Love in the City, an erotic romance novel (21 page)

“Good, you just relax and enjoy the sensations,” he said, his voice low and silky.

“You are too good to be true,” she whispered.

“I just want to please you,” he said as he expertly worked the muscles in her back and neck.

Anabelle was getting so relaxed she thought she could just melt into the bed. He worked the scented oil into her skin, moving slowly in long, firm strokes, even caressing her arms and hands. He was leading her into nirvana.

After massaging her back, neck and arms, he poured more oil into his hands, again rubbing them together to heat the oil and make it more pleasurable once it touched her skin. He moved his hands lower to her hips. She moaned softly as she felt his hands work around her panties, sliding underneath the waistband to cover the
area. He took his time, slowly and gently, but firmly massaging the muscles around her hips, passing his hands lightly over her derrière, then down her legs, one by one.

She reveled in his sensual touch. Her body
was warm and tingling as his hands moved over every inch of her, down to her feet. He gave her a foot-rub that relaxed every last cell in her body. She felt like putty in his hands.

“That feels incredible,” she said.

“I’m glad. I love putting my hands all over you, feeling your skin, your body,” he said, his deep voice husky. “Your feminine form is breathtaking.” His hands slowly slid up her legs, curving in towards her inner thighs. His thumbs gently worked the sensitive area in wide circles, climbing ever higher.

Her heart started to beat faster as his touch
grew more sensual and erotic. She felt his big, warm palms brush against her backside. His strokes became more firm and purposeful as he rubbed her skin in wide circles, his fingers now slipping under the waistband of her lace panties. His hands moved down high on her inner thighs, gently pushing her legs further apart. His hands now ran up either side of the edge of her panties and again he applied pressure to push her body more open.

She moaned as her body warmed with intense waves of sexual arousal. She sensed his masculine desire and curiosity about her body and her body responded by wanting to open to him. She inhaled sharply as his warm hand slipped between her legs, his long fingers touching the lacey fabric covering her womanhood. He moved his hand slowly back and forth between her legs. Her body ached at the touch, craving more.

“I want you,” she said, moaning and writhing beneath his touch, “inside me.”

He smiled. “You said you wanted to wait,” he whispered in her ear as he slid his hand underneath her panties.

She gasped as she felt the pleasure of his touch against her. She lifted her hips to receive him. She moaned even more as he felt her and explored her, his touch unbelievably erotic as his fingers intimately caressed her. “I ache for you,” she said. “I don’t care what I said anymore. I need you…all of you, inside me.”

“What kind of man would I be if I didn’t listen to my woman’s wishes,” he said, as he flicked his tongue inside her ear at the same time as his finger found her clitoris.

She moaned loudly at the sexually stimulating touch. It was as though he could read and feel her body, knowing exactly how to arouse the most powerful and pleasurable sexual responses in her. She didn’t know she could feel this way. “Oh, Giorgio, what you do to me,” she rocked her hips slowly, spreading her legs further apart.

“
You like this, m’lady?” he whispered in her wet ear. His fingers continued their exploration of her pussy. He rubbed her and then plunged his finger inside her. She was wet with desire.

She was going wild. “
Oh God, yes, I want you to take me now,” she said, panting as he continued to turn her on with his sensual and erotic stroking.

“But I’m not finished massaging you,” he said playfully. “I could get fired if I don’t finish what I start.” He then moved his hand and wrapped his arm around her waist, turning her over. He sat up, his full lips curving into a knowing grin.

She was too excited to even ask what he was doing. She watched as he got up and brought the full-length antique mirror next to the bed.

He propped some pillows up on the bed in front of it. He then lifted her off the bed, his arms strong and sure, and gently placed her half sitting up in front of the pillows, her legs stretched out, facing the mirror. He helped her lean back on the pillows. “This is a very special massage,” he said in a husky voice. “Only available to select clientele. In fact, just you.”
He leaned down to kiss her breasts, placing his wet mouth on her nipples, and flicking them with his tongue.

She had never felt such
powerful sexual desire before. Her heart pounded as his hands took hold of her delicate lace panties, pulling them down.

As he revealed
the rest of her body, his eyes were riveted on the dark hair, neatly trimmed, between her legs. He let out a long breath as he felt his body straining against his pants. He slipped her panties off and tossed them on the bed. He looked at her lying before him, only wearing the diamond heart pendant, which sparkled in the soft light. He took his time admiring her nude body. “You are truly a goddess,” he said, his lips wet and swollen-looking.

“Giorgio, I want you to take me,” she said, breathing heavy. She gazed at the big bulge between his legs. She craved him.

He leaned over her on his fists, one arm on either side of her and kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth.

She reached down for h
is belt and started to undo it.

He slipped off of her. “Oh no, you made me promise,” he said, his dark-lash rimmed blue eyes a deep pool of mystery and desire.

“What? Are you kidding?”

“A promise is a promise,” he said as he moved beside her. “But I do intend to complete your massage, beautiful girl.
” He looked up and made eye contact with her in the mirror.

Her face was a mix
ture of confusion and desire as her body writhed with arousal.

He reached down, leaning over her slightly and caressed the side of her far leg, gazing at her in the mirror. He touched her foot, then gripped it gently, and moved her leg up, bending it at the knee. He then softly slid it outwards, exposing her nude feminine form to the mirror.

She inhaled sharply as she realized what he was doing, her body aching with anticipation.

He then moved her other leg up and out so that her legs were spread and her body front and center in the mirror. “You are exquisite,” he said,
gazing between her legs, his voice low and deep.

She moaned as he touched her breasts, massaging each one with a tender touch, then slid his hand down between her legs. She couldn’t take her eyes off of the mirror, which gave her full view of her own body and the gorgeous man exploring it.

