to fill two glasses.
He walked back to the bed with them and handed
her one.
'To tonight and what we will give one another.
May it be everything you wish it to be,' he toasted
her softly.
Apprehensively Jodie took a sip of the sparkling
champagne, and then trembled as Lorenzo took the
glass from her and kissed her.
His mouth tasted of champagne and of him, and
she clung to that thought whilst his tongue-tip stroked
her lips and then teased them apart.
He kissed her until she couldn’t think beyond the
pleasure of their shared intimacy and her own desire
for more; until she had reached out to him and
wrapped her arms around his neck whilst her lips
parted eagerly under his; until they were lying together
on the bed and his hands were caressing her
naked body as he removed the unwanted barriers between
them.
Skin on skin with the man she loved: could there
be anything more sensual or more desire-inducing?
Jodie wondered deliriously as she allowed herself the
luxury of exploring the warm flesh padding Lorenzo’s
muscles whilst his hands skimmed and then shaped
her body with slow, purposeful sensuality.
He kissed the hollow at the base of her throat, and
then the hollow between her breasts, rimming the indentation
of her navel whilst she shivered with pleasure
and sighed softly.
Only when he caressed her injured leg did she tense
and waver, shuddering anxiously and trying to pull
away. But Lorenzo refused to release her, bending his
head to kiss the criss-cross pattern of her scars.
'No…' It was the first time she had spoken, her
plea sharp and filled with pain.
Ignoring her, Lorenzo told her softly, 'I thought the
first time I saw you that you had the most wonderfully
long legs. I knew then that I wanted to feel them
wrapped around me whilst I possessed you.'
'You couldn’t have thought that,' Jodie protested.
'You were so angry!'
She saw his mouth curve into a genuinely amused
smile. 'didn’t you know, little virgin, that a man can
be both angry and aroused? Your ex-friend is a fool.
No man worthy of the name would ever reject you,
Jodie.'
'My leg,' she protested.
Lorenzo kissed her scar a second time.
'Your leg is all the more beautiful because it carries
the evidence of your courage.'
Emotional tears filled her eyes, but before she
could shed them Lorenzo had started to kiss his way
up the inside of her thigh, and other, more intense
emotions were gripping her.
His hand covered her sex. Slowly he began to caress
it, until she was arching up to press herself closer
to his touch, her fingers digging into the warm flesh
of his shoulders as her legs opened wider for him and
his tongue joined his fingers in an erotic exploration
of her arousal.
She moaned with pleasure when she felt him penetrate
her wetness to ease one finger inside her, stroking
her and then slowly moving deeper. Immediately
her muscles tightened eagerly around it and her body
pulsed fiercely. Lorenzo positioned himself so that he
could kiss her breasts whilst he slowly stroked her
intimately, a second finger joining the first, the pleasure
of their movement inside her making her cry out,
then cry out again as Lorenzo answered her appeal
with the sensual rake of his teeth against her stiff
nipple.
Her body was moving of its own accord, seeking
an intimate rhythm that came from deep inside her,
accompanied by a small growl of female frustration.
'You want me inside you?' Lorenzo asked her
thickly.
Jodie nodded her head and dug her fingers into his
flesh more tightly as he positioned her, lifting her and
then reaching for a pillow, which he eased beneath
her hips whilst the frustration inside her grew.
She had no apprehensions, no reservations, only an
aching female hunger, and she watched openly as he
positioned himself over her, her senses delighting in
the sight of him, so thick and strong.
More easing himself into her than thrusting,
Lorenzo watched the expressions chase one another
across her face as her muscles accepted his thickness,
closing tightly round it.
'Do you want more?' he asked.
Jodie took a deep breath and whispered fiercely,
'Yes. All of you. I want all of you…'
She could feel him filling her so completely that
the sensation of him within her made her catch her
breath, and then rake her nails against his back as he
moved out and then in deeper, with rhythmic thrusts
that took her breath and drove her to want more and
still more, until she was moving with him, eagerly
giving up her own control to him, as her body became
