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Bella Strega
Night was so easy; darkness cloaked every vice and shrouded every sin. Thenight was another world, another place, utterly removed from the demands ofmundane day-today living. In the dark all fantasies were possible, one couldgive life to one's clandestine self, and no one would ever tell. And in thedark, all secrets were sacred, cloaked in the benediction of silence.
She lay awake, deep into the night, her body betraying her yet again. Shecould count on nothing. She wanted everything. And she was past the point ofregret. Her body was tense with wanting, almost as if it had a memory apartfrom her own. She felt the ache to be touched, to be kissed, to lie stretchedout against a hot hard male body that would…
Oh, but she didn't want to think about that. That path was futile. She wasnot as entitled as a man to seek her pleasure. She was only empowered to knowhow she could.
It was so horrendously unfair. That and the emotions that went hand in handwith it. Men could buy anyone on the street for an evening's pleasure. Andwalk away.
She wasn't strong enough. She thought she could do it. She had thought…
But all the powers of Eve, what use were they in the end, when she was leftsquirming in bed, and nothing more to be had.
She was an innocent orphan once with dreams of becoming a nun and now . .. and now she didn't know what she was except a woman in heat who knew exactlyhow to satisfy her lust. . . . with no one to accommodate her. And now herdetermination never again unleash that carnal, uncontrollable part of herselfhad all gone to smoke now, irretrievable, irrevocable, and irredeemable.
And with father Antonio.
It was enough to make a saint cry. And yet she didn't want it any less.
And she wanted it with him.
Her cross to bear. Her sins of the flesh. She should be wearing a hair shirt.She should be flagellating herself like the nuns in the convent to remind herthat her body was weak and she was more powerless than most.
Ah, but she could never have envisioned this . Him.Them.
She ought never to have come here seeking refuge. And now she didn't knowhow she could ever leave.
He came to her anyway, after a night of carousing and flirting with insipidwomen of the night who would spread their legs on a dime and not think twiceabout it.
He had watched her covertly in the parlor the whole evening; the cool haughtyexpression on her face, the fire in her dark eyes, how, in every light, theopaque black of her gown made her seem more sensuous, and even more unobtainable.
But he knew better. He knew that body naked and rocking with indescribablepleasure. He knew those breasts and the strength of those hips, the taste ofthat mouth and tongue, and the hot slick satin between her legs.
But the last thing he wanted was to be enslaved by that body. The last thinghe needed was to be dependant on her caresses, on the expert tug of her mouthon his cock. He didn't want to know her; he only wanted to have her.
And so, after a futile night seeking the like, he came to her in their darknetherworld where nothing had to be said or admitted.
They could live for this; the heated touch of his hand on her silky skin:her instant luxurious response, her body stretching opulently and seeking hiscaresses.
All he wanted to do just feel that voluptuous response; just slide his handsall over her, lifting her gauzy gown to get at her thighs, her buttocks, andthe small of back that sensually curved into the flair of her hips.
She was a beautiful witch who was made for such pleasure; she couldn't waitfor it as she shifted herself and spread her thighs so that he could tantalizethe wet heat between.
And then he turned her boneless body so he could caress her breast. Suchbreasts—so firm and weighty with those hard prominent nipples that drovehim to distraction.
He wanted to drive his cock between her breasts and spew all over those nipples,he was so engorged by the thought he almost came. But a man needed to cultivaterestraint, even under such provocative conditions.
He undressed himself with precision as she watched and he watched her nakedbody writhe and arch to entice him back to her bed. Nothing could have kepthim away. He climbed onto her, straddling her yearning body and began his deliberateseduction of her nipples. All he wanted, just those hard succulent pleasurepoints in his mouth, first one, then the other, back and forth, back and forth,until she was ready to scream for mercy, and he was on the verge of eruption.
And then, he shifted himself so he was positioned between her breasts andshe immediately pushed them up and around his towering erection so that hewas pillowed between the fleshy softness, just where he wanted to be.
Her eyes were bright and knowing. Her hands cupped her breasts so her nippleswere erect and in his line of vision. And she licked her lips in anticipationand he began to move. Long strokes, long almost to her mouth; he pushed himselfhard so that the very tip of his cock barely grazed her lips, once, twice,the third time she caught him, taking the sensitive tip right between her lipsand squeezing.
And again, to a long lush lick of her tongue. And again, to an aching need,the suction of her mouth and her hot flicking tongue, devouring him, eatingjust the luscious tip of him, all hot wet sucking licks and tugs while shecradled him between her billowing taut-tipped breasts.
He kept going back for more. Each stroke took longer and longer as her expertmouth worked the tip of his cock toward ecstasy.
And she loved doing it. She loved him between her breasts, his rigid manhoodcraving her mouth, and her succulent kisses.
And he adored the lush low sounds she made at the back of her throat as ifshe couldn't get enough. It became a game: would he thrust deeply enough forher to catch him? And if he didn't, would he miss her juicy sucking? And couldhe ever get enough before he exploded . . . he felt like he could go on andon forever between her breasts and her hot eager mouth.
One more thrust, one more, one more again, between her lips and into paradise,and one more still . . . he pulled back for still another lusty plunge intothe heaven of her mouth, and his potent sex erupted with the force of a volcano—wetand wild and pumping everywhere, all over her nipples, her breasts, her mouth,her face, her hair, bathing her in the sweet cream of his desire.
He could move; didn't want to. Could have died and gone to heaven right then.But she immediately began rubbing his ejaculate into the skin of her breasts,her face, her body as if she loved and craved it; into her taunt nipples asshe looked at him with those dark unfathomable eyes, as if she had known allalong his secret fantasy.
He had never known anyone who loved it like that. Her body arched as shecontinued to caress the residue, so much, it was drying fast, she wanted itso much… she rubbed it on her legs, on her dark thatch, on her belly,all the while watching him, watching his manhood respond to the caressing strokesof her fingers rubbing the essence of him into her own body.
"I'll be wearing it tomorrow," she whispered, brushing her lips with hersticky fingers. 'I'll be clothed in your cream." She licked the tip of onefinger, and he wanted to cram his cock into her mouth and come all over heragain.
She was primed and ready for him, he could feel the warm wet heat as he exploredbetween her legs, and she opened wider and invited him in.
"Bella Strega," he hissed before he sank himself deep.
She went off like a shotgun, hot shuddering spasms one after another as hedelved deeper and deeper into the velvet of her sex, making her bear down onhim harder and harder, and then pumping faster, until she cried out for mercy.
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