A Life Sublime (15 page)

It drifted into a world beyond her reality because no one had ever kissed her with this intensity. It had never crossed her mind that someone like him would want to pour all his passion inside her. It was so much more than a kiss; it felt like life. He made her feel she was the centre of their world.
I deserve this, I do, I deserve to be loved by him. If only for today.

He urged her legs around his waist, one of his hefty arms locking her against him. Her muffled shriek barely bounced from the island’s cliff face when his fingers pressed against the gusset of her costume, inflaming her to the core.
Oh my!
Too much, too bold! But she wouldn’t have asked him to stop, even if she could give voice to the suggestion. His sheer strength was keeping them both afloat, because she wasn’t doing anything but holding onto him and allowing long buried feelings to overwhelm her. All modesty was forgotten and she was the same woman who wouldn’t have a sandwich in the street. Ignoring boats and yachts that passed them, she closed her eyes tighter, kissed him harder, barely breathing as his hand moved rapidly between her thighs, as he murmured to her in Italian.

“I don’t know what you’re saying but it sounds lovely,” she gasped.

“I am,” he translated between kisses, “saying my gorgeous Bella, my Bella. I need you.”

The trembling started in her toes, chased by the delicate sensation of hot silk ribbons stroking over her lower belly before they spread out, without warning, all over her. She allowed him to hold her still for a while, her eyes closed and her chin on his shoulder. Her heart beat at a contented purr as she noticed with surprise the water around them wasn’t bubbling with heat. This was what all the fuss was about. And what a delightful fuss it was.

“Let’s go back to the boat,” she whispered in his ear.

“Bella…”

“Condoms,” she reminded him beginning to swim back.

“Excuse me?”

Someone had to explain it to him. “I am the practice manager for a health clinic. Do you know how many people my age come in with STDs? Hard lessons learned. Pope or no Pope. Come on.”

He burst out laughing before swimming after her.

From the moment they stepped back onto the boat, wrapped in fluffy, cool towels, Massimo couldn’t believe what was happening. Belinda was now in command of the seduction. There was something in the sea. Had to be. Because it was Belinda who took his hand and marched them into the bathroom of the main cabin, closing the door behind them. He went to reach for her, pull her into him, relish the realisation of his fantasy, only to be stopped with a palm to his chest.

“Shower.”

“Bella…”

“Don’t tell me you don’t have problems with your blood pressure. Do you know how much salt you’ve swallowed?”

Without waiting for him to respond, she turned on the shower, feeling for warmth. His eyes devoured her body, the towel slipping from her like a Reuben’s painting. The beauty of her was not just in the exaggerated tempting curve of her powerful buttocks, but the rich, velvet-smooth skin of her back. He stepped closer and saw the hairs on her shoulders had bleached a bright, burnished gold in the sunshine. The arch look she gave him stirred his cock from hard into unrelenting stone. “Come on. You can wash my hair.”

“That will do to start,” he murmured, entering into the shower more than big enough for the both of them. Massimo didn’t believe in excess space. She uncurled his hand from around her waist and placed a bottle of shampoo in it.

“The cleaner I am, the happier I will be.”

“Incentives, very good.” His hands skated over her wet skin. “But I already have you exactly where I want you.”

Her shudder echoed through his own flesh the second his mouth touched her ear. “You’ll like it better when you do what I say. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

She rolled her shoulders, pressing her sweet ass to his nude groin, tilting her head back to him. If she hadn’t given him such a stern command, the woman would be bent at the waist with his cock buried deep inside her. Warming the shampoo into his palms and simultaneously telling his body to behave like he had control of his faculties, he smoothed the liquid through the silk strands of Belinda’s hair. The moans of appreciation coincided with the rolls his fingers made over her scalp, the
nero
of the strands swirling with the bright white foam and the butter glazed tan of his skin. She wriggled against him and he thrust his hips out of her reach.

“Trust me, I will not stop to let you wash the soap out of your eyes if you are not careful.”

“I thought you wanted me to think you’re nice?”

“I am nice. I am also desperate to have you.”

“Oh that feels wonderful,” she part growled, when his thumbs pressed enticingly over the back of her neck.

“God,” he whispered. “That is enough, your hair is clean.”

She turned to face him, his cock brushing over her silken hip only to arch her back under the spray of water, allowing the suds to slide over acres of smooth brown flesh. Of their own accord, his hands cupped her head, gently squeezing the soap away.

“Clean?” he asked, lightly touching his lips to hers.

“No.”

With a grunt of disappointment, he took a bottle of one of the shower gels and quickly rubbed the foam over his body.

“And what about me?”

“If you touch me now, neither of us will have anything to remember.”

She raked both hands through her wet hair, finger combing in conditioner whilst lifting her dark rosette nipples tantalisingly into his vision. “I can at least do your back?”

“No,” he muttered. Stroking his huge palms over luscious flesh, he explored every dimple, every swell, and every valley that made her a visual and tactile feast before he arched her back to leave her hair slicked from her forehead.

“Are you all right?” she asked, tilting her head back to look at him. “Your thing looks painful.”

He halted. “I beg your pardon?”

“Your thingymebob.” She indicated his cock, angry, red and pressed insistently against her soft belly.

