Italian Stallions (10 page)

G
abe’s gaze raked Gianna’s curvy legs all the way down to her fire-engine red lacquered toes then back to her shapely calves to her full thighs. He licked his lips. Her honey-colored skin whet his appetite for more. She slid a finger under the satin crotch of her thong and moved it slightly aside. Glistening pink lips beckoned him closer. His blood quickened, filling his cock to capacity. When he looked into Gianna’s eyes she smiled but a deep flush flared across her cheeks. God, she was beautiful.

He moved right into her, sliding his hands into her hair and pulling her up to his lips. His kiss was hard, possessive, and demanding. It left no question about what he wanted from her. Her lips clung to his, kissing him back fervently.

He tore his lips away. Panting, he pressed his forehead to hers. “Gianna, are you sure?”

Her big hazel-brown eyes glistened, and he thought for a minute she was going to cry. She nodded quickly and reached up to his lips. When he kissed her this time, he savored her lips. The honey taste and sweet smell of her, the smooth softness of them. He didn’t touch her below the neck, afraid that if he did, he would come in his pants and embarrass them both.

But Gianna wanted more of him.

She turned in his embrace and forced him against the desk. She swept everything off with a quick swipe of her hands.

Gabe grinned. “You’re full of surprises, Gia.”

She grabbed him by his tie and pulled him up to her, then straddled him on the desk. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

Gianna took a deep breath and told herself that what she was doing was good, because it was what she wanted. It was time to drop the stigma of the Madonna. She wanted sex, and she wanted it with Gabe. If he rejected her this time, she would die of shame.

Nervously, she unbuckled his belt. Gabe grabbed her hand and looked deeply into her eyes. “You sure?”

“Yes. I want you, Gabe. Here. Now.”

“Why me?”

Without hesitation she said, “I trust you not to hurt me.”

Gabe swallowed.
Shit!

He reached up and rubbed his knuckles across her cheek. Then he grinned. “I won’t hurt you, but I’m not a choir boy when it comes to sex.”

Gianna leaned down and nipped at his chest. “Yeah, I’m counting on that.”

Gabe rolled her over on the desk. He looked down into her big eyes. “Last chance to change your mind.”

She shook her head and arched her breasts against him. He growled and buried his face into her high cleavage. His hands cupped her and squeezed; his lips sucked a nipple through her bra. “God, I love your tits.”

Gianna ran her hands up the hard planes of his chest. “I love yours too.” And if he didn’t do something soon she was going to go up in flames she was so hot for him.

Gabe slowly slipped the straps of her black lacy bra down one shoulder, kissing its wake, then across the high swell of her mounds to the other side. He slid that strap down her shoulder, then reverently undid the front clasp and caught his breath when her breasts spilled warm and velvety into his waiting hands. Gianna arched into him, luxuriating in the feel of his hot mouth and tongue. She wrapped her legs around his thighs, and pulled him harder against her. His erection pressed firmly between her thighs, against her sensitive mound and she moaned, wanting more than pressure. She wanted penetration.

Gabe slid his right hand down her belly, then farther, and looped his finger around the thin strap of her thong. He slid it down, one agonizing inch at a time.

“Gia, you are so soft,” he murmured against her nipple. It hardened further. He flicked it with his tongue. His right hand moved lower, tracing light circles on her skin, getting closer to where she so desperately wanted him.

He slid a finger across her hooded clitoris. Gianna gasped. “Gabe, don’t wait.”

“Oh, no, Gianna, we’re going slow.” He kissed her belly button. “Slower.” He nuzzled the inside of her thigh and nipped her skin. “And slowest.” He licked her slit, deep, long, and slow. Gianna came off the desk. She squeezed her eyes closed and let her muscles relax as she allowed her body to be consumed by Gabe’s voracious mouth and tongue. She threw her head back and opened her legs wider, giving him full access to her. He made her feel so, so incredibly delicious; she had no words to describe it. She never expected she would lose her virginity this way or to a man she barely knew, but she had no doubts that Gabe was the man she wanted.

Gabe spread her lips with his thumbs, running his tongue in swirls across her straining clitoris. When he gently sucked it into his mouth, Gianna inhaled a deep breath. Her hands grabbed for something to hold on to. The only thing in reach was the edges of the desk. When Gabe slid a thick finger into her slickness, she came off the desktop again. He settled one hand on her thigh to keep her bucking body from moving off the table.

