Love in the City, an erotic romance novel

by Hall, Heather

  “Very nice,” she said, growing more aroused by what she was seeing.

  His eyes dropped, watching for what her next move was going to be. Her brazen advances were sending sexual tidal waves coursing through him.

  She ran her fingers lightly, teasingly through the thick dark hair, which indicated the passage to pleasure from him.

  “Uhhh…” he said, exhaling, as he felt his body surge. He could no longer hold anything back.

  “Oh, Giorgio,” she said as she saw his erection, now in full force, showing through the bedding. She gave him a seductive smile, then noticed him blush.

  Knowing his secret was out, that there was nothing he could do about it, and that she was intent on getting him aroused, he spoke, “You seem to have this effect on me, m’lady.”

  “Indeed. I think I’d like to do it some more.” She sat up on her knees and took the bathrobe off.

  His eyes were riveted on her. She wore only his t-shirt, which was huge on her, and panties.

  She grabbed his hand and placed it under the roomy t-shirt, on her stomach. Her eyes were warm with desire.

  He leaned forward, pulling her close to him. He wrapped his arms around her, burying his face into her stomach. She held his head in her hands, running her fingers through his thick, dark hair, still damp from his shower, and bent over him. He could feel the touch of her breasts through the t-shirt.

  He slid his hands up and caressed her bare back, relishing the feel of her skin. “I constantly crave touching you, feeling your body.”

  “And I want you to,” she whispered into his ear. She writhed in his grip, letting him know his touch was pleasurable, desired.

  His strong hands moved to her waist, then felt the curve of her hips. She swayed her hips in response, inviting his further touch. His hands tightened their hold on her hips. He felt the edge of her panties, and taking a cue from her, ran his thumbs around the edge of them, just inside the flimsy fabric, teasing her back.

  She moaned softly.

  He smiled, glad to know she desired his touch. Encouraged, he let his hands find their way up underneath the t-shirt to her breasts.

  Her breath caught in her throat as she looked down at the man caressing her body. She arched her back, pressing her breasts into his hands.

  He felt her erect nipples and then lifted and gently squeezed her breasts, which fit perfectly into his large hands. “I need to see you,” he said. He lifted the t-shirt off of her. He inhaled deeply as he took in her feminine form, her womanly body, with beautiful curves to her full breasts and hips. She wore lacy pink panties that showed her dark hair beneath them. “I’ve had so many wet dreams of our nights together,” he said in a low, deep voice.

  She smiled. “I’ll have to admit to getting overheated, thinking about you as I laid in bed at night. Just like I am right now,” she whispered, moving her hand down between her legs, then up to brush against her breast.

  “Mmmm…” he responded as he watched her, his sex drive kicking into high gear. She had taken this far enough that he knew he could keep going. Her sensual and erotic feminine invitation strongly propelled his primal male sexual hunger.

  She saw his body twitch as he gazed at her, raw lust etched across his face.

  He caressed her breasts, then pulling her to him, his mouth found her nipples, licking and sucking as she groaned and writhed in his hands.

  She ran her fingernails down his back as he sucked on her nipples, stopping to press the side of his face into her breast, while playing with her other nipple.

  “I could stare at you forever,” he whispered. “You are a goddess.” His mouth and tongue found her nipples again as his hand slipped down her stomach and underneath her panties. She moaned in ecstasy as his fingers explored her womanhood. She felt his intimate caress probing her, then he gripped her pussy, pressing his palm against her. He rubbed her gently with the ball of his hand for a minute, then his fingers probed again, spreading her, then sliding inside her. He kept one finger inside her as his thumb stroked and caressed her clitoris.

  Anabelle’s mind and body were on fire at his erotic touch. She didn’t think she could take another minute of it. “Giorgio,” she moaned, “I can’t believe what you do to me...”

