Page 59 of Under Her Skin

After the funeral,which was a surprisingly upbeat affair thanks to Philipo’s insistence on celebration rather than mourning, Arturo drove Hero and himself to the airport. She smiled at him. “That was a beautifulservice.”

“It really was. Philipo would haveapproved.”

Hero stroked her hand down his thigh. “Today feels like a beginning, instead of anending.”

“You know what? I was thinking the exact samething.”

“Mindmeld.”

Arturo laughed. “You got it. You know … the jet has a big bedroom inside. How about we meld something other than our minds on theflight?”

“Dirtyboy.”

“Is that ayes?”

Hero leaned over to kiss him. “It’s a hell,yes.”

Which was why,less than an hour later, the jet was heading over Europe towards the Atlantic Ocean, and Arturo’s face was buried in her sex, his tongue lashing around her clit until she could barely stand it. “Turo … Turo … I want you insideme.”

He didn’t need to be asked twice. His cock was huge and thick, standing rock-hard against his belly; he made her come, then thrust into her, hitching her legs around his waist. Hero shivered with pleasure as he fucked her, pinning her hands down on thebed.

Arturo smiled down at Hero. “So, what’s your pleasure when it comes tokink?”

Hero pressed her breasts against his chest as they moved together. “I want to be dominated by you in every way, Signore Bachi.Everyway.”

“Hmm.” He buried his face in her neck and kissed her throat. “I like the sound of that … maybe a little bondage, make sure you know you belong to me … if the clubs you’re talking about have their worth, there’ll be somewhere I can strap you to, tease you, torture you until you beg for this.” He thrust his hips hard, and his cock plowed deep into hercunt.

Hero moaned. “God,yes…”

“Maybe you’d enjoy me using a crop, striking your breasts, your soft belly, yourthighs.”

“Hit me hard, Signore … make me beg for more.” The thought of him bringing a crop down on her tender skin was making her wetter and she saw the flame of desire ignite in his eyes. He reached down and pinched her clit hard and she shrieked withecstasy.

“I’m going to tie your hands in the air and fuck you until you weep,principessa…” His deep, sexy voice was more of a growl now, the Italian accent making him sound more dangerous and sensual. “Are youmine?”

“Always … always …” Hero was bucking underneath him now as she came, her back arching up, her belly againsthis.

Arturo smiled and pulled out, coming onto the soft skin of her belly. “Mio Dio, you arebeautiful…”

He slipped her onto her stomach, parting her buttocks gently and easing into her ass. Hero gasped at the feel of him moving inside her. “Pull my hair,Signore.”

Arturo fisted her long dark hair in his hand and pulled her head back. He put his lips to her ear. “You likepain?”

Hero nodded, groaning as he tugged her head back further and took her lips. Arturo kissed her so fiercely they both tasted blood. Arturo began to thrust harder and harder until they both cried out at the same time, shivering and trembling with therelease.

Arturo gently withdrewand went to the bathroom to deal with the condom and clean himself up. Returning to the bedroom, he smiled as he saw Hero, legs spread wide, waiting for him. “You want more, prettygirl?”

“I always want more from you, beautiful man. Let me tasteyou.”

Arturo straddled her and dipped his fingers into her sodden cunt. “You’re so wet, baby. Is it the thought of beingdominated?”

Hero nodded, her eyes sleepy with arousal. She took his cock into her mouth and began to pleasure him, running the tip of her tongue along the silky shaft, then teasing the uber-sensitive tip. Her hands were on his buttocks, his fingers digging deep into his flesh as she hollowed out her cheeks and drew on him. Arturo closed his eyes, losing himself at the moment, the feel of her sweet, warm mouth around his cock. He could feel the tension building and building until with a long groan, he came, shooting thick, creamy cum onto her tongue. Hero swallowed his seedhungrily.

“God, Hero … that was incredible … lay back for me,cara mia. I just want to strokeyou.”

They laid down together, and Arturo rolled onto his side, propping himself up with an elbow so he could gaze at her. Her caramel skin was flushed with pink, a sheen of dewy sweat covering her. Her dark eyes sparkled.Sobeautiful…

Arturo could never get over how perfect she was. He stroked the palm of his hand down her body, cupping each breast, so full and ripe, to the indent down the center of her stomach to the soft curve of her belly. He trailed the tip of his forefinger around her navel, knowing it drove her crazy with pleasure. She gave a soft moan and wriggled closer to him. He splayed his fingers over her skin and thought again how much he would love it when it was swollen and rounded with hischild.