Page 80 of The Roman's Woman (A Singular Obsession)

She waited for him for him to turn to her before pulling the sides of her robe apart to flash him, giving him an eyeful of her silk-bound body.

Gio dropped the piece of pasta he was holding on the floor. The next thing she knew, she was sitting on top of a pile of perfectly assembled little rows of ravioli.

“Gio, the dinner!”

“We can order in,” he growled, his face buried in her neck.

Giggling, she wrapped her arms around his head, guiding it into her full breasts. Gio sighed like he was coming home. He tugged the thin straps of her gown down, leaving her naked from the waist up. Tugging his head closer, she guided his mouth to her dusky brown nipple.

He took one with a groan that reverberated down her body. Between her legs, her pussy contracted, sending little sparks of pleasure radiating out like fireworks.

She must have murmured that last part about fireworks out loud because Gio laughed before lifting his head. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

His hands went for her gown, and she helped him by wiggling enough so he could pull it off. Completely naked, she wrapped her legs around his waist, enjoying the way the rough cloth of his pants and shirt felt against her bare skin. Shameless in her hunger, she rubbed up and down, abrading her nipples and wet pussy against him.

Gio said something in Italian she couldn’t understand and his hands moved faster and harder in his eagerness. She loved being touched by him, the no-holds-barred way he handled her body—a little rough but always reverent. It was a heady combination of love and lust that never failed to arouse her.

Reclining on one arm, she scooted backward when he pushed her, bracing her leg on the edge on the counter. Gio’s head moved between her legs, his tongue snaking out to lick and probe her. Moaning aloud, she threw her head back and shifted to brace herself with both arms.

She felt like a goddess being worshiped. Images of fertility idols danced behind her closed lids and she laughed aloud, something Gio apparently took personally. He sucked her clit into his mouth hard, nipping it with his teeth. His fingers circled her entrance and pushed inside, making her gasp.

“Not laughing now, are we?” he teased, making her giggle. He huffed against her wet lips and reached out to nip her again.

“Oh, God,” she cried as his fingers worked inside her tight channel rhythmically, teasing her G-spot with determined strokes.

That was part of what she loved about him—he never wasted any time.

Her pussy had started to flutter and spasm around his fingers when he reached up to pull her hips to the edge of the counter. With one hand, he tore open his pants and then he was there, thick and strong, parting her folds with a long smooth push.

His size made it a little hard to take him easily, but that was why he was always careful to make sure she was burning to a fever pitch before he fucked her.

There was a little burn, but it dissipated quickly, transmuting into pleasure like quicksilver. Clamping down on him, she rocked when he moved, matching him thrust for thrust. He took a fistful of her hair and tugged her head to one side, exposing the length of her neck. His mouth moved up and down the sensitive skin there, leaving her weak and boneless in his arms.

He pulled her off the counter and onto the floor, a little rain of abused ravioli falling down on them. She was too out of breath to laugh. All she could do was hang on, grabbing his hips and ass while his cock drove deep. Each stroke caressed her sensitized nerves, sending little ripples of ecstasy throughout her body.

Her control started to splinter. Putting her lips to his ear, she urged him to go faster and harder with desperate little whispers. He slammed into her again and again, driving down in a counterpoint to the upward pitch of her hips. The friction grew like a sunburst filling the sky until she couldn’t focus anymore. Vision blurred, she convulsed around him, fighting to hold the pulsing head of his cock tight against that magical little spot that made her shiver and writhe helplessly on the floor.

“Madonna mia.” Above her, Gio’s head moved back, his neck corded with tension.

His cock jerked repeatedly, and she was filled with heat as he spilled his seed deep into her waiting womb. She cried out and wrapped her legs around his waist, taking all of him. Endless moments later he finally collapsed over her with a guttural groan.

Neither of them was capable of speech for a long time. They lay there on the floor until their bodies cooled and their breathing returned to normal. Eventually, Gio lifted his head to smile and kiss her softly.

She burst out laughing and reached up to pick off the stray ravioli that had gotten stuck to his shoulder. “It’s a pity, ’cause this looked delicious.”

He grinned down at her wickedly. “I can make more.”

Gio helped her to her feet and they took in the disaster that was now the kitchen. He couldn’t hide his expression of dismay. Peeking at him from behind her lashes, she smiled and elbowed him in the ribs.

“You’re dying to clean this all up, aren’t you?”

He wrinkled his nose and threw an arm around her. “It can wait until after we shower.”

Taking her hand, he led her to the massive master bedroom, a space bigger than her old apartment. He stood in front of her, pulling off his shirt and revealing that glorious six-pack. She wiped her mouth surreptitiously, in case she was drooling, and started to slip off her robe absently.

Damn, the man was gorgeous.

He was peeling off his pants when he turned to her with a contemplative expression. He said something she didn’t catch. She was too busy staring at him. He possessed such masculine beauty, it was easy to forget that the best thing about him was his kindness and generous loving heart. Such a man shouldn’t exist—let alone be hers.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” she asked, struggling to focus on his words.

He smiled. “I said I know you were joking about kids earlier. But I meant what I said when I proposed. I’m not in a rush to have a baby, no matter what my friends might have told you.”

Reaching over, he tugged off her robe, which was trailing off one arm like a long forgotten streamer. He pressed a kiss to the sensitive spot behind her ear before taking the length of silk and folding it neatly on a chair.

He was perfect. Absolutely perfect. How could she not want to have a baby with this man?

“Yeah, about that…”

The End

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