Текст книги "The Affair"

Автор книги: Beth Kery

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Chapter 26

They approached the great bed, where he dropped her hand and threw back the comforter and sheets and tossed aside a couple of decorative pillows. “Get in,” he said, nodding at the bed. She clambered onto the mattress, sighing when he pulled the sheet and cover over her. It was a soft, cozy cocoon, but—

“Why aren’t you getting in?” she asked him, propping herself up on a pillow with her elbow.

“I’m thinking,” he said, looking distracted. “Do you mind telling me precisely what you didn’t care for?”

She gave him a blank look.

“With oral sex?” he prompted.

“Oh,” she said, her cheeks heating. “Well, you know, it’s just . . .”

“What?” Vanni demanded when she faded off. Her gaze flicked over him. It was very difficult having this conversation with him naked. His beautiful body made things difficult. His erection was like some kind of neon sign flashing, blinding her, one that he didn’t even seem to notice. She swallowed and looked away.

“I didn’t hate it or anything, Vanni. I’m just no expert. And . . . it seems nicer for men than women, that’s all,” she mumbled. “I mean, that’s what I used to think.”

“You don’t anymore?” he asked, taking a step toward her. She found herself staring at his cock again. It was only inches away from her face.

“No,” she whispered. “I want to touch you very much. I want to please you, like you did me in that dressing room.”

“You’re not interested in figuring out a sure way to make that happen?” he asked, and she heard the humor in his voice. She looked up into his face and smiled.

“Of course I am. I’m just not sure how.”

“You’re not going to fail. Trust me. Right now, for instance, your eyes are doing a damn good job of turning me on . . . as usual.”

She quirked her brows in confusion.

“Never mind,” he mumbled. “Just touch me.”

Her hand was already on the way. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft of his cock. He was heavy and hard and warm. She felt the subtle pulse of his heartbeat in the veins. His sharp inhale at her touch pleased her very much. She skimmed her hand upward over the defined rim beneath the crown, biting her lip in arousal at the sensation of the smooth skin covering dense flesh. Made bolder by her excitement, she ran her fist from balls to tip several times, holding up the shaft slightly so that she could stare at the virile vision of his round, heavy testicles. Her mouth watered.

“You’re so beautifully shaped,” she observed distractedly, running her hand up and down the shaft again. The crown especially excited her, smooth and defined, like the fat, tapered cap of a mushroom. “So hard.” She flicked her fingers against the rim with extra force and heard him grunt softly. Before she could second-guess herself, she gave in to desire and leaned forward, inserting the large head between her lips. It excited her, how dense his flesh was, how warm, and yet the skin was velvety soft. She pushed slightly with her head and felt him parting her lips wide.

“Enough,” he said roughly, and he stepped away. One second, she’d had the hard pressure straining against her lips, and the next it was gone, leaving her a little bereft . . . hungry.

She watched him in profile as he opened the bedside table, his cock jutting out between his strong thighs. Her eyes widened when he extracted the arch-shaped vibrator and remote control.

“I’m just going to slip this inside you while I get something,” he said. “Do you need lubrication?”

Emma cleared her throat and averted her gaze. “I don’t think so,” she admitted. Things felt very warm and tingly at her sex. She’d practically melted into hot goo when she’d been sitting in his lap while he played with her breasts beneath a hot sun. That much arousal wasn’t so easily rinsed away. Besides, she’d felt that familiar tickle and rush of heat with his fat cockhead pressed between her lips right now.

She saw his small smile as he turned to flip back the sheet. “I’ve told you, that’s a good thing. There’s no reason to be embarrassed.”

“I know. I’m not,” she insisted. His eyebrows arched expectantly.

“You know what to do,” he prompted, his low voice making the prickling sensation at her clit amplify. “Anytime you see this in my hand, just open your thighs.”

Licking her lip anxiously, she lay back on the bed and did what he said.

“That’s right,” he said, placing one knee on the mattress. He put the tip of his finger at her entrance, his jaw going hard. “You’re right. You don’t need anything. You’re nice and warm and wet,” he said gruffly. She bit her lip as he slid one side of the arch into her channel. She whimpered when he found her clit with his thumb, rubbing it once in a hard, tight circle, before he placed the other end of the arch on top of it.

