Leah's Seduction: 9 (Gianni and Leah - Leah's Seduction) (5 page)

He helped her up from the sofa. “The real question is, Ava, do you hate yourself?” He guided her toward the foyer. “I don’t hate you, Ava. But you need to get it together.”

At the door, Ava turned to him. “And you are really going to stay with…Leah?”

“Yes.”

Gianni opened the door and spotted Dawson in the hall. He briefed him, and then punched the button for the elevator. Ava followed the bodyguard inside. She looked washed out, but calmer. It would probably be the last time he saw her.

“Goodbye, Ava.” The doors to the elevator slid shut. Gianni took a breath and turned back to the condo.

Chapter 9

Gianni found Leah in the kitchen leaning against the counter. “You heard all of that?”

She went to him, and Gianni hugged her. “Yes, I did.” Leah looked up at him. “Do you think it’s really over?”

“We will see.”

Gianni put his palms on her cheeks and kissed her tenderly. “Thank you,” he said.

“For what?”

“For understanding.”

Leah held his hands. “It was a shock. When I came in, and there she was at your feet…I freaked out.”

“But you trusted me.”

“I did. I looked in your eyes, and I knew.”

“What?”

“That you were in control,” Leah said. “I see everything in your eyes. I knew it wasn’t sexual for you. I would have known. Your jaw was set, and you stood strong, immovable. That’s a different mood. One I wouldn’t like to see if I were on the floor at your feet.”

“It’s not one you will see,” Gianni said. “But Ava needed to know. She had to see that manipulating me wasn’t going to work. And she needed to be given direction. She needs that.”

“I hope she finds a man that can give it to her.”

“You don’t resent her?”

“Some…I admit.” Leah put her arms around Gianni’s waist. “She has caused you a lot of grief. I think of all the time you suffered from guilt, believing that breaking up with her pushed her to attempt suicide.”

Gianni looked thoughtful. “It’s strange, you know.”

“What is?”

“Seeing her now,” he said.

Leah waited.

Gianni took a breath. “Before…it was sex. That’s all. There’s nothing wrong with that. But my biggest failing was that I didn’t see the woman. For all my talk about putting the woman’s pleasure first, I was still blind to what was inside Ava. I should not have let it go on as long as it did.”

“There’s nothing you can do about that,” Leah said.

“No,” he said. “But I don’t have to repeat my errors.”

“What do you mean?”

Gianni’s eyes softened. The encounter with Ava was fresh in their minds, but he seemed to have shifted focus. “With you. I can do things differently with you. And I see the woman you are, baby.”

His words resonated with Leah. “Do you?”

He touched her jaw with his fingertips. “Yes, I do.” Then he held her close, and Leah felt the shift in mood. Maybe Gianni had been changing, but she hadn’t fully taken notice. Or didn’t want to hope. But the way he held her, and the way he talked to her, was new. He seemed more open, less distant. She hardly dared to dream she could have it all.

*****

Before Fashion Week, they flew to Paris and stayed at one of the oldest palace hotels. Le Meurice was a mix of eighteenth-century and contemporary opulence. It was located between Place de la Concorde and the Louvre. Not coincidentally, Gianni had chosen a hotel conveniently situated for visiting some of the finest galleries of Paris.

Salvador Dali had been a regular, and the décor was inspired by his surrealistic style. Gianni booked a suite on the seventh floor with 360-degree views of the city, including views of Notre Dame, the Eiffel Tower, and the Arc de Triomphe. The room was decorated in the style of Louis XVI, and had exquisite Italian marble bathrooms. The first night, they didn’t have to leave the hotel. Fine dining was offered at Restaurant le Meurice, overlooking the Tuileries Garden.

During the day, they strolled cobblestone streets, soaking in the ambience of the romantic city. They found the lamp-lit steps that wound up to the top of Montmartre, a charming district of Paris. Another time, Gianni took her down a stone stairwell in Sainte-Chapelle, a chapel on an island in the River Seine. It was made entirely of stained glass, and sunlight filtering through the soaring windows painted a jewel box of colors across the space.

The days in Paris were dreamlike. The sidewalk bistros were enticing. Gianni sat with her for hours, sipping coffee and watching Parisians walk by. The language, the culture, and the food were all magnificent.

