Leah's Seduction: 9 (Gianni and Leah - Leah's Seduction) (6 page)

That was where he wanted to be. Deep inside, with her wrapped around him. Leah was his. All his. And his need for her was great. The soft heat of her pussy enveloped him. And Gianni moaned, grinding his hips against her.

The feeling was deeper, stronger, new. It was everything familiar, and what he had come to crave. Yet more. Beyond the amazing feel of her body, her willingness to give, and her submission to him was something else.

Gianni felt it. His heart swelled, and he opened to it. He wanted it. And he wanted Leah in every fiber of his being. All of her. She looked into his eyes, a tinge of wonderment there. And he shoved into her, giving in the way he always had. Yet giving more than before.

For too long, Gianni had been blind to what Leah offered. He had steeled his heart against it. But that was no longer possible. Because how he felt about her was beyond his power to repress. It took him, body and soul. And he was honored to have Leah in his life.

He pumped into her, and his cock surged. Leah’s eyes met his, and the desire he saw pushed him to the edge. “Leah,” he gasped. Then her pussy tightened like a vise around his cock, her breathing ragged.

“More, please more,” she said.

Gianni fucked harder, glad he could satisfy her in this way. Her pink nipples were distended, and her lovely breasts were swollen with need. Stroking into her, sensation flooded his loins, and his balls ached. Pressing her heels into the back of his thighs, Leah rocked against him.

Then a sexy noise escaped her lips, and Leah’s strong inner muscles clamped over him. A shrill cry pierced his heart, and she climaxed hard. She pulsed over him, once, twice. Then Gianni exploded. He came fiercely, pouring his cum into her, lost in her beauty and sweetness.

The sensation swamped him, and the intensity tore at him. Powerful emotion filled his heart. He would do anything for Leah. She meant everything to him. Sliding beside her, Gianni pulled her close, still panting hard.

She reached up to touch his cheek, and Gianni smiled. Tomorrow he would tell her. But it had to be special, just as he had planned. There was no halfway. There wouldn’t be with Leah. She would have it all. Everything he could give her. She nestled against him, and Gianni closed his eyes. Leah was with him. She was his. There was no greater joy.

Chapter 10

The next morning, they sipped coffee out on the terrace, enjoying the morning sun. Below was the Tuileries, once a royal garden. And in the distance, like a beacon above the French city, was the Eiffel Tower. Leah was charmed. Paris was the most romantic place she could think of.

The secluded gardens, classic bistros, and the eighteenth-century architecture made Leah’s heart flutter. And she adored the carefully prepared French cuisine, paired with the luscious wines of the well-known regions. Plus, she was intrigued by the French people, and enjoyed listening to them talk in their native language.

Sharing the city with Gianni was a tale of romance. They had strolled the streets of Rive Gauche just after sunrise, with all the shopkeepers cleaning up and getting ready to open. They had walked via the Îsle de Saint-Louis to shop on Champs Élysée, and later had coffee in a café near the Paris Opera house.

That day, they had a breakfast of fresh-baked baguettes with apricot spread and café au lait. Then they walked along the banks of the Seine to see many of the iconic buildings of the city, including the Grand Palace. They crossed one of the oldest bridges in Paris, and on the right bank there was even an urban beach with scantily clad sunbathers.

Leah noticed that Gianni seemed different. She guessed Paris agreed with him. He had fallen victim to the city’s charms, even if he wouldn’t admit to being a romantic. As they strolled along, taking in the ambience, he seemed as enthralled as she was.

Shopping and walking worked up an appetite, and they had an early dinner at a small restaurant near Gare du Nord. They started with the classic onion soup, and followed with duck l’orange. It was grilled, and simmered in a delicate orange sauce, a delicious example of French cooking.

All through dinner, Gianni kept staring at her. Not that his attention was so unusual, but there was a look in his eyes. She wondered if he had something to say, but didn’t ask. Instead, she just enjoyed their time together, feeling so lucky to be with the man she loved.

A flash of disappointment surged. In the midst of all that was good, Leah should have been satisfied. Yet she wanted more, and clung to the hope of Gianni returning her love. If not in Paris, when would it ever happen?

She brushed aside the sadness. It might not happen. Gianni might not let her touch his heart. His strength might prohibit it. Or his purpose to satisfy her, and fearing he wouldn’t hold firm when needed, would be an insurmountable barrier. He couldn’t be the dominant that he was if he fell in love with her. But he might weaken if she melted his heart.

After dinner, Gianni took her dancing. Tango enthusiasts gathered at the mini amphitheatres along the Seine to dance as long as it was light out. For a while Gianni and Leah joined in, then sat on the steps enjoying a glass of wine. It was mesmerizing. An old man sat on the edge of the river with his radio playing music to dance to. Beautiful Parisian women danced in paisley summer dresses, and Leah listened to the soothing sound of feet dragging over the stone walkway.

Dusk turned to darkness, and Gianni took Leah’s hand. “Let’s go to the Eiffel Tower now,” he said. “The lines won’t be long at night.”

“Yes, good idea. I definitely want to see the view from up there.”

Gianni had arranged transportation and security for their stay. Leah had been so involved in sightseeing that she had forgotten about them. It was a ways to the tower, so they rode instead of walking. In the dim light of the back seat, Leah glanced at Gianni.

He turned to her and touched the back of his hand to his cheek. “You are so beautiful,” he said. His blue eyes were soft, and he looked so handsome.

“And you are the sexiest, most romantic man alive.”

Gianni smiled, then kissed her sweetly. He turned to look ahead, likely trying to spot the gardens by the tower. But he continued to smile. Leah squeezed his thigh. Then looked out the front window. Not far away was the Palais de Chaillot. The driver pulled closer and let them out at the best spot to get to the Eiffel Tower. It was amazing to see the foot of the iconic structure rising over a thousand feet high.

