He said, ‘I refuse to take you on a pool table for the first time. I’ve been fantasising all day about laying you out and tasting every inch of you, and for that we need a bed.’
The heat inside Sidonie shot to boiling point at the thought of himfantasisingabout this, and at the thought of being spreadeagled, naked, for this man to explore. And that this would be theirfirsttime, not their only time.
‘Oh...’ was all she could manage as Alexio shouldered his way into his room, which was dark apart from one low light in the corner and the glittering lights of the city outside.
When he got to the bed he laid Sidonie down and stood back. She was breathless. Her body was still hovering on the edge of fulfilment and she ached for completion. But she sensed that Alexio wasn’t about to allow either of them a quick release.
As if reading her mind, he said throatily, ‘I want you so much that I’m tempted to take you now, hard and fast... I want to...’
She’d never experienced hard and fast. She’d experienced mundane and underwhelming. Feeling unaccountably shy, although she was all but naked and panting for the man, Sidonie said in a small voice, ‘I don’t mind...’
Alexio shook his head and looked grim, his hands going to his jeans, where Sidonie’s eyes dropped to watch with mounting fascination.
‘No, you don’t get off that easily—not after that little sideshow back there.’
Sidonie couldn’t drag her gaze back up. She could only watch, helpless, as Alexio opened his buttons and then pushed his jeans down, taking his underwear with them. Her eyes widened and she went even hotter, if that was possible. He was...magnificent. Andbig.
A shiver of trepidation ran through her and finally she managed to look at him.
He almost grimaced at her wide eyes. ‘Another reason why this won’t be hard and fast... I need to make sure you’re ready... I don’t want to hurt you.’
His concern made Sidonie’s chest constrict, and even through the heat haze engulfing her she was aware of a little voice:danger...danger...
But then Alexio was bending over her, his big hands making quick work of her underwear, tugging it off her hips and down her legs.
He stood back and looked at her again. Sidonie wanted to turn away and hide herself. Instantly self-conscious. Was he measuring her up against his last lover? Finding her wanting? A disappointment? Did the fact that she wasn’t shaved everywhere turn him off?
She brought her arm over her breasts and turned her head, unable to watch him looking at her so intently. And then the bed dipped and his long, powerful body was beside her, legs touching hers, his erection between them, his arms coming around her.
‘Don’t feel shy...’ His hand tipped her chin towards him so she had to meet his gaze. ‘You’re beautiful...and I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone.’
Sidonie looked into those gorgeous exotic eyes and searched for some hint of insincerity. She couldn’t see it. She could see something, though—something unguarded for a moment, as if he was surprised by what he’d said. She was afraid of the tug of emotion in the pit of her being.
Suddenly Sidonie was aware of thinking too much again, and she put her hand up to touch his jaw, reached up to kiss him. All she knew was that she wanted him too—more than anything she’d ever experienced.
When he drew her into his body so that they were touching length to length a wave of intense desire washed through her, brushing aside any doubts and questions. She wanted Alexio to slide into her right then, couldn’t bear the thought of the drawn-out torture he’d promised to inflict, and as if reading her mind—again—he stopped and pulled back for a moment.
His voice was guttural. ‘I don’t think I can wait—as much as I want to...’
Sidonie moved so that his leg slid between hers. She could feel how wet she was, ready for him, and she moved against his thigh. His eyes flared.
‘I don’t want you to wait... I need you too.’
It was a primal, urgent request. Alexio reached behind him to a small cabinet by the bed and took something out. Sidonie realised what it was when he ripped open the foil packet and stroked the condom onto his thick length.
Pressing her down, Alexio came over her, pushing her legs apart. He reached between them and touched her with his fingers, stroking her, entering her. She bent her knees on either side of him and had to bite the inside of her cheek to stop herself from begging him to stop...to go on.
And then he took his hand away and he was guiding the thickness of his erection to her soft folds, pushing in gently, stretching her. Pushing deeper. He was awe-inspiring as he loomed over her. Shoulders broad and powerful, chest sheened with sweat. He pushed her knees further apart, baring her to him completely. Demanding she open up to him.
Something was happening inside Sidonie—some awakening. She’d had sex before, but this felt different. Infinitely different. Slowly, inch by torturous inch, Alexio slid into her, giving her time to adapt and take him, his eyes never leaving hers. She saw sweat break out on his brow, felt the tension in his big body.
‘Moro mou...you’re so tight...’
Instinctively Sidonie tilted her hips, forcing Alexio to thrust deeper, and the movement made her gasp. He filled her now completely.
‘Are you okay?’ he asked.
Sidonie was speechless. But she nodded. Shewasokay. More than okay. She felt whole, joined to him like this. She moved her hips again experimentally and Alexio drew out a little. Her body clasped at him as he went, already relishing the moment when he would slide back in again, seeking for that delicious friction.