Gianna moved hotly against his mouth and finger, her wantonness shocking her. Gabe moaned against her, his fingers digging into the skin of her thigh. “Jesus, Gianna,” he said against her throbbing pussy, “you are so sweet and so tight.” He looked up into her eyes. Gianna trembled. Her juice glistened on his lips, and his dark eyes were hooded with passion. His look was so intense, so possessive, he scared her for a moment.

He must have read the fear in her eyes. He climbed over her and pushed up to kiss her nose. Gianna undulated against him. “Why did you stop?”

“Are you afraid?”

She shook her head. “No.”

“No second thoughts?”

“None.”

He grinned, his face lighting up. The gesture was pure ego, and Gianna thought she may have just fallen a little in love with him at that moment. He was all man, yet he was considerate.

She pulled him down by his tie and whispered, “If you don’t get busy, I’m going to find someone who will!”

Gabe grinned again. His hand slid down over her breasts to her belly, then to her hot mound. He slipped a thick finger into her, and she felt like she was going to swoon. “God, Gabe, that feels so good.” She moaned. His lips captured hers, and in a slow rhythmic slide, he fucked her with his finger. A deep swell began to build inside of her, and Gianna knew she was on the verge of a tremendous orgasm. Gabe’s lips descended on her breasts, his hand increased in momentum, and his hips moved in rhythm against hers. She came then, in a big bright sunburst of an orgasm. Wave after wave of tension ripped through her. She cried out, and he caught her cries in his kiss.

In slow, agonizing bliss she rode the orgasm out against his hand. A thin sheen of perspiration slicked her skin. Her body continued to convulse. As he slowed her with his right hand, Gianna caught her breath and unzipped his fly. The hard thick length of him rubbed against her hand and she shivered. He was big, and she was not. Adrenaline spiked. She wanted all of him.

Having come this far Gianna had no intention of turning back. She wanted to feel Gabe inside of her. Quickly she slid his slacks down, then his boxers. He sprang free, and Gianna gasped at the heat of his skin.

When she wrapped her fingers around his thickness, he shuddered. “Easy, Gianna, easy.”

“Gabe, I can’t wait,” she panted. A wild possession overcame her. She wanted to mate with this man. Feel him lose himself deep inside of her.

Slowly she pumped him, familiarizing herself with his perfect cock. The head was thick and soft. A bead of come oozed from the opening. Gianna smiled. That was for her. With her thumbs she smeared it across him, then resumed her slow rythmic movement. As he thrust in her hands Gianna maneuvered her steaming box closer to him, then pressed the head of him against her slick folds.

“No, Gia.”

Her body stiffened. No? Was he rejecting her
now
? Why? Her chest tightened. Gabe took her face into his hands and kissed her on the nose. “It’s not that, sweetheart. I need to get a condom.” He looked her deep in the eyes, and suddenly she felt foolish. Then it dawned on her that she had left the box of condoms she bought on the kitchen table!

“I don’t have one!”

Gabe smiled and moved from her. He hiked up his drawers and opened the door in the corner of his office. He returned a minute later with a square foil wrapper. “I’m always prepared.”

Gianna watched him expertly roll on the sheath, and when he pulled her to the edge of the desk, he looked meaningfully into her eyes. “You deserve better than this desk for your first time, Gianna.”

She pulled him toward her. “It’s perfect. Now stop talking and pop my cherry.”

Gabe grinned and spread her thighs. But before he brought her into the ranks of an experienced woman, he bent one more time to her pussy. He pressed a kiss to her swollen lips and licked and suckled her slit. Gianna rose off the desk and cried out, and Gabe pulled her straight into his erection. The big head of him softly nudged her swollen lips. Gianna squeezed her eyes shut and slowly exhaled. Gently he pushed harder. The feel of him entering her was beyond her expectations. Every nerve ending pulsed, and as if by some hidden engine, her vaginal muscles pulled him further in.

Realizing she had tensed, Gianna relaxed back onto the hard surface of the desk. His big hands steadied her hips as he filled her inch by delicious inch. She’d never been more ready for anything in her life and never so eager to go. She was tight, especially because of his size. She didn’t know how he ranked with other men; all she knew was he had more than enough for her. Despite his eagerness, he was gentle with her. She waited for the rip, the tear, the pain of him busting her cherry, but other than a slight pinch that was over before she realized she’d felt it, the so-called pain was over.