One evening, Leah sat next to Gianni gazing out the window of their suite. Paris was called the City of Lights, and as darkness descended, the old-world city sparkled outside. They had ordered a sampling of French cheeses with a Bordeaux wine.

Leah leaned against his shoulder. “If you are trying to seduce me,” she said, “it’s working.”

Gianni rubbed his foot against hers. “That’s exactly what I’m trying to do.”

The wine, the romance, and, most of all, the vision of her sexy man next to her swept Leah away. She put her wine on the table and kneeled between his thighs. Gianni’s blue-gray eyes flared with lust. She raked her palms over his muscled thighs.

Then she undid his pants and lowered the zipper. Gianni sat with his legs wide, watching her. He dug his hand into her hair, and she unbuttoned his shirt. Pulling it back, Leah reached in to feel his strong chest and flat stomach. She leaned forward and kissed his abs, then licked his skin, tasting him.

Leah grasped the waistband of his shorts, and Gianni lifted up enough for her to lower them. His gorgeous cock sprang free. The plum-shaped head drew her, and Leah pressed her mouth against it. The heat seared her lips, and she kissed him again.

With the tip of her tongue, Leah stimulated along the side of his hot erection, feeling the bulging veins, and under the thick rim. She found the sensitive spot just under the top, and swirled her tongue over it. Gianni groaned and grabbed a fistful of her hair.

She looked up into his blue eyes and raked her tongue from the base to the head of his shaft. His eyes darkened, and his breathing grew heavy. Leah pressed his cock to her cheek, loving him and wanting him.

She craved the intimacy of having him in her mouth. His taste, his male scent, and his heat drove her to the brink. Leah rolled the palm of her hand over the pre-cum seeping out the slit, and squeezed the top.

Gianni pressed back against the chair and slid his hips closer to her. Leah cupped his balls and massaged them in one hand. Giving him pleasure was the most erotic thing she could think of. She put her mouth over the top of his cock, and let it slide back in her throat.

Pressing her lips to his velvet skin, Leah moved over him with one hand on his leg. His erection swelled, and his thigh muscle flexed. “It feels so good, baby,” he said. Encouraged, Leah sucked harder and moved faster.

She didn’t want to take it slowly. Leah’s sole focus was Gianni. She breathed in the scent of his arousal and tasted his maleness. The salty flavor aroused her, making her wet. He was so masculine, so virile, and devastatingly erotic. She moved faster, while letting one finger slip underneath to massage the sensitive strip behind his balls.

His panting was faster, and his skin hotter. Leah pumped over him, playing into his need. Gianni groaned and gripped her hair fiercely. She sucked harder, and he stiffened. Gianni spurted into her mouth, and she drank it down, wanting all of him. Every drop he would give her.

He came hard, arching his back and shoving his dick deeper into her mouth. Leah drained him, welcoming his cum, and letting his maleness engulf her. When his muscles relaxed, she let his cock slip from her mouth, and rested her head between his legs.

Gianni’s breathing slowed, and he lifted her up to kiss her. Leah parted her lips, his flavor lingering on her tongue. She pressed into his kiss, loving him, and deeply touched that he allowed her such intimacy. The connection was strong.

“Come with me,” he said, and stood up. Pulling his pants on, Gianni took her to the bedroom. He flipped on a low light. On one wall hung a gold-framed mirror. And at one end of the room was a cream and gold sofa. The bed shimmered with a satin cover and mounds of gold and cream pillows.

Gianni grabbed the ornate bedpost and drew back the covers. Then he turned to Leah and began undressing her. The way he looked at her made her skin tingle. The touch of his fingers as he unbuttoned her top melted her.

She could feel his breath against her skin and see his muscles flex beneath his shirt. Gianni slipped off her blouse, and then her skirt. Leah stepped out of her heels. He dug his hand in her hair, and, with his other pressed to her low back, held her close.

The lip-bruising kiss made her swoon. Leah’s breathing deepened, and her skin warmed. When he released her, Gianni stripped, and the sight enraptured her. The soft light cast shadow over his sculpted form, accenting the round curves and sensual dips.

She put her hands on his chest, feeling the rock-hard muscle. Gianni undid her bra and removed it. Then he leaned down and kissed the tops of her breasts. “You are gorgeous,” he said. Leah felt that way under his gaze.

