lovely,” she said.

Gianni smiled. “It’s a good location too. We are only a short drive from Montepulciano.”

“Let’s look outside,” Leah said, taking his hand.

Strolling around, she saw a smaller building covered with climbing roses. Leah went over to touch them. Many scents hung in the air, and she recognized lavender and honeysuckle. The property was thick with rose bushes, oaks, and fruit trees.

Gianni put his arm around her. “It’s chilly out here. What do you say we go to town for lunch?”

He guided her to the car, and the driver took them to Sant’Angelo in Colle, a medieval town. They reached the tiny hilltop village, and chose a casual-looking restaurant. They were seated at a table, just as it began to drizzle outside.

Leah could see the sand-colored buildings and worn cobblestone paths outside the window. The drizzle started slow, then it began to pour. In the distance, the emerald-green hillside gleamed. The car was parked on the road, but there was hardly another soul in sight.

“Do you think it will snow?”

Gianni shook his head. “I doubt it. It might dip to thirty degrees, and stay damp, but it rarely snows in this valley.”

Il Leccio was a restaurant and wine bar with a menu full of Tuscan fare. “This place is known for its wine cellar,” Gianni said, looking over the wine list. “And this valley is known for Brunello di Montalcino, what they call the king of Italian wines.”

Gianni ordered the Brunello, and a waiter brought a plate of cheese to go with it. There were only a couple of other customers, so he spent few minutes talking with them. He spoke English, although heavily accented.

The waiter was pleased they had chosen that season to visit, and exuberantly told them the winter fare was the best. It included lots of porcini mushrooms, black truffles, chestnuts, and hearty pastas with meat sauce. He said Tuscans ate what was in season, and the most succulent produce began to ripen in October.

Listening to him, Leah’s mouth watered. She was glad when Gianni took the waiter’s recommendation for the spinach and ricotta ravioli in a butter and sage sauce. While they waited for their meals, they savored the creamy saltiness of the pecorino cheese and drank the rich red wine from crystal glasses. The aromas of tomatoes and spices filled the air.

“I hope you brought lots of warm clothes,” Gianni said.

Swallowing a bite of cheese, Leah said, “Yes, I did. Kyra helped me go through everything, and we picked out what was suited for this weather.”

“Is she in New York for the holidays?”

“No, going to visit her family, but she doesn’t leave until a few days before Christmas.” Leah smiled. “And I have to tell you, I spoke to my mom. She was delighted that I’d be spending the holidays in Tuscany, and couldn’t wait to tell my dad.”

The plates of food arrived, and they dug in. The ravioli was every bit as delicious as it smelled. And the rest of the wine went down easily. By the time they finished, the rain had let up, but the streets were slushy.

Once they returned to the villa, Gianni lit a fire in one of the stone fireplaces. They sat on a sofa, enjoying the warmth and drinking a liquor called grappa. The Italian villa was romantic, and very private. Gianni told her more about the area, and suggested things they might do during their stay.

That night was sweet, and erotic, when they made love in the upstairs bed. Gianni held her in his arms afterwards, and Leah quickly fell asleep. The next morning she found Gianni in the shower, and they made love again. It was going to be an amazing week.

With nothing to interrupt them, during the day they visited different places in Tuscany. During the night, and often the morning, they gave in to the irresistible urge to have each other. Away from the usual stresses, Gianni was more relaxed.

And Leah enjoyed every minute. Sometimes lovemaking was rough and demanding. Other times, gentle and sweet. She loved it all, and fell into a comfortable intimacy with the man she loved. But just when Leah thought she knew what to expect, Gianni surprised her.

One day he took her to Montecatini Terme, a beautiful town built around mineral water springs. The most famous spa in town, on the main street next to a park, was Tettuccio Terme. The spa treatments included massage, mud pack, and hydrotherapy.

Leah took advantage of all the services, and was truly pampered. Relaxed, she rested on a massage table with a satin mask over her eyes. Italian opera played softly in the background. She would have fallen asleep were it not for the foot rub.

She hadn’t expected it, and the first touch surprised her. Strong fingers rubbed the achy spot in her arches, and the scent of cologne wafted up, engulfing her senses.
Gianni’s cologne
. She wouldn’t mistake it. And the way he rubbed was all too familiar.

The touch was sensual, and warmed her body. Leah was naked, except for the towel draped over her. It was not unexpected when Gianni’s massage moved over her calves and up to her thighs. Her sex tightened, and her pulse quickened.

“Gianni,” she whispered, but there was no reply.

The scene was erotic. The more he smoothed his palms over her inner thighs and belly, the more aroused Leah became. He didn’t touch her breasts, nor did he run his finger through the wetness between her legs.