  He gently removed his hand, then took her in his strong arms and laid her down on his bed. She was thrilled at his strength, he made her feel as light as a doll. Somehow he managed to keep the sheet balled up in front of him, covering his manhood, which she could tell was still fully erect. He looked at her lying on the bed in front of him. She placed her arms over her head, her one leg stretched out, while her other was bent over it in a ladylike fashion.

  His full lips were parted, a look of sexual hunger apparent on his handsome features. “My God, you are everything a man could desire. You’re perfect.”

  She smiled, loving the attention and his masculine appreciation of her body. She took a deep breath calling attention to her bare breasts.

  He leaned over her, his hands grasping her full breasts, gently caressing them. She arched her back into his touch, keeping her arms over her head.

  His hands then traced their way down to her waist and hips. She watched him as he gazed at her body, thrilled at his desire for her. He bent down and kissed her stomach, then ran his tongue down to the edge of her panties, where he drew small circles with his tongue, teasing her with things to come. He then gripped the sides of her pink panties and slowly pulled them down.

  Anabelle’s heart started to race. She felt her face flush. She was so aroused she thought she might explode.

  Giorgio tossed her panties on the bed. Anabelle kept her legs together. He rubbed the outside of her thighs, then showered her legs with small kisses. His hands rubbed up the outside of her thighs, then gripped either side of her bare hips. Still, she kept her knees pressed together, though her body ached to open to him.

  Giorgio took his time, knowing the sexual treasure that awaited him. He was surging with masculine desire as he caressed her nude body.

  He watched as her legs shifted and her back arched. Her nipples were flushed with color and completely erect. He glided his hand over her breasts again, watching her writhe and moan at his touch. He smiled at the thought of all the pleasure he was about to give her. He shifted position. He kissed the tops of her manicured feet, then kissed her lower legs. He put gentle pressure on one of her legs, opening it slightly. He proceeded to kiss her inner thigh and then let out a loan groan as he took in the sight of her bare pussy before him. He saw the dark hair trimmed back to showcase her intimate features. His sexual longing surged as he pushed her leg open to expose her fully. Her pussy was flushed with desire. It was tantalizing to him.

  She watched him looking at her naked body. She spread her legs more.

  He took his cue and ran his tongue up her thigh, then he laid down on his stomach between her open legs. He looked at her pussy and with one hand he started his intimate exploration of her womanhood. He rubbed it softly with his fingers, as she moaned and writhed before him. “I could stare at you and play with you for hours,” he said.

  Her breathing was deep and her heart pounded. “My body’s yours to enjoy, to explore,” she whispered, now almost breathless.

  His full lips broke into a grin. “Mmmm…” he replied, as his fingers now pushed her pussy’s lips open. He leaned forward and kissed her clitoris, lightly at first, then seeing her back arch again and her legs push open more, he pressed his lips to her and licked and kissed her as his finger again entered her. He continued to lick, flicking his tongue faster and faster against her, moving his finger around inside her. His other hand spread her labia as he continued to lick and caress her with his lips and tongue.

  She shuddered. He was working her up into a sexual frenzy. “Oh my God, Giorgio, you’re going to make me come,” she whispered.

  He kept up his intimate exploration of touch and taste between her legs as she writhed and moaned, keeping herself open to him. Finally, she inhaled s
harply and cried out, “Giorgio, ohhh…” as her body started to convulse in the throes of an intense orgasm. He felt her spasms around his finger, keeping his mouth pressed against her as she came. He was enjoying feeling and tasting her pussy as she came. Finally, her shudders lessened and she twitched, now even more sensitive to his touch.

  He withdrew his finger as his pillowy lips lightly kissed her wet pussy.

  She groaned. “I need you. I need you inside me now. All of you.”

  “M’lady, your wish is my command.” He sat up on his knees, which were parted, his nude body now on full display.

  She gazed at his naked form, his wide tanned chest, his nipples, the dark hair that accentuated his masculine angles, the way his hips narrowed, the strong, muscled thighs. His cock was fully erect, the tip of it wet and glistening. “It’s like you were sculpted by the masters,” she said, admiring his form, then settling her gaze between his legs. “So well-endowed. I’ve dreamt of having you inside me since our first date.”

