Something changed; it felt good, but she was so lost in the fire of his kiss she couldn’t decipher the new sensation until she felt Ezio’s hand on her breast. Samantha gasped and drew back from the kiss. Ezio's hand had been busy moving under the T-shirt and undoing the front clasp of her bra.
“Why did you wear this, when you know I wanted to touch your breasts?” he asked in consternation.
She didn’t answer. Instead she wiggled and pulled at the shirt, trying to work it off her body.
“Let me help,” he laughed.
In moments, the T-shirt and bra hit the floor and she saw his eyes glint in appreciation. “I love your breasts.”
She almost thought he was telling the truth. Then his thumb started to draw circles around her aroused nipple, and she started to pant. “You’re the most responsive lover I’ve ever known.” His thumb traced over the receptive nub and she moaned. Back and forth, again and again. Her universe centered around what he was doing.
She wanted, no she needed to say something, but no words would come out of her mouth. Then Ezio did something even more diabolical—he put his lips to her other nipple and she cried out. Her passion was unimaginable.
His tongue lapped against her turgid nub as his thumb rasped over and over across the other tip, sending flames to her very core. Her legs were moving, parting and then squeezing together. Ezio must have realized her agony of need, because he settled one heavily muscled thigh between her legs, and she groaned with relief. Samantha couldn’t believe how aroused she was, and they still had their clothes on.
Ezio was going to end up with zipper burn on his dick if he didn’t get out of his jeans soon, but oh how he was enjoying Samantha in his arms. He knew she’d been nervous, and he didn’t want to do anything that might spoil their time together, so he would take this as slow as he needed to, no matter how much scarring he ended up with.
She tasted so good. Her lips had tasted like tangerines, but even better was the taste of just Samantha as he nuzzled her neck and savored her breasts. This woman was magnificent, and she didn’t have a clue.
“Enough,” she squeaked as she yanked on his hair. Hard.
Ezio huffed out a laugh as he looked down at her reddened nipple, and then her impassioned, dazed face. “What now?”
“I…I…don’t know.”
“I’ve got a couple of ideas.” Ezio got up off the bed and almost sang the Hallelujah Chorus when he shucked his jeans. Served him right; next time he hopped out of the shower intent on seducing Samantha, he’d definitely wear underwear under his jeans.
He grinned when he saw Sam up on both elbows watching him. A slow satisfied smile was easing itself across her face.
“My own slice of heaven,” she said.
“That’s my line, only you’re still dressed.”
“No, I’m not.”
He slid back up the bed and tugged at the small silk panties she was wearing. “Yes, you are. But not for long.” He heard her suck in her breath as he pulled off that last bit of clothing and tossed it in the same pile as her bra and T-shirt.
“Open your legs for me, Samantha.”
Her eyes widened at the decadent request. She bit her bottom lip, but this was the woman who’d joined an underground poker game, and she wasn’t going to back down from such a simple request. Nope. She slowly parted her legs under Ezio’s watchful eye, and he saw the glistening petals of her sex, proving she was just as aroused as he was.
“Lovely,” he whispered.
She blushed at the compliment.
Once again Ezio eased his leg between hers, his hair abrading her core as he moved upwards to cup her face. Samantha cried out at the sensation. So goddamned responsive. He held her still for another ferocious kiss, needing this connection—he felt like his world would end if he didn’t make her his. She wrapped her legs around his, trying to increase the sensation. He knew how she felt, as his engorged sex pulsed against her soft belly.
His kiss was greedy and she matched him. There wasn’t anything he did where Sam wasn’t right there with him. Her hands were out of his hair, and now were clawing at his biceps as her whole body arched against him, trying to find ways to increase contact. Ezio was more than happy to indulge her need and rubbed his chest against her aching breasts and moved his thigh against the tender nub of her sex. She panted and moaned at all the intense sensations streaking through her body. He watched as her eyes darkened to the color of a midnight sea.
She turned her head away from their kiss, then raked her teeth against his neck. “Ezio, it’s all too much. But not enough.”
He laughed, because he understood.
God, did he understand.
“Just a little more, Samantha.”
He wooed her back into kissing him as he slipped a hand between their bodies and touched the apex of her thighs, finding her swollen clit. Her head thrashed but he held her fast with her hair and continued to kiss and kiss and kiss her. Even as he did, he circled her sensitive bud of nerves, over and over again, until Sam bit his bottom lip and cried out his name in a long drawn-out breath of pleasure.
He reached under his pillow and found
