Her Venice Affair (The Albury Affairs) (5 page)

“Allan!”

Riana froze when his eyes opened and he stared right
at her. Then he pounced. She didn’t even see it coming.

He pulled her out of her seat easily, as she had
already unbuckled her belt, and he pulled her onto his lap. She struggled
against him until he pressed his lips to hers, kissing her senselessly into
submission.

* * * *

Allan ran his hand from her knee to her hip, kneading
her flesh and pulling her closer to him. He knew he was dreaming, but for a
fantasy she felt and tasted so real, so perfect and delicious.

“Mr. Sinclair. Mr. Sinclair.”

The voice wasn’t Riana calling out in ecstasy. It kept
getting higher and higher, interrupting his fantasy. He pulled away from Riana
and looked up. “What?”

Gina stepped back, seemingly stunned by his harsh
tone. “Your dinner is ready, Mr. Sinclair, Miss
Albury
.”

“Dinner?” Allan looked at Riana. She wasn’t a fantasy.
She was real, curled up on his lap, his hand between her thighs, the other
under her arm cupping her heavy breast. She had her face tucked in the crook of
his neck, one hand in his hair the other lay lazily on his shoulder.

He cleared his throat. “
Ah
…thanks, Gina.”

Once she left, he turned to Riana. “Honey?”

“
Hmm-mmm
.”

He chuckled, rubbing his cheek against hers. “Time for
dinner.”

She giggled inching away from him. “Your cheek is
rough and ticklish.”

“Oh, really?” He rubbed his cheek against hers as she
again released another giggle.

“Stop! You’ll give me a rash!” She pulled away from
his neck and stared at him, making Allan catch his breath.

She looked so beautiful and gentle and he felt a
twinge of remorse for her puffy, very ravished, red lips.

“I like it when you kiss me,” she whispered running
her thumb over his lower lip and biting on her own.

Allan pulled her thumb into his mouth and nibbled on
it. She giggled, making her eyes sparkle like diamonds.

“I like it when I kiss you,” he whispered back.

She reached up offering her lips and he leaned down,
stopping a hair’s breadth away. She needed to eat. It was a long flight and a
lot of hours for him to have his way with her. He needed to keep her strength
up and the thought of her growling stomach interrupting them didn’t sit well
with him.

“You need to eat.”

She curled her fingers in his hair and pulled him
down. Right before she kissed him, she whispered wetly on his lips, “I had a
heavy lunch.”

* * * *

Riana had never been the first one to initiate any
kind of intimacy, as much as she wanted it. She thought it was the man’s job
and if she usurped him he would feel emasculated.

She felt how wrong her theory was when Allan moved his
hand higher between her thighs to cup her and his hand on her breast massaged
her, trapping her nipple with two fingers as he rolled, pinched and pulled it.
He kissed her harder, like he wanted to consume her. She felt the liquid heat pool
between her legs and an urgent need seized her.

Should she initiate sex, too? Or would she seem too
wanton?

She really wanted to. If not for her pleasure, at
least for a confidence boast. Her co-workers always said she had low
self-esteem. Why else would she date a dead beat like Steve? they said. But
that wasn’t true. Steve just changed colors like a chameleon and she wasn’t
around much to see each one.

Riana gave her mind a shake. Enough about Steve.

She wiggled on Allan’s lap and found all the encouragement
she needed.

Allan groaned, pushing upward to press his erection
against her ass as his hands grew greedy, massaging harder and groping tighter.

She knew he wanted this as much as she did.

Riana pulled away and whispered breathlessly, “Tell
her not to come back until you call.”

“Honey, she got the picture when you jumped me.”

“Good.” Riana didn’t need her judging her for being
one of Allan’s in-flight bed companions.

Riana straddled him, widening her thighs enough for
their arousals to touch. She felt a zing shoot through her at the contact and
she gasped. She moved her hips around and Allan groaned, grabbing her hips and
sinking his fingers into her flesh as he held her down tightly against him.

“You are killing me, Riana!”

“Don’t die just yet.”

Riana grabbed his tie and quickly disposed of it. Then
she began unbuttoning his shirt with shaky fingers. When she was done, she
tugged the shirt out of his designer trousers and threw it where his tie had
landed. She then took a moment to admire his torso.

She was in awe. The man was truly built like a Greek
god. His chest was wide with perfect pecks and not a single hair in sight. She
looked down at his abs. He looked smooth—her fingers itched to touch him. She
looked down at his abs. Six perfect cubes were carved out and she had a crazy
urge to stick her tongue in his naval. But first she wanted to touch him.

She looked into his desire filled eyes in a silent
question and he nodded. With ginger fingers, she placed her hands on his broad
shoulders, ran her fingers over them and journeyed to his neck. He sucked in a
breath, closed his eyes, and leaned his head back.

Riana rested her hands on his neck for a moment and
sucked her nervous lower lip into her mouth. She wanted to make sure it was
still okay to touch him.

Allan ran his hands lightly from her hips to her
thighs, rubbing her inner thighs with his thumbs before he rested his hands on
her hips again.

The light touch felt like an erotic tickle and Riana
let out a shaky sigh.

She went back to her ministration.

She ran her fingers over his chest, circling his
pebble-like nipples and making him draw in a sharp breath. She found his
reaction fascinating. She then touched his abs, running her fingers in the
valleys that separated the cubes. His muscles tightened there, making his
his
stomach hard as stone. She set her sights on his navel.
She really did want to stick her tongue there. Odd. She probably should start
with something normal before she freaked him out.