He stood again, flipping the covers over her. “I’ll be right back,” he told her before he punched a button on the remote control. Emma started slightly as the vibrator buzzed to life, stimulating her. She stared covetously at the rear view of Vanni as he stalked out of the room to the walk-in closet, utterly insouciant and confident in his nudity.

He disappeared behind the door. She thought about what he wanted her to do. Her anxieties were free to surface. She recalled hiding in that armoire and hearing the subdued yet lewd sounds of Astrid giving him what sounded like strenuous, enthusiastic oral sex. She’d sounded quite expert.

He’d probably been with some of the most accomplished lovers in the world.

The sensation of the buzzing vibrator fractured her anxious ruminations. The instrument was starting to warm. Or she was. It wouldn’t be so bad, would it? She certainly coveted Vanni’s cock a lot more than she had Colin’s. It was so beautiful, just like the rest of him, long and straight and thick. His testicles were the image of male virility, round and full, the sac gloving them tightly. The crown made her mouth water, so fat and luscious looking. She recalled how that thick, delineated rim felt beneath her lips. He hadn’t let her feel it with her tongue just now, but he would give it to her . . . soon.

She moved restlessly on the bed, becoming aroused by the vibrator and her thoughts. If she became turned on enough, maybe her anxiety wouldn’t get in the way and she wouldn’t disappoint him?

A rustling resounded from the depths of the closet. He was preoccupied for the moment. She hastily picked up the remote control and turned it to a higher speed. She moaned softly at the increase in stimulation. It felt so good. She set down the remote and shoved a hand beneath the covers. She pressed quickly on the end of the vibrator next to her clit, sighing in pleasure.

The stimulation suddenly eased and she opened her eyes.

Vanni stood next to the bed, his finger on the remote. His expression looked hard, but his eyes were alight.

He flipped back the sheet, and she moved her hand away from her pussy hastily.

“Enjoying yourself?” he asked amusedly, sitting at the edge of the bed, his hip brushing against hers. His gaze moved over her, striking her, as usual, as cool and assessing and yet hot and scorching at once. His stare lingered on her breasts. Her nipples were very tight. “Never mind,” he said dryly. “I have my answer.”

“I didn’t think you’d mind.”

“I don’t. This time.” He met her stare. “I know that I let you have the controls the first time I used this vibrator on you, but I usually won’t. I want you to let me be the one to control it. You said you wanted to please me before. That will. I want to know I’m responsible for your pleasure. Do you understand?”

Her channel clamped around the vibrator. She shifted her hips at the stab of arousal that went through her.

“Yes,” she said honestly. He wanted to control her pleasure, the strength of it, the rate of it . . . the moment of detonation. That was what would please him. She was beginning to realize it would please her, too. Very much.

A smile flickered across his lips.

“Good. Now switch places with me,” he instructed.

She rolled over, and he shifted to where she’d been, propping several pillows behind his back. For the first time, she saw that he held a small, clear bottle in one hand. He leaned back, his long legs bent and spread before him. “Come here.” He gestured between his legs. “Kneel in front of me.”

“Like this?” she asked a moment later, her knees bent, her bottom resting on her calves, her body upright.

“Yes. Put your hands on your thighs and arch your back,” he added, eyeing her.

His gaze flickered over her breasts and belly when she took the position. She would have felt self-conscious about sitting there like that naked, her hands in her lap, her breasts thrust forward. It was a submissive pose, there was no doubt about it. But the vibrator was buzzing at her sensitive flesh, and Vanni was like a visual feast in front of her—an entire spread of gilded skin, hard muscle, and tumescent sex. And besides, she saw the way his gaze heated as he inspected her. He was pleased.

And so was she.

“You’re very beautiful.” She smiled because she heard the note of awed sincerity in his gruff voice.

“Did the vibrator stay in place?” he asked.

“Right on target.”

His lips tilted at her quick response.

