The Ambassador and Me: an unlikely love story (The Ambassador Trilogy Book 1) by Mia Villano Page B
Authors: Mia Villano
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became frightened at the look he gave me and the manner at which he took charge once inside his room. Suddenly, a sexual animalistic urge hit me. Goosebumps formed on my body as I was about to find out what he had in mind.
My sexual appetite had been in overdrive. My love for sex and having a man touch me had been strong. With Anthony, I seemed to not be satisfied and wanted more and more. I had not been with a man for a year, and that was a one-night stand with a guy too drunk to care about what I needed. I was beyond excited to be fully fucked. I wanted the touch of a man, of this man.
He walked over to the bed and held out his arms.
I walked into him. He was fully dressed. His hands so soft and big were against my naked back. Our mouths were not even an inch apart as we gazed into each other’s eyes. I knew once he kissed me our passion would ignite. The first brush of his lips sent an awakening inside me. A hunger took over and I wanted more. His mouth covered mine and I moaned. He tasted delicious. His mouth moved to my jaw and my neck. His hands worked their way to my ass, which he squeezed softly. My hands roamed up his chest feeling his hard contoured muscles through is shirt. He felt perfect. His scent intoxicated me. The way he tasted was like nothing I had experienced before. I couldn’t get enough of him. I started to unbutton his jeans
“Turn around.”
I turned around so that my back pressed up to him. He was so warm. The only sound in the room was my panting and a waterfall I heard in the background somewhere. He picked up my hair and moved to one side of my neck. His hands splayed across my stomach as he pushed me into him. His lips caressed my neck. Fabrice knew exactly where to touch me. Desire swelled in my stomach.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered as his lips touched my ear.
My hands reached behind me. I grabbed on to his hair. Instant lust and want exploded inside me. His hands went from my stomach and slipped up to my breasts. His warm mouth worked down my neck as his fingertips brushed my hardened nipples. One of his hands slipped between my legs as he tweaked my breast. My legs almost gave out.
“You are so wet. When is the last time you had sex?” he whispered in my ear.
“I don’t know. With a man a year ago.”
“With a man? Do you enjoy women also?” He kept teasing me letting his fingers trace the outline of my wet lips.
“No, I enjoy my vibrator. Quite a bit since I saw you.”
“Is that right? Can your vibrator do this, make you this wet, or touch you like I’m touching you?” His hands felt wonderful all over my body. Like warm silk against my skin. I wanted to fuck his brains out.
“No, Fabrice. My vibrator doesn’t do this.” I turned around and began to take his shirt off.
“No. I will take it off when I am ready, Isabella. Remember what I told you. This is different with me.” His accent was strong as I stared at him.
His mouth trailed soft kisses across my shoulders and down to my breasts. He took one in his mouth and it was so hot. My nipple hardened as he sucked and bit it lightly with his teeth. My clit spasmed and I couldn’t help but moan. My skin was feverish. I wanted to lie down on the bed and have him underneath me. I wanted to strip him bare with my teeth. His fingertips caressed my nipples that he sucked. His hand reached between my legs and I was dripping wet.
“You’re so wet for me, Isabella. Do you like what I’m doing to you?” he whispered.
His fingers brushed my throbbing clit. I had a hard time standing as his fingers found their way inside me. I was so close to an orgasm it hurt. One slight skillful move and I would come. His hand on me was warm against the coolness of the air in the room. His eyes shined darker blue when I made eye contact with him. His other hand made light sweeps against my nipple.
“Are you afraid? You are shaking.”
I shook my head no. I was not afraid. For the first time in a long time, I felt
My sexual appetite had been in overdrive. My love for sex and having a man touch me had been strong. With Anthony, I seemed to not be satisfied and wanted more and more. I had not been with a man for a year, and that was a one-night stand with a guy too drunk to care about what I needed. I was beyond excited to be fully fucked. I wanted the touch of a man, of this man.
He walked over to the bed and held out his arms.
I walked into him. He was fully dressed. His hands so soft and big were against my naked back. Our mouths were not even an inch apart as we gazed into each other’s eyes. I knew once he kissed me our passion would ignite. The first brush of his lips sent an awakening inside me. A hunger took over and I wanted more. His mouth covered mine and I moaned. He tasted delicious. His mouth moved to my jaw and my neck. His hands worked their way to my ass, which he squeezed softly. My hands roamed up his chest feeling his hard contoured muscles through is shirt. He felt perfect. His scent intoxicated me. The way he tasted was like nothing I had experienced before. I couldn’t get enough of him. I started to unbutton his jeans
“Turn around.”
I turned around so that my back pressed up to him. He was so warm. The only sound in the room was my panting and a waterfall I heard in the background somewhere. He picked up my hair and moved to one side of my neck. His hands splayed across my stomach as he pushed me into him. His lips caressed my neck. Fabrice knew exactly where to touch me. Desire swelled in my stomach.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered as his lips touched my ear.
My hands reached behind me. I grabbed on to his hair. Instant lust and want exploded inside me. His hands went from my stomach and slipped up to my breasts. His warm mouth worked down my neck as his fingertips brushed my hardened nipples. One of his hands slipped between my legs as he tweaked my breast. My legs almost gave out.
“You are so wet. When is the last time you had sex?” he whispered in my ear.
“I don’t know. With a man a year ago.”
“With a man? Do you enjoy women also?” He kept teasing me letting his fingers trace the outline of my wet lips.
“No, I enjoy my vibrator. Quite a bit since I saw you.”
“Is that right? Can your vibrator do this, make you this wet, or touch you like I’m touching you?” His hands felt wonderful all over my body. Like warm silk against my skin. I wanted to fuck his brains out.
“No, Fabrice. My vibrator doesn’t do this.” I turned around and began to take his shirt off.
“No. I will take it off when I am ready, Isabella. Remember what I told you. This is different with me.” His accent was strong as I stared at him.
His mouth trailed soft kisses across my shoulders and down to my breasts. He took one in his mouth and it was so hot. My nipple hardened as he sucked and bit it lightly with his teeth. My clit spasmed and I couldn’t help but moan. My skin was feverish. I wanted to lie down on the bed and have him underneath me. I wanted to strip him bare with my teeth. His fingertips caressed my nipples that he sucked. His hand reached between my legs and I was dripping wet.
“You’re so wet for me, Isabella. Do you like what I’m doing to you?” he whispered.
His fingers brushed my throbbing clit. I had a hard time standing as his fingers found their way inside me. I was so close to an orgasm it hurt. One slight skillful move and I would come. His hand on me was warm against the coolness of the air in the room. His eyes shined darker blue when I made eye contact with him. His other hand made light sweeps against my nipple.
“Are you afraid? You are shaking.”
I shook my head no. I was not afraid. For the first time in a long time, I felt
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