Boss Meets Baby(84)

Suddenly he stepped backwards, pulling her into his study with him. The door banged shut and he turned the key. Then he brought all his attention back to her.

‘I couldn’t get last night out of my mind,’ he said, tugging her close to him.

‘I thought about it too.’ Lily’s voice wavered. His hands had already found the tiny pearl buttons that fastened the front of her dress and he was making quick work of them.

‘It was incredible,’ Vito said, gripping the hem of her dress and pulling it straight over the top of her head. He tossed the garment aside, then his hands were on her naked skin, sweeping across her body in a way that set her trembling deep inside.

Lily gazed at him through a growing haze of sexual excitement. He was utterly gorgeous and he was going to make love to her. Her heart was racing and her legs felt weak. Just like last night, all it had taken was the merest touch and her body was on fire for him again.

She lifted her hands, tugging distractedly at his clothing. He knew what she wanted, and within moments— he was standing naked before her.

Her eyes roamed greedily over his magnificent body, revelling in his pure masculine perfection, before being drawn inexorably to the proud thrust of his erection.

She wanted to touch. Needed to touch. Without a conscious decision she reached for him and her fingers coiled around his hard, jutting flesh.

‘Lily!’ He closed his eyes and a deep, feral sound rumbled from within his chest. Then, never taking her eyes off his face, she began to move her hand in the way she knew he liked.

His breathing changed immediately, and he dragged air into his lungs in an uneven rhythm through parted lips. His head had dipped to one side, letting his fringe fall forward, and she saw his tongue flick against his teeth.

Suddenly she ached to kiss him. Without letting go of him, she stepped closer. Then, standing on tiptoes, she pulled his head down to hers.

He kissed her hungrily, his tongue plunging into her mouth with an erotic intimacy, and all the while she was aware of her hand caressing him, felt his reaction to the movement of her fingers through his kiss.

Suddenly he pulled away, gasping for breath, and gripped her wrist to still her hand.

‘No more. Not now.’ His voice was as laboured as his breathing, and she knew what he meant. He wanted this to last for both of them.

Almost reluctantly she uncoiled her fingers, but then he pulled her close and spun her round in front of him, so that he could lift her hair out of the way and kiss the back of her neck.

‘You are so beautiful,’ he murmured, before tracing the edge of her ear with his tongue.

She trembled and leant back against him, the skin of her back pressed against the skin of his chest. And the whole time she was acutely conscious of the length of his erection behind her.

‘Look in the mirror,’ he murmured. ‘See what I see.’

She lifted her eyes and stared at their reflection in his large mirror. He was behind her, curled over her possessively,— and she was standing in her lacy bra and briefs surrounded by a shimmering curtain of blonde hair.

Suddenly his hands began to slide around to the front of her body.

It was a strange sensation to feel and watch at the same time as his large bronzed hand slipped beneath the lace of her bra. Her nipple tightened to a hard point against his palm, then suddenly he eased the stretch-lace down so that her breast came free of the bra cup.

She gasped as erotic feelings flooded through her. Supported and lifted underneath, her breast thrust proudly towards the mirror, the nipple a pert, rosy bud that drew the eye.

‘Is that uncomfortable?’ he asked, his breath tickling her ear so that she shivered and tilted her head towards him.

‘No.’ She shook her head, aware of her breast, of the way her nipple felt supercharged with the aching need to be touched.

His hand slipped beneath her other breast, lifting it out of the bra cup as well. Now both breasts were pointing shamelessly towards the mirror, tight and tingling with the need to feel Vito’s hands on them.

She didn’t have to wait any longer. Vito brought his palms up to knead them both gently in a way that made her moan and arch back in encouragement. When his fingers teased her nipples she gasped and closed her eyes, pressing her head back against his shoulders.

‘Look in the mirror,’ he whispered huskily. ‘You are so beautiful.’

She opened her eyes in time to see his right hand release her breast and slide downwards, across her stomach, then lower still.

She held her breath, pure sexual excitement coursing through her as she anticipated his masterful touch. Her skin was flushed, and she could see a wild light in her eyes. Then his fingers slipped beneath the lace of her briefs, quickly locating the centre of her desire, and she was lost on a sudden rush of sensation.

It an instant her body was engulfed by marvellous feelings that pulsed right through her. She moaned, leaning back against his strong chest, and he continued to caress her, sending her higher and higher.

She rocked her hips, moving jerkily against his hand as the feelings became increasingly intense. She twisted in his arms, almost as if she wanted to get away. But that was the last thing she wanted. He’d carried her up to the brink. And now she needed the ultimate release from the pressure building within her.

As if to prove how perfectly in tune their bodies were, he let her go for a moment to pull her briefs down. Then he bent her over his huge leather topped desk.