Leah's Seduction: 1 (Gianni and Leah) (7 page)

Chapter 12

Gianni’s blue eyes were cold as steel. “Do as I tell you.”

Leah gripped the base of his stalk, feeling his heat, and leaned over. The scent of his masculinity assaulted her senses. She pressed her lips to his velvet skin, and breathed deeply. Pre-cum seeped out the slit at the top and dripped down.

Instinctively, Leah caught it with her tongue, savoring the salty taste. She put the tip of her tongue under the thick rim, and licked around it. His male sexuality was like a drug, pulling her under.

With one hand, Leah reached up to feel Gianni’s rock-hard body. The sensation made her sex clench. He was strong and chiseled. Letting her fingers follow the bulge of his muscle and then across the crevices of his washboard abs, she felt giddy.

A moan escaped her lips. As the sound echoed in the small space, Gianni put his hand on the top of her head, encouraging her. The light pressure of his hand gave her courage.

Leah cupped his balls and let her other hand drift over his lean thigh. Patience was easier when she was teasing him, and not the other way around. Touching him, smelling him, and getting lost in him could not be hurried.

She wanted more of the man she longed for. Each taste, touch, or smell only deepened the craving. Leah raked her tongue up the side of his cock, feeling the bulging veins and savoring his flavor. Gianni’s breathing came faster, and she found satisfaction in that.

So badly, she wanted to put her mouth over him and drink of his maleness. But she waited.
Patience
, he had said. Would he have it? Or only expect her to? Leah would find out, because it was as though the scene moved in slow motion.

He was so good, and so damn sexy, Leah couldn’t let go. Nor could she go faster. Slowly, she tantalized his thick erection, and Gianni began rubbing his fingers in her hair. The tips of his fingers sent nips of pleasure to her clit, and distracted her from her task.

But just for a moment. The sight of his gorgeous cock was the center of her universe. With one hand still holding his hot balls, she wrapped the other around his thickness. Then she put her mouth over the knob as if it was luscious candy.

Leah sucked, easily at first. And Gianni moaned. To have him in her mouth that way was beyond exciting. She was so close to him, piercing his pretense of indifference, and feeling his vulnerability. The musky scent of his arousal wafted around her.

Loosening the suction to withdraw the stimulation a little, Leah flicked her tongue over the sensitive skin just below. His cock lurched and she wondered if he would come. But he held back. More pre-cum seeped out, and she whisked it away with the tip of her tongue.

The fact that Gianni gave no commands was insightful. He allowed her to feel him, taste him, and excite him. And he knew it gave her pleasure, as much as it gave him. The intensity linked them together, and it was as though she could feel the aching need within him.

But her restraint gave way, pushed to the brink by the rush of heat coursing through her body. Leah pressed her lips tighter, and sucked as she let his shaft sink into her mouth. Wild abandon gripped her. And she moved faster. Sucked harder.

Gianni’s hands were buried in her hair, and he panted heavily. Yet he endured her ministrations. He didn’t press her, but allowed her the freedom to explore him. That he could do so showed more strength than if he had crushed her to the bed and taken what he wanted.

With her middle finger, Leah stroked between his legs, just behind his balls. The unexpected motion elicited a groan from Gianni. With his balls resting heavily in her palm, she continued to rub the tender strip.

Gianni spread his legs just a bit to give her access. And she reached farther, unsure if he would allow it. With her mouth over his cock and his balls in her fist, Leah slid one fingertip back. The feeling of his puckered opening made her clit throb.

No man had let her do that before. She’d wanted to. But she’d never dared. Somehow Gianni didn’t make her feel ashamed. Didn’t push her to embarrassment. He waited, and when she kept her fingertip there while sucking lightly on his dick, Gianni took just enough control to encourage her.

In a guttural voice, he said, “Go ahead.” The raspy sound of his words evidenced his arousal. Leah nearly came apart on the spot. Knowing she wouldn’t be admonished, she pushed past her inhibition and dipped the tip of her finger into his asshole.