He licked his lips as he began to softly play with her pussy, watching it in the mirror as he rubbed it, then spread it open. He groaned with desire as he plunged his fingers into her vagina, feeling its wetness. He then looked down at her pussy as he caressed it, his lips parted, wet. “I’ve wanted to look at you for so long. I’ve had so many erotic dreams where I did all kinds of things to you.”

“Do whatever you want, my body is yours,” she said breathlessly, her hips writhing as he alternately massaged and entered and spread her pussy. She was out of her mind with desire watching his expert movements. Every touch of his sending a lightning bolt of erotic pleasure coursing through her body. She spread her legs wide open, feeling his hands
lustfully pleasuring her.

“I want to please you,” he whispered into her ear. He felt her body responding to his touch, saw how she opened her legs wide allowing him full access to her bare pussy, felt her push against his touch. Her breathing became more rapid and shallow. “I want to make you come and I want you to watch me make you come.”

She groaned loudly as he rubbed her clitoris with his thumb as his finger entered her over and over again. She felt her body spasm with sexual ecstasy as he rubbed her pussy faster and faster. “Giorgio…you’re going to make me…come…” she said, her eyes now looking down at her body, riveted on what he was doing to her.

He smiled, staring at her pussy in the mirror, watching her body writhe and shudder at his touch.
“I want this image burned into your mind, knowing what I can do to you, how much pleasure I can give you.”

“Oh
Giorgio…” she said as she looked back in the mirror.

He
plunged his finger inside her again as he rubbed her swollen bud.

“
Ohhh
…you’re doing it. I’m coming…” She gasped as her body exploded in an electrifying orgasm. She cried out as she shook, her body consumed with powerful waves of deliciously erotic sensations.

He
watched her while he kept his finger inside her, delighting in the feeling of her vaginal walls contracting and growing wetter as she came.

After a few moments, h
er breathing began to slow. He slipped his finger out and gently cupped her wet pussy. She slowly closed her legs and curled over on her side, burying her face in his chest. “You are the most incredible man, the most incredible lover…”

“I want to please you,” he said,
now wrapping his arms around her. “You drive me insane with desire. I can’t stop thinking about you.”

She snuggled in close to him.

He reached over for the bathrobe and covered her with it. “I must keep you warm,” he said.

“Oh
, you keep me warm, alright,” she said, looking up at him. She kissed him passionately and then slipped the bathrobe on. “Mmmm, soft and cozy.”

“Would you like me to run you a bath now?” he asked.

“You are incredibly thoughtful,” she said, her face still flushed with desire.

He started to get up, but Anabelle reached out across his bare chest to hold him down.

“You’re not going anywhere, Mister,” she said. She gave him a seductive grin as she pushed him down against the pillows. She sat up on her knees and traced her fingers across his muscled chest, then down his stomach to his belt buckle. “You’re like a sculpture, you’re so perfect.” She caressed the sides of his hips, smiling with satisfaction as she noticed how big the bulge was between his legs. She reached for his buckle.

He held her hand in a gentle grip. “You don’t have to do anything. I wanted you just to relax and enjoy yourself.”

“Oh, believe me, I have every intention of enjoying myself,” she said as she bent down to kiss him. She leaned back, looking him over slowly and suggestively. “That’s what your body is going to be for. I do recall you saying I could take you up on your offer of an entertainment
package
whenever I wanted to.”

“Ohh,” he said, his voice low, “
that’s right. I did. I just hope I can please my audience.”

She smiled as she undid the buckle on his belt. Her heart beat faster with anticipation. “I’ve been dying to look at you…to see your body.” She could tell how swollen
and hard he was underneath his clothes.

He was breathing heavier as
he watched her unzip his pants.

Her eyes lit up as she saw his body respond, straining against his pants. “I don’t think these pants are going to fit you anymore,” she said, shaking her head. “I’d better take them off.”

His parted lips curved into a smile. His eyes, half-lidded, closed for a moment as he inhaled sharply, while she lightly touched his bulging manhood through the now sticky and wet fabric of his underwear.

She slid his pants off. She looked at his long, muscular legs, then back up at the black Dolce & Gabbana briefs he wore, which were stretching with his arousal. She felt her face redden and her pulse quicken with desire. “God, you’re sexy,” she said as she reached up to the waistband of his briefs.

His body shuddered as she pulled them off him.

She
looked at him. She was in awe of his nude body. His erection was huge, the dark hair between his legs was thick, but well-groomed and very masculine looking. She appreciated the fact that he looked like a man and not a waxed figure.

H
e watched her looking between his legs, his body displaying his undeniably heightened sexual arousal. His hips started to move with a slow pumping motion as she now ran her hands up his thighs.

She pushed his legs apart, then took a moment just to stare at his long, hard cock
, glistening and wet at the tip, and his large balls. “So exquisite,” she said as she cupped him and ran her thumb against his scrotum.

He
let out a deep moan at the tender, intimate touch.

She marveled at how incredibly well-endowed he was. She had never seen a man like him nude before. She explored his body, touching and caressing every inch of
his manhood as his cock throbbed.

He
sighed as his body burned with red-hot desire. “Oh Anabelle, that feels incredible…you get me so excited sometimes…I think I might come in my pants.”

She smiled, seeing the pleasure written all over his face.
“Well now, you’re going to come in my hands,” she said as she reached for the massage oil. She shifted to sit by his side and poured some massage oil in her hand. She turned to look at him in the mirror. It was more apparent than ever how large of a man he was compared to her. “Giorgio, you are the sexiest man I have ever laid eyes on.” He was so tall, so well-built, his legs so long, his thighs muscled and tensing. “I love to see you with your legs open, your body nude.”