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With agonising slowness his fingers explored her silky folds, eliciting yet more and more pleasure, until she was faint with it.
‘Rafaello…’ Her voice was weak—weak with longing, weak with desire. She wanted, oh, she wanted…She did not know. But the desire, the need for it was all-consuming. The need for him…him…to join with her, possess her…
‘Rafaello…’ It was a plea, abject and full of desire. Her hands had found his body, sliding across his shoulders, his back, glorying in the muscled silk of his skin, wanting to draw him down upon her, to draw him into her…
She was flooding—flooding with moisture and desire. The flame of her body was twisting, aching, the sensations at her breast, her body’s core, crescendoing, wanting.
‘Rafaello—’ she said again, and this time, this time his mouth came from her breast and plundered hers instead, kissing her deeply, oh, so deeply, that she gave another moan in her throat and fed upon him as he fed upon her. Then he was moving over her, his fingers loosing from her, steadying himself, his thighs warm and heavy on hers, holding himself above her as for one last, exquisitely tormenting moment his finger centred on the tiny, swollen bud, vibrating it until the warm flame that was her body suddenly, blissfully, seared into incandescence.
The sheet of liquid fire spread out from her ignited core and she gasped with delight and disbelief, for how could such bliss, such ecstasy be possible? And as she did her body opened to him and he was drawn into her, piercing and filling her as her convulsing muscles widened around him and took him into her.
There was pain, but it was fleeting, pushed out by the tide of ecstasy flooding through her, and she cried out, arms wrapping around him urgently.
He filled her absolutely, and as her virgin muscles stretched around him the waves of bliss seemed to intensify, and she cried out again, and again, into the warmth and hunger of his mouth.
‘Yes,’ he soothed her. ‘Yes. Yes, my beautiful girl.’
She did not hear him, could not hear him. Could only feel. Her whole body was sensation, wonderful, unutterable sensation, which went on and on, ceaseless and without end.
He took her every centimetre of the way, urging her on with subtle movements of his body, with the kisses of his mouth, the urging of his hands on her flanks as the tide of bliss took her on to the very end of her journey.
To leave her there, exhausted, sated, disbelieving, in the shelter of his arms.
He smoothed the hair from her face, smiling down at her, and she felt her heart melt as her body had done, into warm, honeyed flame. A sweetness she had never known filled her heart and soul.
‘Rafaello…’ Her voice slurred, but her eyes shone with a luminescence that drank him in.
‘Cara?’ he said, and kissed her softly.
Her heart was racing, and she could feel its pulse in her throat, her wrists.
‘Thank you…’ she breathed.
The smile came again. ‘It was my pleasure,’ he told her. ‘And yours, I think.’
His long-lashed gaze washed over her. He knew exactly what she had felt, what she had experienced.
‘Oh, yes!’ she answered on a rapturous exhalation. ‘Oh, yes…’
His mouth quirked. ‘And tell me, my beautiful little virgin-no-more, would you like to feel that way again?’
Her eyes widened incredulously, and he laughed softly. ‘Did you think such pleasure comes only once? For you…’ his voice took on a rueful, envious tinge ‘…there is no limit. But for me—’ his voice changed ‘—I can wait no longer—’
He began to move within her, and Magda, eyes widening in her ignorance of such matters, realised with a shock that he was still as full and strong within her as he had ever been. He registered her reaction and smiled again—but this time there was something wolfish in his smile.
‘Do not be anxious, bellissima mia, you shall come with me, be assured.’
He was as good as his word. As he lifted himself to stroke within her she felt a surge of pleasure shaft through her. She caught her breath, astonished at her sated body’s quick recovery. He moved within her, deeper yet, and when she felt the walls of her body resist, suddenly they yielded again.
She clutched him more tightly, clenching her muscles around him, simultaneously tightening her arms around his back.
He gave his wolfish smile again. ‘More?’
The expression in her eyes gave him the answer he expected, and he obliged her yet again. But with every stroke she could see, though her body was starting to focus purely on its own renewed pleasure, that this was as good for him as it was for her.
