The Playboy's Fugitive Bride (31 page)

“
Poi ti darò più
, pussycat.  I’ll give you more.”  He lifted his body off hers and kneeling between her thighs,” he smiled up at her.  “Didn’t I say you’d bring me to my knees one way or the other?”

Nia’s giggle died in her throat when Massimo’s lips fluttered over the delicate hollow of her neck.  His soft feathery kisses, light nibbles, and gentle suckling of her skin sent dizzying sensations rushing through her.  The sensations mounted as Massimo’s mouth began a blazing trail of desire across her chest, kissing, nibbling and licking his way to her aching breast.  She buried her hands in his hair, tangled her fingers around his silky strands and moaned deeply as his large warm hands moved over her breasts.  Cupping them in his palms, he began to knead them, then massage her taut nipples with his open palm, the way she’d done countless times over the years as she’d dreamed her fantasies of him.

He’d been paying attention as she’d lain on the divan acting out her fantasies about him in her dream.  And now he was playing her like a pro.  He’d learned her tune, studied her rhythm.  He wasn’t just a playboy.  He was
her
playbo
y
.  Strumming her, stroking her, leading her like a conductor leads an orchestra.

“
Che è buono?
  Is that good?” he asked, his breath hot and moist against her chest as he brought his lower body back down on hers and once again settled the ridge of his sex along her moist heat.

She shook her head on a moan, too delirious to speak.

While he continued to massage her right nipple with his open palm, his left hand closed around the underside of her left breast pushing it upward, and squeezing with just about the right amount of pressure.  He dropped his head and began to lick and nibble on her nipple as his hips began another slow dance against hers.

Nia’s heart pounded out an erratic rhythm and her body heaved on the mattress as the conflicting vibrations rippled through her.  She didn’t know which triggered the need in her most—his palming, his licking, nibbling, or the provocative movements in his lower body.  She didn’t care, and just when she thought she could stand it no longer, his mouth closed over her entire breast and he began to suck her in earnest, switching up his tactics, bringing even more confusion to her convulsing body as he rotated his hips urgently against her. 

She pulled on his hair frantically.  He groaned without missing a beat, sending more passion pounding through her heart, chest and head until she cried out in wanton pleasure.  While she was still screaming his name, he trailed his mouth over to her right breast, his hand to her left and repeated the assault.

Nia’s third orgasm of the day exploded inside her.  She lay trembling and soaked beneath him, clinging to him until her body relaxed and her limbs dropped lifelessly on to the mattress.

“You’re going to kill me,” she said on a breathless whisper when he lifted his head to feast on the passion spilling from her eyes.

“Then let it be a sweet death,
cara mia
.”

The hungry look in his cobalt eyes told Nia that he intended to come back to her table of delights for seconds, thirds, fourths, and fifths today.  He intended to feast until there was nothing left of her.

And to prove her right, Massimo’s hands circled her waist as he dropped his head to the valley between her breasts.  Spreading her hands above her head, Nia closed her eyes and gave herself over to the exquisite sensations of her husband kissing his way down her body, dipping his tongue into the sensitive hollow of her belly button turning each pore of her skin into a fire-spewing volcano.  Her belly quivered and her skin burned beneath his hands and mouth, and when she felt his hot breath against the waxed mound of her flesh, her body coiled at the unfamiliar, yet awesomely delicious sensations.  She needed to see this.

Breathing in deep soul-drenching drafts of air, Nia pushed herself up on her elbows.  He stilled and looked up at her, a sapphire fire burning brightly in his eyes.  Knowing exactly what she wanted, he spread her thighs, and hooking his arms around them, he settled himself between them.  Their eyes locked as his tongue darted from his mouth and made contact with the outside of her lips, very, very softly.  Her body convulsed at the initial contact, and her legs began to shake.

“Delicious,” he murmured, his hot breath burning her sensitive spot.  He held her fast and licked at her again, smiling when her mouth opened on a sigh.  His next assault was bolder, hotter, sending electrical shocks scorching through her entire system.

Nia moaned deep and long when his lips closed over her and his tongue probed the inside of her moistness.  She watched his mouth open and close over her as he sucked on her like she was a ripe fruit, parting her with his tongue, kissing her with his mouth.  Passion rose in Nia like the hottest fire and too weak to support her weight any longer, she tumbled back against the mattress.