Gianni lifted her onto the bed and placed her on her back. Then he lowered her panties and buried his face in her sex. It felt so good. Leah sighed with pleasure. He slid his tongue along her wet slit, and then up, over her belly. Leaning up, he kissed her, and she tasted her own flavor on his lips.

Then he reached in the side drawer and withdrew a black blindfold. Leah looked into this intense gaze. Without a word, Gianni covered her eyes and snapped the satin together at the back of her head. Sightless, she was vulnerable, and could not predict what he would do.

His warm hands cupped her breasts and massaged lightly. Leah whimpered and pressed up into his palms. Gianni sucked at her nipples and licked over her curves. Taking his time, he licked and kissed across her collarbone, up her neck, and under her jaw.

“Spread your legs,” he said.

Leah complied, and he ran his fingertips down her inner thighs. A delicious shiver went through her. He teased her with his finger, and then swirled his tongue around her clit. Her muscles tensed, and heat flooded her lower body.

Just as she got close, Gianni withdrew, and resumed tantalizing her with his mouth on her skin. He kissed her inner thighs, slowly and with purpose. Then across her smoothly waxed vulva, and over her belly.

She wanted him to focus on her most sensitive spot, but Gianni had other intentions. He raked his tongue up her ribs and cupped her breasts in his hands. Pressing them together, he flicked his tongue back and forth over her stiff nipples.

It was as if a string was tied between her nipples and her clit. Every swipe of his tongue radiated to her sex. Leah panted faster and writhed against the bed. But Gianni had only begun to tease. He kissed down her arms, then lifted them to kiss her underarms and inside the crook of her elbow.

Each kiss made her a bit crazier. She gasped and pressed against the mattress. Relentlessly, he tasted her skin, lingering over tender areas, until every nerve in her body was alive. Gianni slid his palms over his hips and down her thighs.

Then he kissed the inside of her ankles and the soles of her feet. Leah propelled closer and closer to climax, yet release was denied her. It seemed Gianni was intent on teasing and torturing her with stimulation.

As she was unable to see, Leah’s other senses were magnified. The rustle of the sheets as Gianni moved over her turned her on. The feel of his soft lips against her skin, and not knowing where he would touch next, spiraled her arousal.

His male scent wafted over her, making Leah want him so badly it hurt. Gianni reached under her and lifted her ass in his palms. He put his mouth over her sex, and she whimpered. Expertly, he licked her pussy just how she liked it, holding her up to his mouth like a tasty treat.

She let her legs fall wide, giving him access. Gianni tapped at her clit and nipped at the tender skin of her vulva. Then he blew softly over her sensitive tissues. “Ah…ah…ah,” she gasped. He lowered her to the bed and reached up to play with her breasts.

His mouth covered her sex, and Gianni sucked gently, suspending Leah in a cloud of ecstasy. Gianni balanced her on the precipice. And held her there. It was exquisite torture, and she lost track of anything but his touch.

He dipped two fingers inside her and gently bit her clit. Leah cried out, and her muscles tensed. Gianni twisted his fingers and swirled the tip of his tongue over the little pebble between her legs. Mercilessly, he stimulated her. A powerful climax built inside.

The heat of his mouth, the feel of his tongue, the touch of his hand on her breast, sent her spiraling into pleasure. Leah climaxed hard, her screams echoing in the room, and Gianni’s mouth pressed against her pulsing sex. The waves took her, and Leah shuddered in their wake.

When she collapsed against the bed, Gianni removed the blindfold and covered her face with kisses. He kissed her temples, her cheeks, her neck, and her lips. “You’re so beautiful,” he said. And the look in his eyes warmed her to her very soul.

*****

The sight of Leah flushed and glowing inspired deep emotion. Gianni could not get enough of her. He couldn’t taste her enough, feel her enough, or kiss her enough. He was hard for her again, and needed to be inside her. The feel of her sweet pussy wrapped around him was an exotic temptation he couldn’t turn away from.

Gianni rubbed a warming lube over his erection, and Leah raked her hands over his shoulders. Parting her legs, he slid the tip of his cock into her wet opening. She wrapped her legs around his waist. “Yes…yes,” she said.

He slid in more, the warming lube making his cock hum with sensation. Leah pressed up to meet him as he stroked into her. The lube would increase her sensation as well as his. The stretch of her over his cock felt so good.