He didn’t have to. Gianni wasn’t supposed to be there, and for all she knew, he might get caught. Leah wasn’t sure, and anxiety heightened her response to his touch. If someone walked in and saw him, she didn’t know what would happen.

But what he was doing was hot. And the fact that it had an edge of the forbidden made it even hotter. Leah’s breathing was ragged, and she wanted to lean in to Gianni’s hand. To make him touch her where she needed him to.

Instead, she played along. Taking liberties, Gianni stroked along her ribs and into the curve of her waist. He put his palms on her hips, and her clit tensed. Then he slid the towel off. Leah was bare, and he could see all.

But with the mask over her eyes, Leah could not see him. She could only feel. Gianni squeezed her shoulders and grazed his hands down her arms. Her nipples ached to have his mouth on them, but he avoided them.

Whimpering softly, Leah endured his caresses. As he came closer, she drank in his male scent, and wanted to pull him to her. Yet she remained still, letting him touch her as he wished. Then his palm pressed on her vulva, sending sensation shooting to her core.

Leah emitted a muffled cry. The stimulation was too tantalizing, too amazing. Ignoring her most sensitive areas, Gianni raked his hands over her belly, then pressed on her vulva again. Only this time, he began making a circular motion with his palm.

The pressure radiated through her, and Leah’s nipples distended. But Gianni didn’t stop. He increased the pressure, keeping the same rhythm, and her muscles stiffened. Leah wanted him to put his mouth on her, to suck her clit, or bite her nipples. Anything.

But he denied her.

The circular motion carried her to the edge of orgasm, and Leah balanced there in delicious agony. The teasing made her breasts swell with desire, and her lower body flood with heat. Then Gianni moved his hand down, just slightly.

The pressure was now over her clit. Leah cried out. Gianni continued the circular motions, but with pressure directly on the pebble between her legs. Within seconds, she spiraled into a gripping orgasm.

Leah panted and moaned. All the while, Gianni continued the motions, pushing her to the peak. When at last she exploded, and shivers of pleasure coursed through her, Gianni pressed his lips to her pussy.

When she could breathe, Leah cast aside the mask and looked at Gianni. He was fully clothed, but his eyes were alight with need. He lifted her into his arms and kissed her deeply. When he pulled back, Leah dug her hands into his hair.

“You’re not supposed to be in here, you know.”

He ran his thumb over her lips. “I won’t tell if you don’t.”

Gianni left, and Leah took a minute to get herself together. The suddenness of the experience had elevated the excitement, and she felt a little weak in its wake. She poured some juice from a pitcher and drank it down.

She would need more than that to keep up with Gianni. But Leah felt better. She took a few minutes to dress, taking time to calm and regain her equilibrium. Yet when she stepped into the lobby and saw Gianni, she was weak all over again.

Dressed in casual clothes, his hair messed up and his blue eyes soft, Leah wanted to drag him back into the dark room. Turnabout would be fair. But he had other plans. Taking her hand, Gianni guided her outside.

Leah felt like she had returned from another world, and blinked so her eyes could adjust to the bright light. They walked around the town to gaze at the panoramic vista, and looked at a few of the many shops.

Yet the atmosphere was fraught with sexual tension. What Gianni had done was merely a taste of what the evening would hold. Leah was sure of that. And the fact that his sexual satisfaction was delayed made her more anxious to be alone with him.

Late in the afternoon, they stopped at an
enoteca
, an Italian wine shop. They ordered appetizers and a glass of wine. The décor was earth tones, and one wall was lined with shelves of Italian wines.

The tables were covered with starched linen, and a small vase of flowers decorated each one. The good feeling from the spa lingered, and Leah could still feel Gianni’s hands massaging her. She slipped off her shoe, and under the table, put her foot on his lap.

She could feel his rock-hard erection. Were it not for propriety, Leah would have knelt between his legs and unzipped his pants. She watched his face as she rubbed her toes over his pants, teasing him.

Gianni’s eyes were steely. “You should know by now what teasing gets you.”

The admonishment didn’t dissuade her. Leah kept her foot on him, and their gazes locked. Then he grabbed her ankle, and her heart skipped a beat. “It’s time to go,” he said, and removed her foot from his lap.

They had gotten up to the town on the funicular, a red cable car. On the way down, the sunset provided a beautiful view of the tree-covered mountain in the fading light. But Leah was distracted. Gianni sat beside her with his arm around her shoulders, his jaw set, and his eyes intense. As they descended back to the valley, she quivered with anticipation.

Chapter 6

Gianni walked into the main room of the villa, and Leah followed. It was quiet and isolated. Across the valley there were other homes, but none nearby. Even the bodyguard stayed in town, making their privacy complete.