That was his cue to have his way with her.  She felt his fingers parting her, then his tongue probing at her entrance, flickering, tickling, teasing, edging deep inside, sending her careening into a another firestorm of delight.  Nia grabbed handfuls of the sheet as Massimo’s mouth moved up to her sensitized clit while one of his fingers slid inside her.  She arched into his face as he stroked her and sucked her until she shot a deluge of love juices into his mouth.

There was no recovering from this one she realized as he moved up over her, supporting his weight on his elbows.  His face was contorted with passion, hunger, and lust, but deep in the recesses she saw a tenderness she never expected.  He gazed at her as if he knew her, had figured out her secrets, but still loved the bareness, the rawness of her. 

Some unexpected recognition unlocked inside Nia, but before she could analyze it, he brought his mouth down on hers, and reaching between them, he positioned his shaft at the entrance of her body.  They both groaned at the initial contact of their naked flesh—heat, power, rigor, succulence, and tension, fusing into one.

“
Guardami.
  Look at me,” he said as Nia closed her eyes to absorb the pleasure zapping through her.

She opened them to encounter the hot desire in his.

“
Sarò gentile
.  I’ll be gentle.  I will love you until you scream, “
Abbastanza!”
  Remember that word.  It means “
Enough
”.  Can you remember that?”

Nia nodded and swallowed as she repeated the word in her head. 

He gave her a passion-filled smile then began to thrust against her gently, the wide tip of his sex stretching her, seeking access inside her at every tentative lunge.

The tantalizing attempts caused a deep ache in the center of Nia’s womanhood, and on its own volition, her body began to respond to the call of mating.  She spread her thighs wider and higher inviting Massimo to come inside, finally yielding to the searing need that had been building up for years.

He thrust against her with a little more force than before and as the wide head of his sex gained entrance, Nia dug her nails into the flesh of his chest and tightened her legs about his waist.

He pulled out to the opening and thrust in again.

“Big,” she moaned.  “You’re so big.”

Sei così stretta e umida
.  You’re so tight and wet. 
Calda
,” he hissed, his body rigid and solid above her like a glittering chunk of Italian marble.

Nia moaned aloud with an erotic pleasure as she felt him moving deeper than either of their fingers had ever been.  He massaged untouched and unexplored regions of her sex, causing friction that bordered on pain and pleasure.  She quivered and groaned on a powerful thrust that caused a stabbing burning sensation deep in her body.  She became very much aware of Massimo’s size and vigor.  He was a large man and he was filling her up to overflowing, stretching her, forcing her to accept him, embrace him.  She groaned and quivered again.

He stilled for a moment, and Nia could feel him trembling over her and inside her as he fought to control his own passion, his need to thrust into her.  “
Sei mia adesso. Tutto mia.  Per sempre
,” he rasped as he clasped her hands in his and brought them to lie on the mattress above her head, intertwining their fingers together.

“It hurts,” Nia whispered, not feeling so brave at the moment.

“I know, and I’m sorry.”  He kissed her lips.  “Relax,” he said in a gravelly voice, staring into her eyes with his electric blues.  “Breathe deeply and slowly, listen to the rhythm of my voice.  Think of the multiple times you’ve come today, think of the fire rushing through your veins, of the passion building in your flesh, of the throbbing of your heart threatening to burst from inside you.  Think of me, Massimo, your husband, loving you, cherishing you, enjoying you, creating and feeding your pleasure, taking you to passionate heights like you’ve never known before.  Nia…  Sweet Nia…  
Ti voglio cosi tanto
. 
Ho bisogno di te cosi tanto
.  I want you so much.  I need you so much…  Nia…  my love, my sweet hot love…”

As his hot, hard shaft grazed the pulsating walls of her sex and his broad tip batted cautiously against her hymen, seeking complete entrance into her body, Massimo serenaded Nia in Italian, then in French, then in a number of other foreign tongues.  The warm husky sound of his voice reached deep inside her, caressing her, enveloping her in velvet desire, his raw sensuousness carrying her to levels of ecstasy she didn’t know existed.  Nia felt herself tumbling, spiraling into a universe that seemed to strip her of all knowledge of Nia, the girl she used to be, transforming her into an undulating ball of hot aching flesh where she was wrapped up, tied up, enveloped in Massimo, floating on a cloud with him, dipping and dancing with him, breathing him…

“Oh God… Oh God… Oh God...”