Just barely, but that was enough. Leah whimpered, feeling the heat there, overcome with the intimacy of the moment. In tune with her, Gianni gripped her hair and pulled her up. The popping sound as her lips came free of him signified loss.

The loss of him in her mouth, the loss of his taste, and the loss of an experience she wouldn’t soon forget. With his hands at her waist, Gianni lifted her, as if she were a feather. “Get up on your knees,” he said.

Leah kneeled on the bed before him, her distended nipples level with his perfect lips. She looked at the man she had just caressed in such an erotic way. Gianni stood by the bed, inches from her. His cock was swollen and red, his ache evident.

Yet he had stopped her. Looking at him in such a state of arousal made her weak with need. If only he would plunge his throbbing cock into her, and give them both what they needed.

“Patience,” he mouthed.

Leah quivered, on the verge of an orgasm she knew was out of reach. The look in his eyes told her that he had no intention of ending things anytime soon. Gianni kissed her lips. It was sweet, and every bit as sensual as any of his kisses.

Electricity radiated through her at the touch of his soft lips, and the way he did it sent her a message. It said so much, and caused emotions to boil up inside her until Leah thought she’d explode. Then he pulled back.

Gianni looked at her, his eyes on fire with lust. He touched her cheek, then let his fingers drift down her body, grazing her ribs. Leah watched his expression, relishing his desire. He let his hand drift over her hip, and then he swirled a finger in her pubic hair.

She wanted to close her eyes and soak in the sensation. But she couldn’t take her eyes off him. Gianni took her wrists in one hand, and held them behind her back. Her breasts reached closer to him. The admiration with which he looked at her made her nipples tense.

He soothed the ache with his tongue. Leaning in, Gianni licked her pink nipples, making them feel so good, yet more painful. She arched her back, pressing against his hot tongue. He took one nipple in his teeth, and she gasped.

Gianni tugged, and it was as though there was a string attached from her nipple to her clit. He may as well have had his mouth between her legs. Releasing the distended peak, he sucked it gently to restore circulation, and Leah trembled.

Moving to her other nipple, he did the same, and Leah’s arousal soared. She had no idea how to get him to release her from her torment, as he seemed to go at his own pace. Gianni was in no rush, and content to torture her.

One nipple, then the other. Until Leah was whimpering non-stop.

“Are you wet now, baby?” he said.

“Oh God,” she gasped.

Gianni drew back, and the cool air of the room hit her wet nipples. Leah bit her lower lip and looked into his eyes, knowing he could read the pleading in her expression.

“Let me see,” he said, releasing her wrists. His hands roamed over her hips. “I need to check to be sure you are wet enough.”

He was teasing her. Gianni was merciless.

Reaching between her legs, he dipped his fingers into the cream covering her. Lifting his fingers to his lips, he said, “Mmm, you are wet. Let me taste.” And he plunged his fingers into his mouth, sucking hard.

The sight of him sucking his fingers made her think of him sucking her clit. Leah shuddered. She grabbed his shoulders and squeezed. “Please.”

Gianni’s eyes gleamed. “What, baby?”

“I need…”

“What do you need? Tell me.”

He stood there, his cock thick and rigid, his eyes glazed with arousal. Yet he maintained control, and had the ability to calmly ask her a question like that. That fact was sexier than if he’d come at her fiercely, unable to hold back.

Leah fell toward him and pressed her lips to his. She didn’t care if he intended to delay. There was no way to resist him. She delved into his hot mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck. Gianni cupped her ass and squeezed.

Then he lifted her up, and Leah wrapped her legs around him. Gianni carried her to the end of the bed and lowered her onto the long padded bench at the end of it. He kneeled before her and put his palms on her inner thighs to press them open.

Leah threw her head back, praying he would take her.

Gianni fingered her wet slit and swirled his finger around her clit. Her ragged breathing grew louder. Reaching to the corner of the bed, he picked up a tiny packet and ripped it open. She hadn’t noticed it sitting there before, and a fleeting thought that he had prepared for this crossed her mind.

