The Millionaire's Virgin. Sophie WestonЧитать онлайн книгу.
you naughty, naughty girl?’
With each word, Tino’s hand landed firmly on the soft pink swell of Lisa’s bottom until she thought she would pass out from an overdose of pleasure.
‘Have you learned your lesson yet?’ he demanded.
‘No!’ Lisa exclaimed as loud as she could when her face was muffled by the bedclothes and she was teetering on the edge of the biggest climax of her life. ‘I need much more. Oh…’ She sighed with pleasure as he changed his touch into a stroke.
She was moving now, rubbing herself against him, lifting her buttocks towards his hand, inviting more and more of the delicious taps. She was more aroused than she had ever been. She had needed this. It made her trust him, showed her how right it could be with the right man. She had to have him now—all of him. ‘All right, all right—I submit…’
Swinging her round, Tino settled her on the soft bank of pillows. ‘Say it, then.’
‘Say what?’
‘I, Lisa Bond…’
‘I, Lisa Bond,’ Lisa repeated huskily, holding his stare.
‘Submit to whatever you decide will bring me most pleasure.’
‘That’s far too much for me to remember,’ she complained, reaching for him.
‘Submit,’ he growled, dragging her close.
Lisa’s eyes darkened as she looked at him. ‘Not without a fight.’
‘Of course. I would hate to disappoint you.’
And this time when Tino kissed her he denied her nothing. Just the touch of his warm, naked flesh pressing against her body drew whimpers of pleasure from her lips. His arms were strong and firm around her, and he kissed her passionately, tenderly, letting her show him what she wanted, and then responding with more skill than she could ever have imagined a man might be capable of.
‘Oh, Tino, I love—’
He silenced her with another kiss, frightened of what she might say, frightened of the depth of feeling welling inside him. He wasn’t supposed to feel anything outside the need to satisfy them both. He was in a hurry to lose himself in sensation and ease the pain that came with knowing he didn’t deserve anything good…
‘Tino?’
When she saw the expression in his eyes Lisa looked away. The emptiness was too much to bear. Looking into each other’s eyes was like looking into a mirror. They were both so frightened of being hurt again, and they’d had more than enough pain as children to last them a lifetime. ‘Will you make love to me now?’
He smiled slowly. She was the most desirable woman he had ever met, and she was prompting him? ‘I’ve never had to be reminded of my duty before.’
‘Your duty? And I don’t want to hear about before.’
She was right. She was a virgin. It had to be special for her. He would make sure it was. ‘I have to be sure this is what you want.’
‘I am sure—and I don’t think you need much prompting now.’ She wrapped her hands around him.
The breath gusted out of his lungs at her touch. ‘That feels so good.’
He had never taken a woman so carefully, so tenderly, or with such tightly reined in passion. Lisa’s only experience had been at her own hands. He could understand it, it made perfect sense; she was always in control that way. It made him super-aware of her now, super-sensitive to her breathing, and to the look in her eyes, to the set of her mouth, and to the touch of her hands on his body. He wanted it to be perfect for her. He wanted it to be the first time that either of them had ever felt like this.
Lisa drew in a sharp breath as Tino entered her, and then softened when she felt his brief hesitation. She didn’t want him to think he was hurting her and stop. The surprise at his size had been welcome, the panic over almost before it began. She had never imagined it could be like this, that any man could be so tender, that she could feel so cherished, or so safe. ‘Please, Tino… please don’t stop.’
Caressing her with his warm, strong hands, he did as she asked, tipping her up to meet him so that he could inhabit her completely, and then he groaned as she tightened her muscles around him, drawing him deeper still.
‘Are you sure you want this?’ He nuzzled her neck as she bucked beneath him.
‘Yes, but more than anything I want to please you.’
‘You are pleasing me,’ he assured her.
He made his strokes deep and slow, relishing the sight of her passion-dampened face. He gave the greatest pleasure he could as the silken noose of her body sucked on him convulsively. He applied a little more pressure at the end of each long thrust until finally she gazed at him in disbelief.
‘It’s so good,’ she managed breathlessly. ‘Oh, please don’t stop… Don’t ever stop.’
Her fingernails raked across his shoulders. He barely felt the pain as he slowed the pace to keep her teetering above the abyss of intense sensation for as long as he could. But then the tension in her face, the absolute hunger in her eyes, as well as the apprehension he sensed in her as she approached pleasure beyond her understanding, proved too much for him, and with a few firm strokes he pushed her over the edge.
She cried out then, joyously, continuously, as if the powerful spasms would never end. He held her firmly and it took all his strength just to keep her in position without hurting her while he made sure that she didn’t miss a single, satisfying moment of pleasure.
He calmed her afterwards with long, soothing strokes, until she stirred restlessly again. ‘Aren’t you satisfied yet?’
‘I’ll never have enough of you,’ she admitted, knowing she meant that in every way.
‘What else do you have in mind?’
As he teased her she drew back inwardly into her little shell of uncertainty. She wanted one thing, but Tino wanted something else. And she wanted too much. ‘How about I ride you into submission?’ The front she could always put in place to hide uncertainty in any given situation had really come into its own, Lisa realised, tossing her hair back provocatively.
‘To the finish, if you please.’
‘If you insist.’
‘I do insist,’ Tino assured her, swinging her on top of him.
She eased down on him slowly, and rubbed herself rhythmically against him. She was composed entirely of sensation…
‘No,’ he insisted softly, ‘let me do that for you.’
She gasped and slumped inert as his searching fingers found her, and gently, skillfully, began to work. ‘I won’t be able to move a muscle if you don’t stop doing that.’
‘Then I shall have to stop,’ he said, pretending regret, ‘because I’m holding you to your promise.’
When he took his hand away she started to move again, taking him deep inside her. But then she teased him, pulling back, and making him wait—but he was having none of it, and caught her to him again. Lisa’s spirit soared as Tino took control, and as their eyes met in that moment they were one. He touched her delicately, and persuasively, until she could only move convulsively in time to a rhythm of his choice until they climaxed violently together.
Sleeping in Tino’s arms was almost the best part of all, Lisa realised. She had woken in the middle of the night, and now she traced the line of his lips with one finger. She gasped as he captured the tip in his mouth. ‘I thought you were asleep.’
‘Barely.’ He narrowed his eyes to look at her. ‘In fact, I need very little sleep.’
‘That’s good to hear.’
‘Isn’t it?’ he said, moving behind her.