Free Amore and Pinot Grigio - a Guido la Vespa Christmas Tale [Guido la Vespa] (BookStrand Publishing Mainstream) by Veronica Bell Page B

both of them collapsed. It was only a matter of minutes before he was ready again, commanding Sigrid, “Get on top.”
    She straddled him and he held her hips, pushing her up and down, reaching up and tweaking her nipples, pulling her close to him and licking and biting them as she moaned and repeated his name until they climaxed together. She collapsed on top of him and then relaxed at his side, slipping into a reverie.
    “ Dio !”
    “What?”
    “I’m sorry, cara , I did not mean to wake you, but…”
    “You didn’t quite wake me, just a jolt. But what’s wrong?
    “We did not use any protection. That is what is wrong.”
    “Oh, no, don’t worry. Don’t worry. I’m on the pill. I didn’t tell you before, I mean I thought it was better that you use a condom that night back at the restaurant.”
    “Of course, yes.”
    “I should have told you tonight, sorry. I just didn’t want to ruin the moment with a discussion.”
    “No, no, it is fine. The moment was worth my brief panic just now. As long as there is no danger of conception.”
    “None.”
    “I am surprised, though, that you use the pill. You did not stop when your engagement was ended?”
    “No, because I knew I was coming to Rome, and I knew there were a lot of good looking men here and that’s what we North American women are all looking for in Italy. Right?”
    “Oh, you are teasing me!”
    “A little bit.”
    “I guess I asked for that.”
    “I would say so.”
    “Okay, stop smirking! Now let us get some sleep.”
    Sigrid slept soundly until she felt her hand being placed on Sandro: he tutored her in how he liked to be touched and stroked, as he came to pulsating life. He took her head in his hands and moved it down toward his legs. “Only if you want to, cara ,” he said.
    “I want to.”
    And she did, touching first the tip with her tongue and then circling and finally taking him fully in her mouth. He began a slow rhythmic movement, back and forth, as his breath grew heavy and Sigrid moaned, experiencing a sense of power she had never known.
    Sandro stopped her, though, before he lost control and pulled her face up toward his, flipping her over and placing a pillow under her hips. He positioned himself behind her and took her from behind, filling her quickly, knowing they were both close to completion. He pulled her hips into him as he came, crying out and jerking several times till he was spent.
    They fell asleep again and at 8, Sigrid’s alarm clock sounded.
    Sandro looked at her with sleepy eyes. “We should get out of this small bed, which I am amazed has not collapsed. Remember, today we take a number of items out to the animal hospital.”
    “I know. I want to. But let me make you some coffee first and you can shower.”
    “Let’s save time and we can shower together. And then I’ll take you out for breakfast.”
    “Do you think that is a good idea, I mean, us showering together?”
    “I think it’s a great idea.”
    In the shower, Sandro began rubbing Sigrid’s breasts with a soapy washcloth, then moving it between her legs. “I need to get you nice and clean, cara , so we can start all over again.” Instinctively, Sigrid arched her hips toward Sandro and tried to clasp her legs around his back, but he pulled back.
    “Okay, sorry,” she said, “I am being too demanding, I think.”
    “Not at all. There is no reason I cannot give you more pleasure, but I am in the mood for something different. Turn around, now.”
    Sigrid did as she was told and Sandro held her firmly in place with his left arm, while using his right hand to find the sweet spot between her legs. He placed two fingers inside her, mimicking the motion of lovemaking, and used his thumb to rub her rosy bud. Oh goodness, why doesn’t this man believe in love? His fingers and thumb and the fact that he was licking and nibbling her neck as the hot water fell on them overwhelmed both of them, as she felt his seed spill on the small of her back. When she