as well have been saying yes. 'I Don’t want you,' she
said fiercely, trying to cling on to some kind of reality.
'Not me,' Lorenzo agreed. 'But you do want what
I can give you — the knowledge your time in hospital
has denied you. You want to know what it feels like
to know a man's body, to know a man's possession.
You can deny it with these,' he told her mockingly,
reaching out and rubbing the pad of his thumb against
her parted lips, 'as much as you wish, but I could take
them now with my own and they would tell me something
very different.'
'No,' Jodie repeated, but she was looking helplessly
up into his eyes, just standing there without
moving as he came to her and slowly slid his hands
up over her arms, from her wrists to her shoulders,
and she trembled almost violently with sensual pleasure
and anticipation. He was drawing her closer, so
close that the hot, primitive male scent of him engulfed
her. She put her lips to the bare flesh of his
collarbone with a small moan, and then pressed eager
open-mouthed kisses the length of his throat, greedily
tasting his flesh before running her tongue-tip over
his Adam's apple whilst her fingers dug into the hard
muscles of his shoulders and she strained against him.
Was this what happened when a woman was a virgin?
Lorenzo wondered, as he struggled to control his
sudden savage longing to feel her mouth on every part
of him. This wild, wanton outpouring of need — not
for male possession, but for the right to take her own
pleasure in whatever way she wished? And why
should he stop her? Why should he not let her take
her pleasure where she wished and in whatever way
she wished?
He looked down at her, to where he could see outlined
by her strappy top the stiff thrust of her nipples,
and his male instincts surged in feral need. He cupped
her face and took her mouth with his own, driving
into it with the slow rhythmic thrust of his tongue as
he tugged down her top with his free hand until her
breasts spilled over the fabric, creamily fleshed, with
warm brown nipples already swollen hard with desire.
Jodie didn’t even hear herself moan with hot
delight at the feel of Lorenzo’s naked flesh against
her own. She was lost in her own arousal. His silky
dark body hair sensitised her already eager nipples
while the stroke of his tongue in the hollow behind
her ear brought her arching compulsively into him,
into him and against him, grinding her hips against
his body in a frenzy of eager longing.
Jodie could see their twinned images in the bedroom
mirrors, and she watched passion-bound as
Lorenzo cupped her breast and readied the dark peak
of her nipple for the downward descent of his head
and the deliberately erotic caress of his tongue.
This time as she arched her body up to his, willingly
sacrificing it to her growing pleasure, Jodie did
hear herself cry out in female longing. But the sound
of her own desire only increased the fevered beat of
her blood as it surged through her veins, heating her
belly and spreading through it an ache that weakened
her muscles and softened her flesh into warm, wet
compliance.
When Lorenzo picked her up bodily, she wrapped
her arms around him and gasped in pleasure to feel
him suckling on the taut peak of her nipple whilst he
tugged off the rest of her clothes.
By the time he placed her on the bed they were
both naked, and he was leaning over her whilst he
trailed slow kisses over her openly eager body. Jodie
could see how the thick strength of his erection rose
stiffly toward his belly, and she yearned to reach out
and touch it.
The sensation of Lorenzo circling her navel with
his tongue-tip as his hand stroked slowly up the inside
of her thigh was melting away whatever desire she
might have had to conjure up some kind of resistance.
Her rapt gaze was fixed unashamedly and avidly on
his erection.
Lorenzo lifted his head to watch her as she reached
out half hesitantly and took him in her hand, her eyes
widening as she absorbed the texture and heat. A soft
slow burn of excited colour warmed her skin when
she registered the pulse that flooded his darkly engorged
thickness. She stroked him with fervent female
appreciation and approval, and Lorenzo closed
his eyes and exhaled, unable to withstand his body's
longing to enjoy her wondering exploration.
How powerful it made her feel to touch Lorenzo
like this, and how eternally female, in a way that
somehow connected her with the whole of her sex
from the dawn of time. It was woman who aroused
this maleness in a man, woman who controlled and
commanded it, drawing from it her own pleasure as
well as allowing man to take his. Her fingers explored
and stroked, and her lips parted and her breath caught
on a small whisper of soft wanton pleasure as she felt
the response Lorenzo couldn’t quite control. He felt
so rigid, and yet at the same time so malleable. Silky
desire flushed her, tempted her to bend her head