His hand opened, and he set the bottle of what she assumed was lubricant on the mattress. What was he going to do with that? He reached for his cock.

Her eyes widened when he looped something around the tip—a sort of thin black lasso. He pushed the flexible lasso down several inches of his cock. She blinked in amazement and looked up at him.

“Is that like a cock ring?” she asked hesitantly. She knew about cock rings. She was a nurse, after all, and had done training in an emergency room. It wasn’t every day that a man presented with a cock ring ER nightmare, but they happened, and she’d been a witness to two, and heard tales of others.

“Why do you have that worried look on your face?” he asked.

“I’m a nurse,” she said, shrugging. “Those things have been known to cause a man a real nightmare when the blood gets constricted and they get . . . stuck.”

She blinked at his brilliant smile. “It’s not a cock ring. And that’s not what I’m using it for.”

“Good,” she said, relieved. “Because you don’t have any problems with . . . you know. Being hard.” And beautiful and . . . delicious looking.

“It’s loose. See?” He wiggled the lasso slightly, proving his point. “I’m not using it to constrict anything. It’s just a limit.”

“A limit?”

He nodded, holding her stare. “You’re only allowed to suck down to the limit. This time.”

Her eyes widened as comprehension dawned. Relief rushed through her. She’d been worried about his size and girth, and he’d realized it. But she could handle this, couldn’t she?

“Come here,” he said, waving his hand in a beckoning gesture toward his cock. She bent and lowered her face over his lap, catching his male scent. Her mouth watered and she swallowed thickly. He picked up the lubricant from the mattress and opened it.

“I’m going to put this on the lower part of the shaft,” he explained, his low, gruff voice causing the hair to prickle along her neck. He poured some of the lubricant on his hand. “I’ll see to this, and you’re responsible for the part above the limit,” he explained. “But just watch for a moment, learn a little about what feels good to me.”

She watched from her up-close position, her lungs burning in excited anticipation as he rubbed the shiny liquid up and down on his lower cock. Desire sluiced through her, sharp and breathtaking, at the vision of his big, male hand fisting his cock. He could encircle the girth completely, something she hadn’t been able to do with her own hand. He pumped matter-of-factly, his actions quite forceful, shocking her a little. Every once in a while, he included his balls in his vigorous massage.

The smell of strawberries reached her nose and she inhaled. “It’s scented and flavored,” he said from above her, obviously noticing her appreciative sniff. “I have it specially made with a tincture of fruit extract. Unfortunately for you, tonight you only get the unflavored tip,” he added, and she heard the smile in his voice. “Are you ready to suck?” he asked quietly as he continued to pump his cock.

She nodded fervently. Watching him jack himself was doing strange things to her. She suddenly felt single-minded. The stimulation on her pussy only seemed to amplify her hyperfocus on his cock. Given where he’d put the limit of the lasso, he got more of himself than she did.

She was jealous.

He lifted his left hand while he continued to pump his shaft with the other. He cupped the back of her head and brought her to him. She craned to take him, but he flexed his fingers into her hair, tugging back slightly.

“I’ll instruct you,” he said. She heard the sharp edge to his tone and tilted her head up to see his face. “I’m sorry,” he said, obviously seeing her startled expression. “I want to make sure this isn’t unpleasant for you, or it won’t bode well for the future. But it will also turn me on, to tell you what to do. To tell you what I like. Okay?” he asked more gently.

“Yes,” she agreed, giving him a small smile. If he instructed her, there was less of a chance she’d fail. He was setting up the scenario, in fact, so that she was guaranteed to succeed. A rush of gratitude and warmth for him went through her.

He stared down at her with a rigid focus. “Slip the head into your mouth. Lips nice and firm, hold me like a vice,” he said. “I want to feel that hunger I always see in your eyes firsthand. If you want to show me what I see there right now, you can’t be shy. Suck, Emma.”

I want to feel that hunger I always see in your eyes firsthand.

Her lips strained around the head. She tongued him, curious and hungry, pressing to feel his shape. She wetted him, feeling that rim, laving it with a hard pressure . . . loving it. Finding the slit, she pressed, the salty taste of pre-ejaculate spreading on her tongue. He groaned and his pumping hand went faster.

