Love Islands: Passionate Nights. Louise Fuller

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      Lucy’s eyes flew open as his mouth moved to caress her inner thigh.

      ‘Dio...’

      He looked up and smiled. ‘Dio...what...?’

      ‘I... I...’

      ‘Relax. Trust me. You’re going to enjoy me kissing you down there.’ The scent of her filled his nostrils. ‘And don’t close your eyes,’ he commanded. ‘I want to know that you’re watching me when I begin licking you...’

      Lucy moaned as her imagination took wonderful flight. She was so wet for him, wanted him so much. She marvelled that she had spent so many months primly keeping her distance, little knowing that he had the power to melt every bone in her body until she was as pliant as a rag doll.

      She watched as he settled between her legs, hands against the soft flesh of her inner thigh preventing her from closing her legs, making sure that she was open for him.

      Delicately he slid his tongue between the soft folds, finding the throbbing bud of her roused clitoris with ease and tickling it.

      The pleasure was exquisite.

      She wanted to keep her eyes open so that she could see his dark head moving with purpose between her legs but she couldn’t. She tilted her head up and arched her back, an instinctive response to what he was doing.

      When he plunged his finger into her, whilst keeping up the insistent pressure of his tongue on her clitoris, Lucy could no longer hold herself back.

      The waves of pleasure were too much, far too much. She didn’t want this...she wanted him in her... But with a long, shuddering groan she gave in to the ripples that increased into an unstoppable riptide of her orgasm.

      She came against his mouth, rising up, crying out, moving wildly as his tongue continued its ruthless plunder.

      Her own lack of experience stared her in the face as she gradually came back down to earth.

      ‘I’m sorry.’ She turned away as he moved up to tilt her chin gently so that they were looking at one another.

      ‘Only tell me you’re sorry if you didn’t enjoy it.’

      ‘You know I did,’ she whispered. ‘But I... I should have been able to hold off. I shouldn’t have come...not like that...not when I want you in me...’

      ‘I wanted to bring you to an orgasm, Lucy. This is just the foreplay...’

      ‘It’s pretty mind-blowing,’ Lucy returned shakily.

      ‘You’re so beautiful and wet that I’ll be able to slide into you, and I’ll be gentle. I don’t want to hurt you.’

      Lucy found it remarkable that this powerful, ruthless man, accustomed to getting his own way at all costs, could be so tender between the sheets.

      Yet, wasn’t that the hallmark of the expert lover? That was what she told herself because it was bad enough that he was climbing out of the box into which she had securely placed him. She just didn’t need yet another side of him to hit her in the face and overturn yet more preconceptions.

      He said that she should trust him and that he didn’t want to hurt her but some little voice inside cautioned her that it was within his power to deliver a great deal of hurt.

      He already had! Surely the proof of the pudding was in the eating? He had married her so that he could socially elevate himself. Her father had been cruelly clear on that count. He had turned her into the cynical woman she was now! It would be wise to remember those things. She knew that the most important thing in the world was self-preservation.

      She wanted a divorce, wanted to rid herself of a marriage that was a joke, and tellingly he hadn’t argued against that. He wanted her but, once he got that out of his system, he would be more than ready to ditch her and move on with his life, find himself some woman he actually had feelings for and wanted to settled down and have children with.

      That woman would never be her.

      But, Lord, it was hard to marshal her thoughts when her whole system was in crazy free fall!

      She felt him nudge against her and, just like that, a slow burn began. She wrapped her arms around him, loving the hardness of his body.

      ‘Tell me what to do,’ she whispered. Those were words that Dio had never heard from any woman and they were curiously thrilling.

      ‘Do nothing but what feels good for you, and lose yourself, Lucy. It’s what making love is all about.’

      That sounded like a pretty scary concept to her but she nodded obediently and then stopped thinking altogether as he began to kiss her, slowly, taking his time.

      She could taste herself as their tongues meshed. She reached down to hold him; he was massive, a hard shaft of steel that sent her senses spinning.

      But she wasn’t scared. She knew that he was going to be gentle.

      And she wasn’t filled with regret either. So what if this didn’t make sense? So what if he had offered her the way out she had asked for without the blackmail? He had told her that she could walk away and that she wouldn’t walk away penniless and she believed him.

      But walking away would have opened the door to, if not regret, then a life of wondering what this husband of hers would have been like in bed, what it might have been like to have touched him.

      No. She was doing the right thing.

      He cupped her breast and played with it, idly stroking her roused nipple while he remained kissing her until she felt like she was drowning.

      Then slowly, oh, so slowly, his hand smoothed over her stomach to cup the mound between her legs. Only then did he caress her down there, but so lightly that she had all the time in the world for her body to crank back into full gear, until she was throbbing and aching for more.

      She wanted to push his hand in deeper, but instead she twisted so that she could taste him.

      She’d never done anything like this before. She took him into her mouth and heard his sharp intake of breath as she began to lavish attention on the rigid shaft. She ran her tongue exploratively along it, sucked it, filling her mouth; cupped him between his legs and felt him expand under her attentions.

      This time, he was the one spiralling out of control, but he pulled back before she could do what he had done to her and bring him to an orgasm with her mouth only.

      Their bodies were slick with perspiration.

      ‘Don’t be nervous,’ he whispered as he settled between her legs.

      ‘I’m not nervous.’ She felt the thickness of his erection and shivered with a mixture of wild excitement and apprehension.

      ‘No?’

      Lucy heard the amused disbelief in his voice and some of her apprehension drained away. ‘Okay. Maybe a little.’ Though СКАЧАТЬ