“You okay?” he softly asked, gathering her up to his chest. Gianna nodded, rubbing her lips across his bare chest. She kissed his pectoral and nipped at his nipple. His hips surged and he filled her fuller. She leaned back, allowing his arms to cradle her as he slowly began to rock into her. Gianna closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip. Desire swept across her body, straight to her core, and she felt a wild wave build. She was wet, and hot, and so hungry for him. Gabe answered her. His body slicked with sweat, his cock thrust deeply in then out, then in again, each time pushing her closer to the edge. She reveled in his power, his carnal knowledge, his lust for her. Gianna arched her back, and he caught a nipple in his mouth. She surged against him, and he met her thrust for thrust. Her breath became heavier and forced. He laved her neck, then in a crushing kiss sent her shooting off into the stratosphere. The slick slapping sound of their skin meeting turned her on. He felt hot and wet, his hair was damp, and his breath came hard and heavy. She felt like she was coming to the end of a sprint. “Oh, God, Gabe!” She gasped, digging her nails into his back as a tidal wave of pleasure tore through every nerve ending in her body, only to recede and crest and crash again.

Gabe moaned and his body stiffened, and in one more deep thrust, he came. His hips quivered and his muscles tightened. He held her tight against him; his hips flinched as her muscles constricted around his cock, extracting every ounce of come he had in him.

He collapsed against her on the desk.

Gabe fought hard to catch his breath. He smiled and smoothed Gianna’s damp hair from her cheeks. He kissed the tip of her nose. She smiled shyly at him, and he fell for her at that very moment. He hugged her to him and asked, “How do you feel now?”

“Like a grown-up.”

Gabe laughed. “You’re quite a find, Gianna Cipriani.”

“What do you mean by that?”

Regretfully, Gabe moved slowly off of her. If he didn’t get the damn condom off, he’d leak the boys into her, and then they’d have a big problem. He was not ready on any level for daddy duty. When he came back from the bathroom, he smiled. Gianna lay on top of his desk like a sated cat. She looked damn sexy all flushed and sultry from their lovemaking. She still wore those sexier-than-hell peekaboo pumps and those hot stockings and garter. She hadn’t refastened her bra, and her panties hung around her right ankle. He swiped off the few things remaining on the desk, clearing it of everything except the saucy little Italian girl looking at him with dark hazel come-hither eyes. She was smokin’ hot, and damn if he didn’t feel his dick responding again so quickly. He’d had more than a few marathon sexcapades in his lifetime, but he couldn’t remember filling up so quickly after he came since he’d been a randy sixteen-year-old.

Gianna smiled as her gaze swept down his belly to his rising erection.

“Gianna, you make me want to do very naughty things to you.”

She rose up on an elbow and looked at him. Her tits, for as big as they were, sat up firm and high. His hands ached to touch them again. “I want to do very naughty things with you too.” She sat up on the edge of the desk and slowly refastened her bra.

“What are you doing?” he asked, moving quickly toward her. He was ready to go a second round. Hell. His dick hurt with want. Gianna put her hand out to his chest and shook her head. “I’m sorry, but I have to get back to the restaurant.”

“Right now?” He grabbed her hand and pressed it to his full cock. “My boy wants some more of your girl.”

Gianna laughed. “Well, tell your boy down.” She leaned into him, though, and smiled. She squeezed his cock gently. And rubbed her thumb over the slick head. “I want to see you again.”

Gabe slid his arms around her waist. “Damn straight, you do!” No way was he letting her go. And it wasn’t just because she was going to be his star witness. No, Gabe wanted her for himself. She was like a fresh breeze in a stale pool hall. He’d been looking for her all his life and hadn’t realized it until just now. The thought sobered him as effectively as if she had thrown a pail of ice water in his face. He dropped his hands from her and stepped back. His erection waned, and he grabbed his shorts and slacks and quickly dressed.

Gianna frowned and opened her mouth but didn’t say anything.

“I have work to do too,” Gabe lamely said. All of a sudden, he couldn’t wait for her to leave. But just as much, he wanted to take her to his place and make love to her in his bed. And not the cover apartment he’d grown to hate, but to his home in LA—a bungalow tucked up in the hills with a killer view of the city. There he wanted to shut the door and spend a month with her in his bed.