Her Venice Affair novel Chapter 10

Chapter Ten

Riana had never been the first one to initiate any kind of intimacy, as much as she wanted it. She thought it was the man's job and if she usurped him he would feel emasculated.

She felt how wrong her theory was when Allan moved his hand higher between her thighs to cup her and his hand on her breast massaged her, trapping her nipple with two fingers as he rolled, pinched and pulled it. He kissed her harder, like he wanted to consume her. She felt the liquid heat pool between her legs and an urgent need seized her.

Should she initiate sex, too? Or would she seem too wanton?

She really wanted to. If not for her pleasure, at least for a confidence boast. Her co-workers always said she had low self-esteem. Why else would she date a dead beat like Steve? They said. But that wasn't true. Steve just changed colors like a chameleon and she wasn't around much to see each one.

Riana gave her mind a shake. Enough about Steve.

She wiggled on Allan's lap and found all the encouragement she needed.

Allan groaned, pushing upward to press his erection against her ass as his hands grew greedy, massaging harder and groping tighter.

She knew he wanted this as much as she did.

Riana pulled away and whispered breathlessly, "Tell her not to come back until you call."

"Honey, she got the picture when you jumped me."

"Good." Riana didn't need her judging her for being one of Allan's in-flight bed companions.

Riana straddled him, widening her thighs enough for their arousals to touch. She felt a zing shoot through her at the contact and she gasped. She moved her hips around and Allan groaned, grabbing her hips and sinking his fingers into her flesh as he held her down tightly against him.

"You are killing me, Riana!"

"Don't die just yet."

Riana grabbed his tie and quickly disposed of it. Then she began unbuttoning his shirt with shaky fingers. When she was done, she tugged the shirt out of his designer trousers and threw it where his tie had landed. She then took a moment to admire his torso.

She was in awe. The man was truly built like a Greek god. His chest was wide with perfect pecks and not a single hair in sight. She looked down at his abs. He looked smooth-her fingers itched to touch him. She looked down at his abs. Six perfect cubes were carved out and she had a crazy urge to stick her tongue in his naval. But first she wanted to touch him.

She looked into his desire filled eyes in a silent question and he nodded. With ginger fingers, she placed her hands on his broad shoulders, ran her fingers over them and journeyed to his neck. He sucked in a breath, closed his eyes, and leaned his head back.

Riana rested her hands on his neck for a moment and sucked her nervous lower lip into her mouth. She wanted to make sure it was still okay to touch him.

Allan ran his hands lightly from her hips to her thighs, rubbing her inner thighs with his thumbs before he rested his hands on her hips again.

The light touch felt like an erotic tickle and Riana let out a shaky sigh.

She went back to her ministration.

She ran her fingers over his chest, circling his pebble-like nipples and making him draw in a sharp breath. She found his reaction fascinating. She then touched his abs, running her fingers in the valleys that separated the cubes. His muscles tightened there, making his stomach hard as stone. She set her sights on his navel. She really did want to stick her tongue there. Odd. She probably should start with something normal before she freaked him out.

She pushed a button in the armrest of his seat to lower the backrest. Aside from raising his hips and pushing her down so that he could rub against her, he didn't move. She leaned down and licked one nipple, like Steve used to do. Allan gasped, his hold on her becoming painfully tight. She circled her tongue around the pebble and Allan's hips shot up.

"Riana!" he half-yelled with a husky voice.

Taking a note out of Allan's book, she pinched his nipple, keeping the assault on the other with her tongue.

Allan growled grabbing her shoulder and pushing her away. Quickly she sank lower and did what she really wanted-she stuck her tongue in his naval and kissed it.

"Enough!"

She thought she'd freaked him out until he pulled her up and she looked into his eyes. She swallowed hard with anticipation. What she saw was pure predator lust.

He quickly righted his seat, and then pulled her sweater plus her T-shirt over her head in one go. Her nipples tightened instantly from the cool air. Then he released her hair and combed his fingers through it, pulling some over her shoulders and making a curly, black-brown frame around her face.

"Beautiful," he whispered with so much awe that for the first time in her life she actually believed it.

He then looked down at her chest and it swelled with trapped air.

He chuckled, pressing one hand on her back and the other settling on one breast. "You naughty girl. No bra."

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