Deftly, he rolled on the condom, and then their eyes locked. Leah raked her hands through his hair, but Gianni caught her wrists and pressed them against the bed, out to her sides. She leaned against the mattress behind her.

With her arms and legs wide, Leah was exquisitely vulnerable. She was dripping for him.

Gianni let go of her wrists and gripped her hips. He dragged her closer to him, and Leah spread her legs wider. “Keep your arms spread like that. And arch your back.”

Leah complied, and Gianni grabbed the base of his erection and angled the tip to her wet opening. When it touched her, she cried out. The delay had her on edge, and she feared she would not be able to wait with him inside her.

He eased into her, and Leah felt the wonderful stretch. With her inner muscles she gripped him. And she pressed forward to take more. Gianni pulled back once, and then resumed widening her. That time he didn’t stop.

With a deep thrust, he was all the way in, and Leah panted rapidly, rocking toward him. Gianni’s moans pushed her closer to the precipice, and she grabbed the sheets with her hands. He pulled away until only the tip was still in her, then he stroked deep until his balls pressed up against her sex.

Thrusting, panting, and moaning, Gianni took her. And Leah matched his rhythm. It was slow and steady at first, then faster. A sheen of sweat glistened on Gianni’s brow, and deep in her core, Leah clenched in preparation.

Angled as she was, with her butt on the seat and her back against the mattress, the tip of his cock dragged over a very sensitive area inside her. It was making her a little insane; the feeling was too much to endure.

Having delayed and tortured until Leah nearly lost her mind, Gianni now stroked with ferocity. With him filling her up, and the throb of his cock pulsing against her, she could not stop. As he pounded into her, Leah yelled. Louder than she had before.

She screamed and clutched at the sheets with her head back. And her legs spread. Gianni slapped against her relentlessly, until her body went rigid and screams burst from her lips. As climax took her and she felt the powerful waves, Leah let go of the sheets.

With her palms on Gianni’s biceps, she wrapped her legs around his waist. He pressed deep and stayed. Then as she pulsed around him, his cock convulsed, and he came hard. His muscles turned to steel under her touch, and his protracted moan signified the release he’d long put off.

Once Gianni let go, he groaned like an animal in either unendurable pain or exquisite pleasure. Leah’s orgasm continued, gradually lessening in intensity. A warm, floating feeling followed in its wake.

Gianni came long, and when he collapsed, he placed his hands down on the bench to hold his weight. He put his head against her cheek. Breathing heavily, he stayed in that position for some time. And Leah closed her eyes, lost in a cloud of ecstasy, aware of Gianni pressed close.

Her body hummed with pleasure.

When Gianni could move, he leaned back and removed the condom, placing it at the foot of the bed. He pulled Leah into his arms and slid onto the bed with her. Stuffing a pillow under his head, he snuggled her into the crook of his arm and she rested her head against his chest.

For a few minutes they didn’t speak. Leah was content to be in his strong embrace with her skin tingling and warmth radiating through her body. She rubbed her fingers over his forearm and pressed her face to his heated skin.

“Gianni,” she said, not quite knowing where to go from there.

“You pleased me, baby,” he said, with his mouth brushing the top of her head. “So very much.”

“You were amazing,” she said.

Gianni touched her cheek. “Just the beginning,” he said. “Vanilla can be quite a good flavor.”

Leah looked at him, and it dawned on her what he meant. “You did that for me?”

He smiled. “For me too. Don’t think I don’t enjoy that.” Gianni paused. “Although I have much more for you, baby. So much more. But we will take our time.” He stroked her hair lightly.

If that was vanilla, Leah could hardly imagine what was coming. He had said he wanted her to submit to him, which implied a different type of sex. The type she wanted, but had never had. The thrill of knowing he would give it to her stirred her arousal anew.

A thought came to mind. She used to dream of sex like she’d just had. Not only the erotic intensity of it, but something more specific. Her fantasies included sex on a bench at the foot of a bed. Every time she’d seen a padded bench like that in hotels or in pictures, she’d envisioned the scene that had just played out moments before.