They walked through the gardens. The tower was impressive enough during the day, but at night it was bathed in a neon yellow glow. Leah looked up just in time to see it sparkle. The Eiffel Tower had a light show every night, and five minutes of each hour, it glimmered with white lights flashing on the iron lattice.

The queues were short, and they didn’t have to wait long to get into the glass lift to the first level. The durable glass floor offered a spectacular view of nighttime Paris. The green space they had just walked through, Champs de Mars, was visible below, as well as the highlights of the city.

They took the lift to the second level to see everything from a different vantage point. Gianni put his arm around her, pointing out locations he recognized. “The Arc de Triomphe, Notre Dame Cathedral. See the pyramid of the Louvre.”

“Amazing,” Leah said. “And the Champs Élysées.” She pointed, and Gianni looked that way. “There’s the Tuileries Gardens, right by our hotel.”

Next they took the lift to the top and bought a glass of champagne at the bar nestled into the structure of the tower. The viewing platform at the top was enclosed in glass supported by iron latticework. Gianni put his arm around her, and they stared in awe at Paris glittering below.

It was romantic, and the champagne quickly went to Leah’s head. Or maybe it was the height. Gianni stood behind her with his arm across her chest, and they sipped the rest of their drink. She could hardly take her eyes away from the breathtaking view.

Her thoughts strayed again to Gianni. The loving scene of him holding her close, towering above Paris, affected her. Looking down on such a romantic city, Leah couldn’t help but want love. The man she loved held her tight. If only he would love her back. She bit her lower lip and blinked away a tear.

Then Gianni took her hand and walked away from the crowd. His blue eyes gleamed, but for some reason he looked a little nervous. Yet very happy. Leah smiled at him when he took her hands. “It’s so lovely up here,” she said. And Gianni was such a heartthrob.

He looked into her eyes. “
You
...are lovely.” His eyes were bluer than ever, and the emotion that radiated between them melted her. There was no other man she would love like Gianni.

Gianni placed his palms on her cheeks and kissed her. The softness of his lips and the warmth of his touch sent a thrill through her body. It was a moment to remember. A kiss from her true love, at the top of the Eiffel Tower, with the spectacular view of Paris as a backdrop. What could be better?

Gianni released her, and a smile touched the corners of his mouth. “I want to say something.”

Leah’s heart skipped a beat.

Gianni cleared his throat. Then he proceeded to recite a poem. It touched her to think that he knew it by heart. And it dawned on her what he was saying.

“From the beginning of my life

I have been looking for your face

but today I have seen it

Today I have seen

the charm, the beauty,

the unfathomable grace

of the face

that I was looking for.”

Gianni paused, and Leah reached out for his hand. He continued. The words were music caressing her soul. And she was so enraptured that she didn’t hear all of what he was saying. She kept looking into his eyes. Gianni’s gorgeous blue eyes.

“My heart has burned with passion

and has searched forever

for this wondrous beauty

that I now behold.”

His lips kept moving. But Leah only heard part of the poem he recited just for her. Gianni captivated her vision, her thoughts, and her heart.

“Your fragrant breath

like the morning breeze

has come to the stillness of the garden

You have breathed new life into me.”

Gianni hesitated. He touched her cheek, and she leaned into his palm. His eyes sparkled, and Leah saw something in them that she had wanted to see for so long. Then he went on.

“My soul is screaming in ecstasy

Every fiber of my being

is in love with you.”

The words rocked her, and it took a moment for the sentiment to sink in. He had said it. That he was in love with her. Dizzy with joy, Leah tried to refocus. Gianni held her close and kissed her deeply.

Gianni wrapped his arms around her waist and looked into her eyes. “I love you, baby.”

Leah forgot to breathe.

He pulled her closer. “I love you with all my heart.”

He kissed her again, and Leah’s pulse raced. Gianni had really said that he loved her. She was so happy. “Let’s get out of here,” she said. “I want to hear you say it again, without so many people around.”

They made their way back to the lift and down to the bottom. Once outside the tower, Gianni held her hand, and they walked through the park below. She squeezed his hand. “The poem was beautiful,” she said. “What was it?”

“It is one of Rumi’s love poems. ‘Looking For Your Face’ is the name of it.”

“Yes, I do remember him. And his work. He has a…yearning. There is such”—Leah fought to think of the right word—“consuming desire that emerges from his poetry.”

Gianni smiled. “I thought you’d like it.”

“It was perfect.” Leah remembered reading that his poems expressed the deepest longings of the human heart for its beloved. And for that transcendent intimacy that he called the source of the divine. “And it was so romantic.”

“I had to search. I wanted it to be right.”

They exited the garden and found a small café. In a back booth, Gianni pressed his thigh against hers. He held Leah’s hand. “I loved you from the start,” he said. “But I didn’t recognize it. All I had known was domination. And to be honest, I have no idea how to make this work.” He looked into her eyes. “But I want to.”

“We love each other. We will figure it out.” They
had
to figure it out. Because Gianni loved her,
really
loved her. And Leah could not envision life without him.

“Sex with us was always something more,” Gianni said. “Being with you brought me back in touch with my deepest longings. Feelings that were nearly forgotten. But with you…emotion I thought was lost to me came flooding back.”

Leah squeezed his thigh, and he put his arm around her. “I love you, Gianni. And it means so much to me that you love me too.”

He kissed her, lingering. “I love you, baby. So much.”

The words made her heart soar with emotion. Leah knew that it was a big step for Gianni to open his heart. He needed to be in control, to protect her, and to be strong. But she was confident he could do all of that, and still love. And they would be together, every step of the way, while he learned how.

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