On the way back, Leah had leaned against him, and Gianni had felt the strong beat of her heart. Her excitement over how he would deal with her teasing was not unfounded. The days alone in the tranquil setting made inhibitions fall away.

Leah trusted him, and for that, he was going to reward her. While she shed her coat and took off her shoes, Gianni lit a fire in the massive fireplace. There was a thick rug in front of it, covering the stone floor.

He poured brandy and handed a glass to Leah, assessing her state of mind. When taking the glass, her hand trembled slightly. And her brown eyes revealed the desire he knew welled inside her. “I’d like to do…
more
tonight. Will you let me guide you?”

Her lashes fluttered, and she glanced away. Then Leah looked back, directly into his eyes. “Yes. I want to.”

The way she said it ignited a fire under his skin, and his erection pressed uncomfortably against his pants. “I’m glad to hear you say that.”

When he stepped closer, Leah’s cheeks flushed and her lips parted. The top she wore stretched tightly over her bosom, and her nipples poked against the fabric. With one arm around her waist, Gianni drew her close for a kiss.

She tasted of brandy, and smelled of the scented oil from the spa. Images of her naked, exploding into orgasm on the massage table, engulfed his thoughts. Leah was so lovely, and he was really going to enjoy tonight.

Gianni finished his brandy, and in one big gulp, Leah finished hers. She coughed once, then put the glass on the table before looking up at him. Nothing needed to be said. Her craving to submit to him was clear, and he was unable to wait longer.

“Strip, and get in position on the rug in front of the fireplace.”

Leah hesitated only a moment, then walked over to the sofa. With purpose, she removed each garment and tossed it over the back. Standing nude on the stone floor, she looked like some kind of goddess to him.

Looking down, she walked over to the rug and dropped to her knees. Keeping her eyes down, she placed her hands on her thighs, and, keeping good posture, waited for him. Gianni had taught her the position, and knew it would get her in the right frame of mind.

Taking his time, Gianni removed his clothes. The flickering flame from the fireplace cast light and shadows over Leah, and she had not looked more beautiful. Her long brown hair cascaded down her back, and her lush breasts blushed from the warmth.

He walked over, but Leah kept her eyes down. “You are doing very well,” he said. “Know that tonight may challenge you. I will be in tune with your reactions, as much as I can. But you can say the word
poetry
if you are uncomfortable. There is no penalty for stopping if that is the case.”

“Okay,” she said. “I want to do what will please you.”

Gianni fisted his cock twice, hard, but found little relief from the need boiling inside. “Bend over, baby. I want you on your knees with your ass up, and your face down, on the rug.”

She complied, and Gianni took a second to catch his breath. He had to stay in control, but the sight of her firm ass, offered to him in such a submissive position, was nearly too much. He kneeled on the rug beside her, and moved her hair away from her face.

“I want to be able to see you,” he said. He touched his fingertips to her shoulder, then slid them up the curve of her spine to her ass. Cupping her buttock, he said, “You teased me tonight. But I don’t intend to punish you. It’s my choice whether I do or not.”

“Yes,” she said. “Whatever you wish.”

Her willingness stirred the urge to spank her bare ass until it was red. But there was something that would please him more. Gianni kneeled behind Leah and spread her thighs wider. He placed his palms on her ass to acclimate her to his touch.

Lifting the lid of a small basket next to the sofa, Gianni retrieved the items he needed. After setting them aside for easy access, he held Leah by the hips and leaned down to kiss her low spine. She quivered.

“This will feel good, baby.” Gianni put some oil on his hands and began to massage her bare ass. Leah fingered the rug, and began breathing more deeply. “There is more, but we will take it one step at a time.”

Putting some lubricant on his fingers, he smeared it on Leah’s puckered opening. Her pink asshole would be a source of pleasure. It was something she hadn’t experienced yet, but he intended to take it slowly.

Leah whimpered softly as he rubbed his finger over the tight opening. Then he slipped one finger in gently. She bit her lip. “Okay?”

“Yes,” she said.

Gianni reached for the anal beads, and lubricated them. They were clear plastic beads linked together. The string of beads was flexible, to adjust to the body’s movement. The smallest bead was at the tip, and they gradually increased inside, with the largest no bigger than his thumb.

He fingered her asshole, then slipped the first bead inside while watching her face. Leah looked all right. Slowly, he pressed the line of beads into her. Her eyes closed and she gripped the rug. “You will feel some pressure. When you get used it, it should feel good.”

“It’s okay,” she said, without opening her eyes.

Seeing Leah in that condition was hot. The end of the beads could be pulled to remove them. But she hadn’t said her word, so Gianni relaxed. His cock ached for her, and he grasped the root to angle it toward her pussy.

