Bedded by the Italian Playboy by Emma Shortt

could be
dealt with tomorrow.
    “Yes,”
she whispered again. “Yes.”
    As
if that was his cue, Dominic bent his head and took her nipple in his mouth. It
sent a shot of something firing down her belly and straight to her clit. She
moaned as he sucked and sucked and the fire kept shooting. She was so turned
on. None of their kisses had affected her so badly. Nothing had ever affected
her like this.
    “Dominic,”
she gasped, “please.”
    What
she was asking for she didn’t even know but clearly he did because his hand
released her breast and travelled downwards, across her belly, to the waistband
of her panties and onwards.
    The
moment his fingers found her clit, Rachel’s back arched. She called out his
name. She thrashed. Her whole pussy ached. And as he strummed her she felt her
body moisten, begin preparing itself for him. Her wetness made his fingers
slide all the more easily and up and down he went. Over her clit, almost into
her, but at the last minute he stopped and went back up again. Up and down and
around and the sensations were amazing. Never in all of her own explorations
had she felt anything close.
    Her
hands wrapped around the bed covers, her knees hit the bed, and she closed her
eyes tight, her body a trembling mess.
    “That’s
it,” Dominic whispered. “That’s it.”
    He
sped up, encouraging something from
her, demanding even, and in that moment Rachel felt it too. It was like a
pressure she hadn’t even known existed that was suddenly all she could think
about. It built low in her stomach, up her thighs and along her back. A sort of
gathering of sensations, and just as she tried to understand, the pressure
coalesced and she cried out as an orgasm—a proper orgasm—hit.
    Waves
of sensations spread out through the exact areas the pressure had come from.
Jolts of pure pleasure. She sobbed Dominic’s name because it had never been like this before. Never so
intense, never so deep.
    He
kissed her, gentle kisses along her face, down her neck, and slowed his
fingers. Rachel moaned, wiggled and kissed him back. Her body felt replete,
perfectly content and yet… Dominic was whispering to her now, telling her how
beautiful she was, how much he wanted her. And with his words she became aware
that something was missing. Her body needed more.
    It
needed filling. “I need…”
    “I know
exactly what you need, Cara Mia .”
    He
stood up, ceasing their contact and Rachel moaned, desperate to feel him there
again. But he was quick. His clothes flew off and within moments they joined
hers on the floor. Her shoes—she hadn’t even realized they were still on—were
kicked free, and then he was between her legs, his muscular body covering hers.
    More
kisses, more strokes, more touches and it went on and on until it felt like the
last orgasm was a mere memory, like her body needed another, immediately.
Rachel could barely stand it. She panted and she screamed and, hell, she
sobbed, but only when she begged did Dominic finally position himself at her
entrance.
    With
one hand wrapped around his cock he entered her. It was maybe an inch, no more,
and yet he was so thick he made Rachel gasp. “It’s too much.”
    He
pulled out but then he was back in again and she could feel the control he was
exerting. Feel the muscles on his arms pulled tight. See the strain on his
face.
    “You
are so fucking tight,” he grated. “ Dios .
Kiss me.”
    She
did even as her body tried to accommodate him, and he kissed her hard, his
tongue mimicking the action of his cock. It began to feel right, like her body
knew this was what she needed and was stretching to allow it to happen. The
pressure began to build again, entirely different now, coming from low inside
of her.
    Rachel
moaned, moved her hips, not realizing…
    He
whispered something against her lips, and the next thing she knew, a sharp pain
shocked her back to her senses and Rachel shrieked.
    Dominic
held himself perfectly still but he did not pull out and Rachel