Leah's Seduction: 1 (Gianni and Leah) by Emily Jane Trent Page A

throbbing cock into her, and give them both what they needed.
    “Patience,” he mouthed.
    Leah quivered, on the verge of an orgasm she knew was out of reach. The look in his eyes told her that he had no intention of ending things anytime soon. Gianni kissed her lips. It was sweet, and every bit as sensual as any of his kisses.
    Electricity radiated through her at the touch of his soft lips, and the way he did it sent her a message. It said so much, and caused emotions to boil up inside her until Leah thought she’d explode. Then he pulled back.
    Gianni looked at her, his eyes on fire with lust. He touched her cheek, then let his fingers drift down her body, grazing her ribs. Leah watched his expression, relishing his desire. He let his hand drift over her hip, and then he swirled a finger in her pubic hair.
    She wanted to close her eyes and soak in the sensation. But she couldn’t take her eyes off him. Gianni took her wrists in one hand, and held them behind her back. Her breasts reached closer to him. The admiration with which he looked at her made her nipples tense.
    He soothed the ache with his tongue. Leaning in, Gianni licked her pink nipples, making them feel so good, yet more painful. She arched her back, pressing against his hot tongue. He took one nipple in his teeth, and she gasped.
    Gianni tugged, and it was as though there was a string attached from her nipple to her clit. He may as well have had his mouth between her legs. Releasing the distended peak, he sucked it gently to restore circulation, and Leah trembled.
    Moving to her other nipple, he did the same, and Leah’s arousal soared. She had no idea how to get him to release her from her torment, as he seemed to go at his own pace. Gianni was in no rush, and content to torture her.
    One nipple, then the other. Until Leah was whimpering non-stop.
    “Are you wet now, baby?” he said.
    “Oh God,” she gasped.
    Gianni drew back, and the cool air of the room hit her wet nipples. Leah bit her lower lip and looked into his eyes, knowing he could read the pleading in her expression.
    “Let me see,” he said, releasing her wrists. His hands roamed over her hips. “I need to check to be sure you are wet enough.”
    He was teasing her. Gianni was merciless.
    Reaching between her legs, he dipped his fingers into the cream covering her. Lifting his fingers to his lips, he said, “Mmm, you are wet. Let me taste.” And he plunged his fingers into his mouth, sucking hard.
    The sight of him sucking his fingers made her think of him sucking her clit. Leah shuddered. She grabbed his shoulders and squeezed. “Please.”
    Gianni’s eyes gleamed. “What, baby?”
    “I need…”
    “What do you need? Tell me.”
    He stood there, his cock thick and rigid, his eyes glazed with arousal. Yet he maintained control, and had the ability to calmly ask her a question like that. That fact was sexier than if he’d come at her fiercely, unable to hold back.
    Leah fell toward him and pressed her lips to his. She didn’t care if he intended to delay. There was no way to resist him. She delved into his hot mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck. Gianni cupped her ass and squeezed.
    Then he lifted her up, and Leah wrapped her legs around him. Gianni carried her to the end of the bed and lowered her onto the long padded bench at the end of it. He kneeled before her and put his palms on her inner thighs to press them open.
    Leah threw her head back, praying he would take her.
    Gianni fingered her wet slit and swirled his finger around her clit. Her ragged breathing grew louder. Reaching to the corner of the bed, he picked up a tiny packet and ripped it open. She hadn’t noticed it sitting there before, and a fleeting thought that he had prepared for this crossed her mind.
    Deftly, he rolled on the condom, and then their eyes locked. Leah raked her hands through his hair, but Gianni caught her wrists and pressed them against the bed, out to her sides. She leaned against the