Antonio, Her Italian Millionaire (BWWM Romance Book 1)

By: J A Fielding

She gasped his name, over and over again, as his fingers, his lips and his tongue found those hard peaks and teased them mercilessly.

“Marco… I can’t!” she gasped, feeling the impossible pleasure welling up inside her even before he had touched her where she was hot and wet, aching for him, aching to have him inside her again.

“You can,” he said, and his fingers found the hot wetness of her center between her legs, spreading her, slipping inside her, rubbing her, until she shot up on an arrow of pleasure that bowed her body as she climaxed, hard, against him.

“Again,” he demanded, and she felt it start again. He watched her face as he slipped his fingers in and out of her, touching her, feeling her desperate need for him. He saw the uninhibited pleasure and passion on her face as her eyes closed and she rose up, and fell, yet again.

“Marco,” she sobbed, sure that her body couldn’t stand it if she had to feel more. She couldn’t feel more without falling apart.

But more than anything she had ever needed before, she needed him inside her. That need gave her the strength to move arms that felt like water. Her hand closed over him, hot and ready for her. She stroked him, sliding her hand over the top where she felt the slick moisture that told her he was as ready and desperate as she was. With a feline smile, she rolled over, pushing him onto his back and straddling him.

“My turn,” she said, and he knew that now she would be in control.

He almost lost all control when she sank slowly onto his hard, throbbing member. Her wet heat clenched and pulled at him in ways that he couldn’t resist.

His hands moved to her hips, urging her to move. But she would set her own pace. This time, he was the one who was being ridden.

Janet started moving, rocking on him slowly, her movements sinuous and sinful, and Marco thought that he had never seen a more glorious sight than Janet, naked and on him, determined to take her pleasure, to give him pleasure.

“Please, Janet,” he gasped, but she smiled at him and rocked back and forth. He couldn’t help it when his hands reached for her breasts and found her nipples, drawing circles around them, brushing over them. Janet kept moving, slowly and steadily, as he touched her.

Janet ran her hands down her body as she moved faster, up and down on his hard shaft. He was filling her, stretching her, and she loved how he felt. She could feel all that excitement coiling inside her, writhing inside her again as her movements got faster. She was riding him hard and fast, and his hand was touching her, finding the places where she wanted to be touched.

“Janet,” he gasped, as he felt the last ounce of his control slip away as he watched her, her hands in his hair, her body arched, her head thrown back, riding him. He felt her clench him, her pussy hot and insistent on his desperate cock, and he gave in. He watched as Janet climaxed, and he let himself fall over that edge with her, tumbling together.

They landed together in a tangled, sated, happy heap.

There would never be a more perfect moment, realized Marco when he could finally think again. Janet was wrapped around him, her arms and legs thrown around him. He raised her face to his and kissed her, gently.

Then, finally, he told her what was in his heart.

“I love you.”

Janet smiled.

“I know,” she whispered, and hugged him closer.

“I love you, too.”

“This time, I won’t let you go,” he vowed.

“This time, I won’t let you leave,” said Janet, and he knew this was it.

He had his second chance. He would make it count.

Peacefully, they slid together into dreams, knowing that they would find love again when they woke up.

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