“That’s good. You have a strong little mouth. You’re showing me, aren’t you? How much you want to please me?” he murmured. She slipped her lips up and down on the head, clamping him, affirming her hunger. Her eyes sprung wide when she felt the buzz on her pussy amplify. He’d increased the power on the vibe. A moment later, he pulled gently on her hair, and his cock popped out of her mouth. She moaned feverishly at the deprivation.

“Wet it down to the limit with your tongue,” he instructed gruffly, his hand still moving up and down on the shaft forcefully. She stared at his pumping fist as she licked his cock, tracing a distended vein, bumping against the thin silicone of the lasso—that limit to her hunger. Increasingly, she disliked that limit. She pushed at the thin silicone with the tip of her tongue. He was right; it wasn’t tight. She nudged it farther down his cock, the flavor of strawberries spreading on her tongue . . . sweet, forbidden fruit.

“Emma,” he grunted in warning, pulling back on her head. She looked up at him, her tongue still bathing his cock. His face went tight.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his fist moving faster. He tugged gently on her head and pointed his cock toward her mouth, inserting it between her parted lips. “Show me,” he demanded in a hard tone.

She knew what he meant. He wanted her to demonstrate her desire for him. The realization hit her that fellatio was the perfect way for a woman to do that for a man, if she truly felt it. It was a true surrender, a total abandonment for the pleasure of another . . . a finding of personal gratification in return for giving it. Emma yielded, giving herself to the feeling. Placing her hands on his thighs to give her balance, she sucked him into her mouth, giving her hunger free rein. Her lips bumped against the thin silicone lasso again and again as she squeezed him into her mouth. He filled her, even with the limit, the tip of his cock sliding along the length of her pressing tongue. When she sucked hard, her cheeks brushed against his flesh.

“Aw, yeah, that’s good,” he said in a choked voice. For a moment, his hand was gone from her head. The vibrator buzzed more strenuously, and his hand was back. She moaned in rising arousal and pumped him faster. It felt so good, the pressure on her lips, filling her mouth with his hard, pulsing flesh, the vibrator heating her . . . rewarding her hunger. In a frenzy of arousal, she pushed down harder, bumping her lips against the limit of the lasso, pushing it down slightly, wetting her lips with the lubricant, tasting strawberries on her tongue, gaining a half inch before he pulled back gently but firmly, with his fingers in her hair.

“You’re getting greedy for it, aren’t you, baby?” she heard him say, his voice thick with arousal.

She moaned an affirmative as she thrust her amount of allotted flesh in and out of her mouth, faster and faster.

“Here,” he said, removing his pumping fist from his cock. He reached for her hand and put it where his had been. Instinctively, she tightened it. “You take over then. I like it hard, Emma. Grip me tight. Yeah, that’s right. That’s good.” She squeezed him, both with hand and mouth, pumping him between her lips, the fever in her growing. Her eyelids flickered open when she felt liquid sprinkle against her knuckles. He’d poured additional lubricant on his cock. She gripped him tighter, appreciating the increased ease of the glide. So did he, if his rough moan was any indication. She loved that evidence of pleasing him.

She could grow addicted to it.

She lost herself to the rhythm, sucking and jacking him. Her hunger amplified. Again, her lips pushed at the limit, and the taste of strawberries spread on her tongue. For the rest of her life, she’d associate that taste with pure, rabid sexual hunger.

Vanni tightened his hold on her head, and for a split second, she felt him pushing, goading her on, encouraging her to swallow more of him.

Then he was pulling back. She cried out sharply when his cock popped out of her mouth. He put his hand on her wrist and jerked it off his cock. His cock fell to his taut belly, bouncing slightly.

“Sit up,” Vanni grated out. She blinked, taking a few seconds to comprehend what he’d said, she was so aroused. “Scoot your knees closer to me. Now rise up on your knees.”

She lifted her bottom off her lower legs and knelt before him, panting. His gaze lowered over her, scoring her face and breasts and belly. “Look at you,” he said, his nostrils flaring. “Your cheeks are bright red, and your breasts . . .”

