★JANIE★

"Do you want me?" Luciano asked as he lowered me gently on the soft bed.

"Yes," I mumbled, almost out of breath.

Somehow, his body covered mine on the bed, without me noticing. His hand snaked around the back of my neck — his fingers warm against my cooler skin.

My face automatically tilted up towards his, but my lips parted open out of sheer pleasure.

His mouth captured mine, and this time, it was gentle, coaxing and I felt like he'd lit a fire that ran through my veins. His lips teased mine inviting me closer, and before I knew it, my hands were pressed against his chest. The fiery warmth of his skin burned through the expensive cotton of his shirt.

Thereafter, his chest muscles shifted beneath my hands as he lifted his other arm to curve around my waist, drawing me closer to him. Hip to hip, there was no denying that he was as fully aroused as me.

Peeling himself up from me, he pulled me to a sitting position then dragged my dress up, over my raised arms, and then tossed it to the ground.

Tension built in my body, coiling tight as he deepened our kiss and coaxed my lips to open with his probing tongue.

He tasted of fine wine, and illicit, unspoken promises. Promises that made me clench my thighs together against the swell of desire that rippled through my body before centering at the core of my belly.

I rocked my pelvis against him and it incited me further. I kissed him back with a passion I'd never unleashed before, meeting his tongue with mine.

Lifting my hands from his chest, and sliding them upward, over his shoulders and the strong column of his neck, I burrowed my fingers in his hair, holding him to me as his lips devoured mine. I pressed my body against him, my nipples were taut and sensitive against the lace of my bra, my breasts aching for his touch. His mouth traveled to the swell of my breast. As he took one of my nipples into his mouth, my head flew back, my eyes closing on their own.

"Oh, Luciano!" I cried out, my fingers running through his smooth European cut, clutching his head and pulling him closer.

Each feeling that coursed through my veins, sent me to cloud nine.

As his hands and mouth slid over my skin, the craving burst to the surface once again. Luciano moved down a little, his lips nipping at my tensed stomach, his tongue circling my navel and dipping lower. Every muscle in my body tightened into knots when his hands brushed over the edge of my lace panties. I let go of his head to grip the pillow and brace myself.

My panties came down inch by inch, the anticipation making me crazy until he eased up one of my legs, then the next, to cast them to the side. I was left wearing only my stilettos.

I could not open my eyes, because I was exposed, my trembling aching body on display for him. His hands travel from my ankles up the length of my stilettos buckles. My legs trembled as he moved higher, his touch blazing a trail across my skin. I clutched the pillow with all my might, my eyes squeezed shut, and my bottom lips clamped between my teeth.

With gentle pressure, he eased my thighs apart, exposing me to the cool air before his warm breath tickled my skin. Then his fingers danced lazy circles up my thighs, teasing my hip bones. I swallowed hard, my breath caught in my chest as I waited.

Afterward, he tasted me. The feeling was so surreal, almost as if a lightning bolt struck through my entire body. A strained cry escaped my throat from his sudden attack. It was followed by a second, then a more lingering caress that was nearly enough to undo me. He must have sensed it, because he paused, giving me time to recover, then continued his erotic assault on my body.

I opened my eyes when the cold air tickled my skin, only to find out that he had moved away from me, undoing his belt and slipping out of his pants. He wasn't looking down at his hands, though. He was looking at me. Devouring me with his eyes.

I blushed as I stared at his body, hoping he would cover me with his warmth. He was just so beautiful. Every inch of his body looked chiseled from stone, the kind of male perfection that the writers in romantic novels struggled to describe.

In one last move, his pants and briefs slid to the floor. Instantly, he was as exposed as I was. His desire was just as obvious as it thrust proudly at me. My breath caught in my throat. My lips were suddenly dry, forcing me to snake my tongue across them.

Luciano stepped out of his clothes and slowly walked back to me. Without a word, he circled his arms around my waist and lifted me, prompting a soft gasp to escape my lips.

Then he groaned, low and loud, as he buried deep inside me with one full thrust.

"Ah! I let out an earsplitting cry. This was the first time I had a dick in my vagina and it hurts so bad.

Luciano brushed my face with the back of his hands, while I continued wincing in pain.

"Does it hurt?" He queried with concern laced in his voice.

"Hmmm. It hurts." I managed to respond.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked further, this time the lust in his eyes vanished completely, replaced only with readable concern.

"No, continue." I squirmed beneath him, trying to bear the pain as the wall of my vagina stretched to accommodate his large dick.

We stayed, nearly still for a moment as he let me get a grip on myself. And he only began to pick up his pace when I urged him to.

Luciano eased my back against the mattress, his hands cupping the swell of my bottom. His fingertips dug into my ample flesh. Slowly, agonizingly so, he withdrew and thrust forward, beginning an easy rhythm.

I clung to him, my face buried in his neck as he moved. With every movement, he went deeper and thrust harder, driving me closer and closer to the edge. His breath was hot and ragged in my ear, mingling with whispers I couldn't quite understand over my cries.

I was nearly there, aching to go over the precipice, yet hesitant to let this all go. My teeth gritted tight, my nails digging into his flexing shoulder blades. I couldn't resist Luciano.

Making love to him was greater than I anticipated.

The rush of my addiction pumped through my veins.

Luciano gripped me with almost crushing strength to thrust in a short, quick movement that left me no choice in this matter. The pressure built up, washing over me like a tidal wave. And I became a moaning mess.

"Yes," he hissed into my ear, coaxing my release as he held my thrashing body tight against him. When I stilled, softening in his arms from exhaustion, he moved quickly shouting my name with his last few thrusts. "Fuck, Janie!"

After attaining orgasm, he didn't pull away from me. His cock remain buried in my vagina, and I ran my tongue over my dry lips as we stared into each other's eyes. Our labored breathing filled the atmosphere. Despite the initial pain and the burning sensation in my vagina, I enjoyed every bit of what we just had.

"Mine!" He growled, nuzzling my nose with his. "You are mine, Janie Braxton. Fucking mine. And I cannot stop blessing the day I set my eyes on your picture."

Though, I felt a little shy since this was my first time. However, Luciano didn't leave much odds for me to feel embarrassed as he engaged us in small talk.

"Did you consider me pretty?"

"You were like a goddess and I wondered if someone this pretty could exist."

I laughed at his remark.

"So what was your first impression of me?" Luciano asked and I pressed my lips together.

"Well to me, you were very scary, intimidating as hell, but incredibly handsome."

Luciano chuckled. "So I tickled your fancy?"

I clicked my tongue against the roof of my mouth. "I won't really say you tickled my fancy. But yet again, I considered you an incredibly attractive psycho."

"Psycho?" He quirked his brows. "Is that a new nickname?"

"No, it's not."

Luciano tickled me and then began placing scattered kisses on my nose, lips, eyes, and neck. He eased himself out of me and I felt sudden pain throbbing my vagina.

I watched as he walked to a door, opened it then came out seconds later with a bowl of steaming water and a towel.

"Let's press you up. Take a shower. Afterward, we will have our meal."