She was so hot and wet. Gianni stroked the tip along her slit, and Leah moaned. “Yes.”

“Open your eyes, baby,” he said. “I want to see you.”

Leah opened her eyes and licked her lips enticingly. Gianni stroked just the knob of his cock over her wet slit. With a steady rhythm he continued to stimulate her that way. He knew what was ahead, and eased her toward it.

Arching her back more, Leah pushed up toward him, and Gianni raked the tip of his cock over her faster. “Jesus,” she gasped.

His knob was sensitive and his balls hugged tight under his cock. It would have taken little for him to come, but Gianni found the restraint he sought. He stroked along her pussy, dipping into the cream, and then he raked over her clit.

Leah panted faster, and Gianni repeated the motion. Her cheeks were pink with arousal, and her eyes were filled with emotion. With his cock pressed lengthwise along her pussy, he leaned over and cupped her breasts.

Her nipples were hard as pebbles. Squeezing gently, he stimulated her. The softness of her skin and the stiffness of her nipples crumbled Gianni’s resistance. He wanted her so much. Letting his palms slide down her ribs, he gripped her hips again and pulled her closer.

Fisting his cock, Gianni guided the thick knob past her outer lips, and dipped inside. His breathing was heavy, and his pulse raced. Leah pushed back against him, taking him deeper. Wrapping his arms around her, pressing against her abdomen, Gianni shoved his shaft in all the way.

He kept his arms around her and began fucking, hard. He knew the stretch of his cock inside her, combined with the fullness of the beads, would push Leah to climax rapidly. There was no reason to wait. Keeping her fully supported, Gianni pounded into her.

Leah grasped at the rug, and made a sexy noise in the back of her throat. Gianni stroked fiercely. Her lovely breasts raked against the thick rug, and her belly tightened.
It was going to be soon
. “I’m going to fuck you, baby, until you can’t take it. You will explode in my arms. Do you hear me?”

“Ah, ah…y-yes.” Leah’s breathing came in ragged gasps. “Gianni…”

His cock swelled as he fucked, and he felt Leah’s strong inner muscles clench around him. Her pussy was so tight. Gianni was ready to explode. He pounded into her, and felt the first shudder race through her.

Then Leah cried out. The moment the climax took her, Gianni grabbed the end of the beads and slowly pulled them out, knowing the sensation of doing so would intensify her release. Her deep groan told him that was exactly what was happening.

The last tiny bead slid out, and Gianni dropped the string of beads to the floor. His cock throbbed then jerked inside Leah. Her body was taut, her muscles like steel as she was swept up to the peak of her release. There was no holding back.

With a growl, Gianni unloaded. His cock spurted, pouring his cum into her pussy, her muscles pulsing around him with ferocity. Still stroking, he let go, restraint no longer possible. Then his body went stiff and he buried his cock in her, pressing her tightly to him.

The power of the release sucked all of his strength. Gianni kept his arms wrapped around Leah’s hips, leaning his cheek against her spine. When he could breathe, he lifted his head and kissed her soft skin.

Then he pulled her up and held her with her back against his chest. She reached up and put her palm on his cheek. Gianni took her hand and pressed his lips to her wrist. The scent of sex wafted up, and he closed his eyes for a moment.

Helping Leah to stand, he guided her to the sofa, and she curled up with her head on his lap. Gianni ran his hand from her upper thigh, along her waist, then up her arm. She took his hand and pressed it to her lips. “Gianni.”

He pulled her onto his lap, and Leah rested her head on his shoulder. Gianni held her in a warm embrace, knowing the experience had been intense for her. But she had enjoyed it. He had seen that much. And it excited him.

They had so much future together. There was so much more they could do. Leah was willing, and so passionate. It took little to make the flame of desire inside her roar to life. The thought of where that could lead aroused Gianni newly.

It wouldn’t be the only time they made love that night. And there were still several days left. Tuscany was a good setting for pushing limits. The romance of the countryside and the quiet of the valley encouraged Gianni to give Leah more of what she craved. And satisfy deeper urges that Gianni was anxious to sate.

Yet he was at a loss for words, unable to tell Leah what was happening inside him. If he had understood it better, maybe he could have. Gianni only knew that he wanted her more every day. But no matter how much they shared, it wasn’t enough. His need for her was powerful, and even Gianni wasn’t certain, if that need was fully unleashed, where it would take them.

“Are you okay?” Leah said.

He smiled. “I should be asking you that.”

With her arms around his neck, Leah kissed him softly. “I’m wonderful.”

Gianni was glad. Yet there was a look in her eyes that caught his attention. But he couldn’t decipher it. Women could be such a mystery, especially Leah. It was better not to ask, though. If there was anything to tell, she would tell him soon enough.