flesh with a softly tantalising touch that made her
press closer to him until he responded to her need and
slipped his hand into the softly fluted leg of her underwear
to cover her sex.
Completely lost, Jodie made a small delirious
sound of pleasure into his kiss that turned to a broken
exclamation of shocked delight when he slid his fingers
into her waiting wetness. The feel of the slow
movement of his fingers over her aroused flesh was
both an exquisite pleasure and an almost unbearable
torment. She wanted him to go on doing what he was
doing, but she wanted him inside her as well, filling
her, satisfying the need that was tightening round her.
She moaned out loud as he plucked softly at the
aroused nub of her clitoris, her own hand going immediately
to the thick thrust of his own erection, easily visible
beneath his clothes but frustratingly separated
from the full intimacy of her touch by them.
'Wait,' she heard him tell her thickly, and then he
was lifting her, placing her back on the bed before
swiftly removing his clothes. She lay back, her head
on the pillows, watching him with an absorbed, hungry,
unashamed eagerness, her breath coming in soft
little panting gasps of need, her hand resting over her
own sex, not to protect it, but to quieten it as it pulsed
its clamouring message of readiness.
His nakedness excited her so much. She couldn’t
drag her gaze away from the stiff length of his erection
as it thrust upwards from the soft dark mat of his
body hair. It crossed her mind that she should be feeling
virginal fear instead of such a delirious sense of
eager excitement. He was leaning over her, removing
her briefs, watching her as he did so. Heat and shock
suffused her as he slowly slid one finger the length
of her wetness. Greedily her body lifted towards him
and his finger traced her again, stroking and lingering,
caressing the hard little nub of excitement clamouring
for his attention and then slowly, very deliberately,
sliding inside her. Jodie gasped and then moaned in
delight as she felt him stretching her gently, still caressing
her.
His body was covering hers now, and he was kissing
her. Eagerly she kissed him back, only stopping
when she felt the loss of his pleasure-giving fingers.
Her eyes rounded and her face burned when he lifted
his hand towards her lips and told her thickly, 'Taste
yourself on me.' Hesitantly she opened her mouth and
let him place his fingers within it, closing her eyes
and obeying his whispered, 'Suck them,' as she drew
in the taste of her own arousal mingled with the taste
of his skin and felt the power of the aphrodisiac he
was giving her.
Now she was totally lost, a mindless slave to her
own sexuality and need as his hands and his mouth
caressed every part of her. Her shoulder, the inner
flesh of her arm, her breasts, her belly, and she
writhed and moaned and reached for him with her
own hands and mouth, savouring the sharp taste of
him as she breathed in his intimate man scent and felt
its erotic impact on her senses. She ached to let her
tongue-tip circle the stiff shiny head of his sex, but
Lorenzo wouldn’t let her. Instead his tongue was exploring
her, tracing a sensual pathway of fiery pleasure
over her wetness, stroking firmly against her clitoris,
taking her far, far beyond the furthermost
reaches of her own sensual imaginings. She wanted
him so much. Too much…
Abruptly, reality pierced her sexual arousal and she
tensed, pushing Lorenzo away whilst her body
screamed its pain at her denial of its pleasure.
Lorenzo sat up, frowning, and made to take her in
his arms, but Jodie resisted him and shook her head,
telling him fiercely, 'No!'
'What? What are you saying? You want me — you
were giving yourself to me…' he insisted fiercely.
'And you want to prove that all women are like
your mother — that we all lie and cheat. Yes, I do want
you,' she agreed shakily. 'But I want my self-respect
more.'
As she spoke she was wriggling away from his restraining
arm and getting off the bed, hurriedly gathering
up her scattered clothes, fully aware that
Lorenzo was watching her but not daring to look back
at him in case her resolve wasn’t able to withstand
her doing so.
Lorenzo lay on his bed and stared up at the ceiling.
The ache he could feel inside himself was just physical,
that was all. And the emotion burning inside him
was just furious anger that Jodie should dare to say
to him what she had. She meant nothing to him.
Nothing!
The emptiness of his bed without her was something
that he welcomed, rather than regretted. As he
would welcome the emptiness of his life once she had
gone from it, he assured himself fiercely.
The reason he had been so sexually aroused by her,
so sexually lost in the sweetness of her, was simply
that it had been too long since there had been a
woman in his bed. And that was a need he could