Nia gasped in sweet agony as she felt Massimo thrusting deep, deep inside her, grunting out his pleasure above her as his huge hard body slapped against her smaller softer frame.  She had no idea when he’d pierced her hymen, but the pulsing fullness of his engorged sex moving in and out of her with deep steady thrusts alerted Nia to the fact that she was no longer a virgin.

The knowledge brought a womanly smile to her lips and a liberating flush to her body.  She opened her eyes to stare into the face of her husband’s contorted with raw passion, his eyes gleaming like slivers of tinted crystal.  She didn’t know how long they’d been making love, but the sheen of sweat covering their bodies, the love welts on his arms and chest, and the warm stickiness where their sexes joined told her it had been for a while.

With the turbulence of Massimo’s passion swirling around her, Nia wrapped her legs higher around his waist and gave herself over to the delightful fire pulsing through her.  Their bodies fused and danced as one as they aroused a new torrent of hunger in each other, as they rode out the hot storm of desire that raged through both of them.  

As she sank beneath the waves of another orgasm, Nia called out his name as her body tightened and quivered around him, creating such a friction between them she thought she would explode from the inside out.  And as her climax wrapped about her, Massimo moved up over her like a powerful merciless sex god.

“
Guardaci
!  Look at us!” he commanded on a hoarse whisper. “Look at us mate.”

Nia followed his gaze to the spot where their bodies were joined so intimately, so erotically.  It was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.  She could feel Massimo’s eyes burning into hers as she watched him sink deeply into her—to the hilt, with a loud, tormented groan of ecstasy.  He pulled out slowly and thrust back in again.  The sight of his strong golden body mounted over her, the convulsing muscles of his well-defined chest and washboard stomach, and the feel of his turgid sex sheathing itself inside her brown slender form over and over again sent deep, earthshaking tremors gushing through Nia, and she came again, clutching the sheets to keep from soaring off into the ceiling.  As she continued to spasm like molten lava, Massimo clasped his hands beneath her thighs, pushed her knees into her chest, changing the angle of her body to give him deeper access to titillate nascent regions of her rippling sex, regions that had never been touched before.

The intimate picture and sensations of her husband loving her were so thrilling, so gloriously, excruciatingly galvanizing, Nia thought she would literally die from it.  Her need had surpassed the physical.  It was no longer lust that spiraled through her, because even after her lust was satisfied, her heart remained flooded with yearning for him.

She loved Massimo.  Had loved him for six long years.  She could forgive him for forcing her to marry him, for locking her in the master suite today, because deep down inside, Nia humbly admitted that she didn’t want to leave him.  Never wanted to leave him.

She was doomed.  So doomed.  She began to cry.

“Nia, sweet Nia.  Baby.”  With a harsh groan, he came down on her, captured her mouth with his, swallowing her sobs as he pumped inside her again and again, swinging his hips with hysterical speed and depth as she fell to pieces under him.  When his pleasure overtook him, he raised above her again, his mouth opening and closing, his eyes rolling back in their sockets as his desire peaked to unrestrained proportions.  He was beautiful to her.  Placing her palms flat against his chest, Nia grabbed the rippling muscles beneath his damp skin as her insides gripped him, sucking him deep, making him growl out his delight as he pumped even harder and faster inside her.

“Massimo…”  She clawed at him, thrusting her hips into him, matching the tempo of his passion as their hearts thudding against each other became one beat, their bodies becoming one rhythm, communicating in the language of love.  Nia opened for him as he entered, and held him tight as he tried to leave, creating such unbearable friction and heat around their throbbing sexes that she thought they would literally meld into one.  Yet, she wanted more.  “Deeper.  Harder,” she spurred him on as she felt the onslaught of another orgasm coming on, the spinning wave of pleasure pulling her down into a fiery furnace, melting her flesh from her bones.