She pushed a button in the armrest of his seat to
lower the backrest. Aside from raising his hips and pushing her down so that he
could rub against her, he didn’t move. She leaned down and licked one nipple,
like Steve used to do. Allan gasped, his hold on her becoming painfully tight.
She circled her tongue around the pebble and Allan’s hips shot up.

“Riana!” he half-yelled with a husky voice.

Taking a note out of Allan’s book, she pinched his
nipple, keeping the assault on the other with her tongue.

Allan growled grabbing her shoulder and pushing her
away. Quickly she sank lower and did what she really wanted—she stuck her
tongue in his naval and kissed it.

“Enough!”

She thought she’d freaked him out until he pulled her
up and she looked into his eyes. She swallowed hard with anticipation. What she
saw was pure predator lust.

He quickly righted his seat, and then pulled her
sweater plus her T-shirt over her head in one go. Her nipples tightened
instantly from the cool air. Then he released her hair and combed his fingers
through it, pulling some over her shoulders and making a curly, black-brown
frame around her face.

“Beautiful,” he whispered with so much awe that for
the first time in her life she actually believed it.

He then looked down at her chest and it swelled with
trapped air.

He chuckled, pressing one hand on her back and the
other settling on one breast. “You naughty girl. No bra.”

He pulled her free nipple into his mouth and sucked so
hard that Riana gasped loudly, arching forward to push herself into him even
more. She felt the current shoot straight from her nipple to her aching core
and she rolled her hips against him to sooth it.

After what felt like hours of torture he switched
breasts and that was all she could stand. “Allan, please!”

“Not yet. You are so beautiful. I could taste you forever.”

Riana was ready to explode. There was no way she could
take any more of this and be denied what she really wanted. She cupped him
through his trousers and squeezed hard.

Allan jumped, pulling her assaulting hand away. “Damn
it! You play dirty.”

He rose swiftly with her and rushed them to the back.
He entered the room and dropped her unceremoniously on the bed. He quickly got
rid of their remaining clothes and settled between her thighs.

“Yes!” she cheered, wrapping her legs around his
waist.

“This time it will be hard and fast but I promise you
next time we’ll take it slow.”

Riana didn’t care. She just wanted to feel him inside
her. For the first time in her life, her arousal could not go ignored and
unsatisfied. She needed him to sooth the burning or she was going to expire
from the heat.

He fumbled with something above her head then cursed.

“What is it?” she demanded impatiently.

“I gave all my condoms to Theresa.” He closed his eyes
and groaned. “Please, please, please tell me you have some?”

“No.”

“Damn it!”

He tried to get out of her hold on him but she held
him to her. There was no way it was going to end like this after how much they
fired each other up.

“I swear I’m clean. I get checked every month and I’m
on the three month contraceptive injection. Don’t you dare leave me like this!”

“Thank God.” Then with one thrust he was inside her.

Riana winced, crying out. It hurt and he was too big.
He stretched her past capacity.

“I should have entered you with my fingers first, but
damn you are so tight and hot!”

He circled his hips, stretching her and the movement
also tickled her, building up the pleasure. She arched up, asking for more.

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly
against him. Nothing, not even air, could pass between their bodies. She hooked
her arms under his shoulders as he rocked inside her, his heavy breathing in
her ear. As the tempo picked up and the crescendo of her pleasure grew, she
couldn’t keep still. She writhed under him, raising her knees higher on his
back. Stars flashed behind her eyes and her head flew back when he sank deeper
inside her. He panted audibly in her ear as his thrusts grew harder and faster.

Riana felt Allan change the angle of his hips. Her
entire body stiffened and she cried out when he rubbed her throbbing nub as he
thrust inside her.

 
Steve didn’t
know shit about sex!

Allan began kissing her, pulling her tongue into his
mouth and suckling it. Riana saw Allan’s intention. He wanted to consume her,
take all she could give as payment for taking her right into the stars. And she
willingly gave it to him, opening both her body and her heart to him. She
wanted to feel this new pleasure he gave her until it marked every part of her
because she knew she was never going to feel like this ever again.

This, whatever he was doing to her, was a hell of a
lot more than sexual pleasure. It was doing something to her. She didn’t know
what, but she held on to the feeling.

She broke the kiss and turned her head away from him.
The pleasure got so intense she tried to escape from under him, begging him to
stop. She couldn’t take anymore, her entire body felt like an exposed nerve.

“Not until you come,” he breathed into her ear in
response.

A few seconds later, she did just that, shuddering in
his arms with a loud scream. Her head felt light as she rode the clouds of
pleasure, her body completely relaxed and sated, but still
spasming
.
It took a while for her to come back down to earth, and on her descent she felt
Allan slamming into her with more urgency. His arms around her were so tight
she thought he would break her ribs, but she didn’t care, she was too happy for
it to matter.

As a way to say thank you, she clenched around him and
Allan sucked in a strangled breath, his thrusts becoming shorter and more
violent.

“I need to…”

Riana felt him pulling out of her and she dropped her
feet to his ass, digging her heels in and pushing him back in. “I want it all,
Allan.”

He groaned and shuddered. His muscles were so tight
she though they would burst out through his skin. He took two long hard thrusts
that pushed her up, her head touching the headboard and on his third he
expelled inside her with a shout.

She felt him jerk inside her repeatedly and felt
warmth as his seed filled her womb. A thrill tingled from her heart straight to
her core and she came again.

He dropped his full weight on top of her, weak, spent,
and heaving for breath. He was heavy but she didn’t care. She stroked his wet
hair, running her hands over his perspiring body and kissed his temple. She was
happy, and she finally knew what making love was supposed to feel like.