“Bella,” he said slowly. “I am a man. This is my
cazzo
. Say
cazzo
.”

“
Cazzo
,” she responded with perfect inflection.

Ah, what pleasure to hear his pure Belinda say something rather dirty in his own language! “Say
chiavare.
”

“What?”

“It is what we are going to do,” he murmured, the tips of his fingers circling her nipple, coaxing her into doing his bid. “
Chiavare.”

She repeated the word with the slightest stroke over the head of his cock. He sucked in his breath through his teeth. “Say fuckstick.”

Belinda burst out laughing. “What in God’s name!”

“I would like to hear you say it because it is ridiculous.”

Giggling she said, “All right, you have a very nice looking fuckstick.”

“
Baciami
,” he whispered.

“English, Massimo.”

“I said, kiss me.”

She sent him the slightest of frowns before turning off the shower. “Why are you giving me orders? I know what I’m doing.” To prove her point, she pressed her thumb along the weeping slit of his cock. He gripped her arms as the sensation rocketed through him.

Gently, he tugged her hand from his sex and pulled her into his arms. “It is because you do know what you are doing that I must take control. Now kiss me.”

Everything forgotten with Massimo’s mouth against her own, Belinda sank into his kiss. He felt glorious against her, firm muscle, all heat and wet hardness. All hers. Just for today. He coaxed her out of the shower and picked up huge, soft bath sheets. They dried each other off with towels in between giddy kisses that Massimo pressed to various parts of her body, following where the towel had touched. She shrieked to feel the loops of cotton brushing back and forth over her mons, then lower. It was the gentlest sort of torture and it felt amazing.

In revenge, she wrapped a towel clad hand over his cock, stroking once, with a wicked smile lifting her lips. Massimo pulled her closer and gave her one, fearsome slap to the bottom. It echoed over both cheeks his hand was so large.

“Do not tempt me any more than you already have.”

His warning didn’t faze her one little bit, until he pulled her into the main cabin. Now she was in proximity of a bed, a long held modesty made Belinda want to turn off all the lights and dive beneath the covers. But instead, he sat in the centre of the bed and pulled her on top of him. He continued to look her in the eyes while he worshipfully caressed her flesh with his broad palms. She understood why he did so. He was testing her reactions to his touch, attempting to find the particular part of her to make her arch into him, her eyes darken, her mouth part in response. It didn’t seem to make much difference, because wherever he touched her, she laughed. Not that she could help herself, it was so completely beyond what she could have ever dreamed up about him.

She’d never had much sensation in her breasts due to their size or lack of attention paid to them, either one she had no idea, but she was genuinely amazed when he took a nipple into the heat of his mouth, then gently bit down, for a shriek to burst from her throat. The spike of his teeth in her breast shot straight to her pussy. He followed the bite with a stroke of his tongue, his dark head against her chest. Both his hands curved into the small of her back as he cradled her in his lap. He felt as hard and hot as a curling iron between her pussy lips, trying to slip inside, but her body simply refused to let him.

“Bella,” he said, voice soft with confusion.

“It’s been a long time,” she grumbled, burying her face in his neck. “Almost as if it never happened, it’s been that long.”

He gave her a long, slow and extremely thorough kiss until she almost forgot why he did so. “I understand.”

What the hell am I nervous about?
she thought as he laid her back against the sheets. Unable to help flinching at the first touch of his hand sweeping over her skin in one long stroke from her chin, his thumb grazing the column of her throat, down to her ankles, she relaxed when he did it again. Over and over until she arched into the heat of his palms, every single hair on her body rising to meet him. When his hands finished lulling her into dreamy lust, he replaced his fingers with his mouth. There wasn’t a patch of skin he didn’t touch with his lips, each corner lifted with amusement.

Slowly, he spread her legs once more and covered her entire pussy in his mouth. No modesty, shame or otherwise could have prevented the howl she gave at the feel of him there. He feasted on her, stroking over her with his tongue and following with his fingers. Her cream flowed like a tap had been turned on inside her to its fullest. Her body’s confusion ran rampant. She couldn’t stop parting her legs then drawing them tightly together if he caught those buzzing nerve endings with the soft tip of his tongue, or the edge of his hand. Taking her by surprise, she was suddenly seized by immobility then pure bliss rained over every single part of her. Where she was, what happened at any time before that very moment was irrelevant under Massimo’s talented mouth. Finally, the orgasm released her, leaving her shaking and sated on the stark white sheets of the yacht.

Opening her eyes, she saw that he had encased his cock in latex and was gently probing at her pussy with one hand guiding him into her. With his other hand, his thumb rested on her clit and rubbed in slow circles, sending repeated shudders over the surface of her skin. Yes, she knew this. This was all so very deliciously familiar and yet she couldn’t recall the sensation of intensity being so high. Sliding his cock through the circle of his fingers, he began to penetrate her. He looked agonised, she thought, reaching up to stroke her hands over his shoulders, his chest and his arms, her palms slipping with the sweat of his strain. Her pussy slowly began to accept him, permitting him deeper with each thrust. She arched with his action, meeting him half way until he surged into her completely. “Yes Bella,” he groaned, “take all of me.”