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Releasing her, Alessandro eased off the bed, sinking to his knees. Reaching beneath her, he cupped her rump and scooted her to the edge. Still muzzy and dazed with pleasure, she looked down at him with bewildered curiosity. Grinning devilishly, he ran his hands down from her thighs to her knees and with gentle pressure made to part them.
Thrown into a state of absolute shock, Mélisande resisted.
“I want to see all of you,” Alessandro whispered harshly, his dark eyes ravenous. “Every. Last. Inch.” He leaned down and kissed her knees, then the inside of a creamy thigh. “There will be no limit to the intimacies we will share this night and for many nights to come. Are you going to let modesty or fear get in the way of your pleasure?”
He’s right. There was no room for reticence between them, no room and no time. Besides, he was an experienced lover, she reasoned. There was probably nothing she could do that was capable of shocking or embarrassing him, so why should it embarrass her? Still, she trembled a little as his warm hands smoothed over her flesh, heating it in spite of the chill air and her damp skin.
Desire quickly overtook modesty and she acquiesced, until at last her legs were spread wide and she lay exposed before him.
Quickly, he shifted forward. Running his hands along the sensitive flesh of her silky inner thighs, he grazed her core with his thumb. The breath exploded from her lungs as he dipped into her dewy center and rubbed the tip of her hood with that slickness.
“Let me show you the meaning of pleasure, my Mélisande,” Alessandro murmured, his eyes meeting hers in a scorching stare. Slowly, he began stroking the moist outer region in a gentle massage.
“I—I’ve been told to expect pain the first time,” she whispered shakily through the haze. “I am ready.” It would have to hurt only this once, and then afterward she could concentrate on the more pleasant aspects of lovemaking.
Smiling tenderly, Alessandro shook his head. “Not quite yet, my love. But soon. And I will make it so that it is but a momentary sting quickly forgotten,” he promised, continuing to massage and stroke her until she relaxed again.
With the lightest of touches, he caressed the inner folds of her blossom, parting her with gentle fingers, revealing the engorged bud hidden within the recesses.
The initial shock at feeling his hot breath on the core of her femininity translated instantly into pure pleasure as Alessandro’s mouth closed over her and drew gently upon her swollen flesh. His tongue slipped between her folds to tease, and Mélisande’s hands, which had thrust forward to push him away, now stilled and twined into his thick hair, pulling him closer.
Alessandro flicked the bud of her womanhood much as he had her nipples, and she moaned, unable to bear it in silence. Arching back in surrender, she lay down, exposing more of her delicate flesh to this new, delightful torment.
He took full advantage.
Writhing and gasping with each tender stroke of his tongue, the tension built within Mélisande until she felt she would die of it. A hot, tingling sensation pulsated within, threatening to overwhelm her, and she pulled at Alessandro’s hair, wanting more. He laughed softly, and with a wild thrill, she felt the low rumbling of it resonate through her womanly flesh.
Rising up, he again grasped her bottom, sliding her toward him to seat her snugly against himself. His turgid manhood stood between them, hot, thick, and hard against the gentle curve of her belly.
Mélisande tasted herself as he claimed her mouth. It was inconceivably shocking, and the most erotic thing she could possibly imagine. She gave herself up to that dark kiss, her hands skimming over his hard shoulders, tracing his collarbone as his tongue teased her bottom lip. His skin was warm velvet stretched over unyielding rock, and she could not resist the overwhelming compulsion to touch him.
He stood and leaned over her, maneuvering them both fully onto the bed, pressing her full length against his body. He began to again tease her breasts while he gently stroked her petals, sliding the tip of one finger in and out, grazing the delicate, swollen bud hidden within.
When her breathing grew erratic and her hips began to move rhythmically of their own volition, he shifted and settled himself between her knees, again dipping to taste her. Her hips bucked as his tongue tormented her, her hands clutching at his hair.
At last, Alessandro rose and guided himself to her moist entrance.
As the blunt, dewed tip of his manhood pushed aside her folds, Mélisande’s eyes flew wide with fear. He hesitated only an instant before plunging into her tight passage, muffling her outcry with his mouth as he claimed her utterly.
She felt her maiden’s barrier give way with only momentary resistance, the sharp stab of fiery pain immediately followed by a hot, throbbing fullness that seeped into her very bones as her body accommodated his length and girth. He remained motionless inside her, holding steady, his arms trembling with the effort. Soon, the discomfort faded into a new sensation.
They were one being.
His every movement was felt deep within her core. After a few moments, a new tension began to build there as the fire of his initial penetration was replaced by a deep, pleasurable ache that caused her to wriggle her hips to seat him more firmly. She squeezed her buttocks together to shift upward and felt the length of him harden anew. His answering groan seemed torn from somewhere deep inside.
Alessandro began to move then, retreating a little and then coming back slowly into her slickness, again and again, until he was withdrawing nearly the full length of himself before easing back in.
Mélisande shuddered and closed her eyes, her head thrown back, little moans escaping her throat. Her legs cradled his torso and her hips rose to meet him, welcoming, encouraging. There was only pleasure now, intense pleasure. It mounted with each long stroke until she began to again feel the sweet, tingling tension at the place where their bodies were joined. Slowly, it radiated out to the rest of her, continuing to build, until at last she dug her nails into his flesh.
Her ragged voice cried out his name, just once, as the tension finally broke, shattering Mélisande’s world into countless fragments of ecstasy. Liquid, molten heat welled from the deeps, suffusing her from the inside out as she and Alessandro moved together to that most ancient of rhythms. With each pulse, she became more deeply immersed in the pleasurable sensations running riot through her body.
Her mind had only one coherent thought: this is what I was made for.
Alessandro slowly withdrew nearly all the way to hover at her entrance. She clutched him impatiently until, with a groan, he sank back into her. Her body embracing him wholly, he shouted in exultation as his own pleasure at last burst forth. Clasping her tightly, he shuddered, burying his head in the curve of her neck.
Mélisande held him thus, listening to his breath rasp in her ear.
In the stillness that followed, the lovers lay together heart to heart,
