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“Do not thank me yet, amora,” he said, lying back against the pillows. “My help comes at a price.”
In response to his teasing tone, Mélisande came to stand before him. Loosening the ties of her wrapper, she let it fall. “Oh? Does it? Name your price, then.”
“You asked me to teach you the ways of love, did you not?”
“I did indeed.”
Pulling aside the sheet, he grinned. “In return for my assistance, you will show me what you’ve learned thus far.”
With curious hands, she explored his male form. His rapid intake of breath as she touched one of his nipples brought another smile to her lips. She circled it with the tip of a finger, watching as his eyes closed and the pulse at his throat jumped.
Her gaze dropped. Boldly, she ran her hand down the trail of dark, springy hair that led to the seat of his masculinity. Thick and heavy, it lay in wait. His breath caught again as she traced the sensitive flesh of the rim, his cock leaping at her light touch.
A strangled chuckle issued from her lover, and her gaze snapped to his face. He was smiling, but it was a pained expression that clearly said she was tormenting him.
Grinning, she mercilessly continued her unhurried exploration of his person, venturing down to feel the corded strength of his legs, molding well-shaped thighs and calves before traveling slowly back up again. Gathering her courage, she firmly grasped his manhood.
He moaned faintly in response, his buttocks clenching as he strained upward.
Her heart began to pound. He was now at her mercy. She felt positively uncivilized as a rush of lust filled her. Touching him boldly now, she noted the strangely soft skin and the hot pulsing of his shaft. A single drop of dew appeared at its tip, glistening in the firelight.
He groaned again and a shocking idea entered Mélisande’s mind.
Alessandro’s unbelieving gasp and widening eyes registered just before she took him into her mouth. His whole body jerked and trembled as she ran her tongue around his smooth glans, tasting the faint saltiness of the gem that had formed there.
A prolonged groan of ecstasy tore from his lungs as she experimented with light suction, flicking her tongue across his sensitive flesh. Mélisande felt his hips rise yet higher. It was all she could do not to crow in triumph. He was just as susceptible to his own tricks! She chuckled in satisfaction as he came up off the bed, the lack of grace in the movement betraying his loss of control.
Grabbing her, he pulled her up, laughing breathlessly as he plunked her down atop his lap. “Ye gods, woman, stop!” he gasped.
Flushing, she looked away, unable to bear meeting his eyes. “I’m sorry. I’ve heard men discussing such things with what seemed like great relish, and I thought you would like it. Did I do it wrong?”
“Not at all!” he answered unsteadily. “It is only that most women are quite reluctant to pleasure a man in that particular manner. That you have done so with such enthusiasm simply astonishes me.”
“I was only returning the favor in kind,” she said, still embarrassed. “I enjoyed it so much when you...” She halted, blushing.
“I can assure you I most certainly enjoyed it.” He laughed. “But you must remember that a man is not like a woman. I can endure most love play for quite some time, but not that. That will bring me to crisis far too soon, and I would not wish to leave you wanting.”
Mélisande looked down between them to where his manhood pressed against her. “I will not let you leave me wanting,” she said, stroking him.
Arching a brow, Alessandro surrendered himself to her will. Rising up onto her knees, she straddled him, and with agonizing slowness, lowered, impaling herself.
It was an entirely different sensation, being atop him this way. The fullness she experienced was complete. Each and every tiny pulse and throb of his member was felt intensely. The pressure swelled within her like an enormous wave when he lifted his hips and ground up into her, touching her very core.
Moaning, she shifted forward, savoring the delicious friction between their bodies as he slid nearly all the way out of her passage. With a sigh of satisfaction, she pushed back and felt him fill her again.
Alessandro’s hands skimmed down to graze the flesh just above the place where their bodies joined. She cried aloud at the intense sensation, bracing her hands against his chest. He lifted his hips again, and she rose with him, riding him.
When she began to tire, he pulled her up just enough to take the rosy tip of one breast into his mouth. Sucking hard, he flicked the swollen, aching bud with the tip of his tongue. Mélisande could only thrust her chest out for more. When he did the same to the other breast, she wailed her pleasure.
Her coming was like the tide, slow and inexorable. Gasping with each ecstatic pulse, she sank beneath the depths as crest after crest washed over her. Alessandro rocked with her, licking the sweat from her shoulder and nipping the flesh at the juncture of her neck. Before her peak could completely subside, he flipped her over and thrust deep, a guttural cry ripping from his throat.
Mélisande shook and strained with each powerful stroke, her muscles clenching tightly as the tide broke over her yet again.
At last, with a low groan, Alessandro poured his long, hot release into her.
Together they collapsed, muscles trembling from exhaustion. He held her tightly for a moment before rolling to the side, taking her with him.
Contentment filled her. Inexplicable peace. Being cradled in his arms felt...right.