He faded off, his mouth shaping into a snarl. He opened one hand along her left hip, his thumb stretching beneath the vibrator. “You liked it, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” Emma gasped as he began to circle his thumb on her well-lubricated clit. Her buttocks clamped tight. She trembled. The soles of her feet began to burn. She was going to come.

“Tell me what you want,” she heard Vanni say as if through a long tunnel. She bit her lip. She was about to explode. It felt so good.

“I want you to let me suck you again,” she moaned miserably.

“Jesus,” he hissed, putting the tip of the vibrator back against her clit “You’re so fucking sweet.” Then he was holding his cock up off his body, pushing her to him again. She took him into her mouth with a wild yet single-minded focus, squeezing him with her lips, sucking him until her cheeks hollowed out, ravenous. He groaned gutturally. Had he turned up the vibrator? She wasn’t sure; all she knew was that the feeling of his cock swelling in her mouth was making her frenzied. Her head moved so fast, gobbling him forcefully, but it seemed like she ignited in slow motion.

Suddenly, climax hit her full force. She screamed onto his cock as her body shuddered. His fingers tightened in her hair, and he was jerking her off him. She continued to shake in orgasm, blinking her eyes open, disoriented. He pumped his cock, growling as he began to come. Semen jetted against her lips and she tasted him for the first time.

Ignoring his hold on her and the sting of her scalp, she leaned forward and took him into her mouth. His growl escalated to a roar as she sucked and he came on her tongue. He pulsed between her clamped lips, giving himself to her, and she craved—no, she cherished—every last drop.

A tense moment later, his fingers loosened in her hair. Emma released his cock from her mouth and fell forward slightly, her hot cheek falling above his hip bone. She still trembled from the onslaught of pleasure. She panted for air. His hand returned to the back of her head, his fingers rubbing her scalp. He shifted slightly and the vibrator stopped abruptly. She exhaled in relief. She hadn’t realized until that moment how tense the continued stimulation on her post-climactic sex was making her.

“I don’t think you have anything to worry about.”

She lifted her head slowly, curious about the dazed, rough sound of his voice. Her eyes widened when she saw that he did, indeed, look a little undone, sprawling there on the pillows. He also looked indecently gorgeous.

“What?” she asked.

“You have a gift,” he said, glancing down drolly at his damp, still-firm cock where it rested on his belly.

A smile flickered across her lips. They were sore from squeezing him so hard, but she found the sensation a pleasant reminder of her eagerness in showing him her desire . . . of his lesson in liberating it.

“No,” she whispered, coming up on her knees and then lowering on top of him. She brushed her swollen lips against his mouth and felt him open his hand at her back. “You’re the one with the gift, Vanni. Thank you,” she murmured before he drew her closer to him with both hands, and kissed her in earnest.

After a delicious moment, she came up for air and settled her cheek on his chest, panting slightly. A feeling of lassitude and comfort overcame her when he rubbed her scalp with his fingers.

“Tell me more about your villa in France. La Mer,” she said, her tongue lingering over the exotic-sounding words.

“You’re going to see it soon.”

“I know. But I want to hear you talk about it. What does it look like?” she prodded languorously.

“It’s old,” he began after a moment, sounding thoughtful. “La Mer was built in the late seventeen hundreds, but it’s been renovated and added to many times. It’s built in the Italian Renaissance style. I think there are secrets to it even Adrian and I—who explored it with single-minded intent for treasure and secret passageways as a kid—never discovered. But I like it that way . . . with a few secrets intact,” he murmured, and she heard that faraway note in his voice, that wistful one that she’d seen on his face when he spoke of La Mer earlier. “It sits on the edge of cliffs, perched hundreds of feet above the sea. At night, with the windows open wide, you can hear the waves hitting the shore. It gets pitch-dark there, and it’s always peaceful . . .”

Emma felt her eyelids growing heavy, listening to him talk. She fought sleep desperately, though, prizing the rare, wonderful experience of Vanni Montand sounding relaxed and content.