hips, as her body opened slowly, reluctantly for him. She squirmed just a little and he caught the faint sheen of tears.
“Relax for me, gattina. Talk. I need to know what you’re feeling.”
“It burns. Stretches.” She gasped the explanation.
He had been pressing steadily, but gently forward. He stopped immediately to give her body time to adjust to his size. “That will subside. This is going to be a little uncomfortable at first, but that will ease once you’re used to me.”
It was difficult to wait. The feeling was so perfect. Scorching hot. Tight. That pounding pulse, sending a million flames flickering like licks of lightning through his body. He breathed away the need to slam deep, but his fingers tightened on her hips, holding her there when she kept moving. Squirming. Adding to the building need in him.
“I’m good.”
He’d never wanted to hear two words more. Still, he studied her face, waiting for the tension to recede. “That’s my girl.”
She’d never looked more beautiful, with her skin flushed a soft rose. Her breasts heaved, every movement sending a jolt through them, so they swayed invitingly, drawing his attention. He could see her stomach muscles rippling and her thighs tightening with every forward press.
He wasn’t going to prolong his entry. He waited until she was exhaling, and he buried himself deep, moving right through the thin barrier and claiming her body for his own.
Grace cried out, pain flashing through her. Instinctively, she tried to crawl away, even though she’d been expecting it.
“Grace.”
That voice. Intense. Compelling. Impossible to ignore. She opened her eyes and stared up at his face. He looked like carnal sin. The devil himself tempting her. There was a dark lust in his eyes, etched into the lines of his face, but there was also something else, another emotion that made her body relax for him. The more she relaxed, the more the pain subsided.
“Just stay still and breathe with me.”
“It’s gone. It’s okay.” Already her body was going back to responding to his. It was impossible not to feel the heat. The heartbeat they shared. She wanted him to move. She needed him to move. The hunger in her was building all over again, the pressure winding and coiling tighter and tighter, just from looking at his face.
“Lift your legs. Wrap them around my hips.”
She liked hearing him tell her what to do. It was so much easier than trying to figure it out. She wanted to feel the sensations he was offering, and she wanted to give him something equally as pleasurable or even more back. She needed him to give her instructions when she really didn’t have a clue. He slid his hand from her hip, down her thigh to the back of her left knee and urged her leg up. He helped her wrap it around him. She followed suit with the other leg and hooked her ankles, so she was wrapped completely around him.
He pushed forward, burying himself even more. She hadn’t known she could feel so full. So perfect. Eyes on his, she felt him withdraw. She didn’t want him to, but then he surged forward, driving through her tight muscles, the friction over the sensitive bundles of nerves sending fire streaking through her body. She cried out again, unable to stay silent. He smiled at her, looking more like temptation than ever before. She didn’t care, she wanted everything he could give her.
Vittorio began to move in Grace, one hard surge after another, watching her carefully, seeing the buildup, the tension winding through her as each hard stroke took her closer and closer to the edge. Deliberately, he didn’t tip her over. He kept moving in her. Letting himself go just a little, enough that his body felt the way she clamped down on him harder, like a vise, surrounding him with that hot silk, wrapping him up and squeezing until he thought his head might come off.
Little sounds escaped her throat, becoming louder and longer as he pumped into her, testing her a little more with each hard thrust. The sounds turned to aching sobs of need. Her nails bit into the comforter as she fisted it. He wished those nails were in his back. He loved the sight of her, breasts jolting with each surge. Her little body undulating as he drove deep into her. Her eyes shocked. Dazed. Dark with her own desire. Her mouth open, breath escaping in ragged pants. Just the sight of her nearly took him