  “It would be my pleasure, m’lady, to service your sexual needs.” He licked his lips, and pushed his hips forward.

  She reached forward to grasp his length, her legs still spread before him. She stroked his rock-hard cock with her hand, her thumb caressing the wet tip, spreading his pre-come all over it.

  He moaned. “My beautiful girl, I’ve wanted to be inside you for so long. I’ve fantasized about it endlessly, you get me so hard.” He moved quickly, lying down over top of her. With his hand, he guided himself to her vagina. He rubbed her with his wet tip, getting her writhing again, and then he pushed himself inside her, gliding in deep.

  She inhaled sharply as his huge shaft penetrated her. Feeling him slide inside her was a shock to her system, he was so large and long and it had been so long since she’d had sex. Her body was on fire with desire at the way his size pushed her open, and plunged deep inside her.

  Giorgio’s body surged with intensely erotic pleasure. Being inside her finally was sending his body into overdrive. He’d never felt so hard in his life. His body was tense, focused on one thing, what she was letting him do. He squeezed his eyes closed, his mind zeroing in on the sexual pressure between his legs, the feel of her body tight around him as his cock slid in and out of her. She was warm and wet and open and all he wanted was to claim his woman fully, sexually and in every other way.

  He pumped her slowly at first, his cock gliding in and out of her wet pussy, then she gasped as he thrust hard. He looked at her, his blue eyes swimming with a primal, sexual hunger, his lips red and parted, his dark, wavy hair falling around his face. He had a determined look as he pumped his cock in and out of her, growing harder by the second, then thrusting hard again.

  Anabelle groaned loudly as she rocked her hips in rhythmic motions. Meeting his thrusts she was wet with an insatiable lust for him.

  Giorgio watched her as his thrusts made her full breasts bounce.

  She saw his gaze, then gave him a seductive smile. She caressed her own breasts, teasing him with her touch. She played with her nipples as his eyes were riveted on her. He moaned as she then lowered her hand to touch her pussy, which was spread wide with his penetration. She caressed herself, then the girth of his cock as he thrust ever more frantically, his arousal spiking as he was riveted on her highly erotic movements.

  “Anabelle…” he said in a raspy voice, a sheen of sweat on his face, “you drive me wild. I-I can’t hang on much longer. I’ve wanted to bury myself between your legs from the first moment I saw you.”

  “Don’t hold back,” she said, “show me how much of a man you are. Take your woman, if you dare. Cream my pussy.”

  That was it for him. “Oh God, I want to come inside you so bad…uhhh…” Knowing she wanted him to, wanted him to give himself over to her sexually the way a man does, he drove himself into her even deeper this time. “Anabelle…” he said in a deep, strained voice, then grunted loudly as his body started to shake with a powerful orgasm. He rammed himself into her open, wet pussy rapidly as his semen shot out of him in bursts. Finally, he gave one last thrust and stayed there, buried inside her. He was out of breath, the sheen of sweat now all over his face and neck and chest. His heart pounded furiously in his chest.

  Anabelle smiled like a Cheshire cat as she caressed his firm buttocks. “You are all man. A total Adonis.”

  He grinned back at her, shaking slightly. He tried to get control of his body’s reactions. He sighed heavily, then shifted to collapse down beside her. His chest was heaving. He wrapped an arm around her waist, and leaned in to plant several kisses on her bare breast. “That was incredible,” he said, his body still trembling with sexual aftershocks. “You’re like a powerful drug to me. I’ve never felt anything like it, being inside you, coming inside you…”

  She stroked his hair, feeling so womanly and feminine, her body wet and warm, dripping with his seed. “I know, me too,” she said, feeling completely satisfied as a woman with the man she loved and wanted to be with.

  He looked up at her. “I do love you, Anabelle. I want to make love to you for the rest of my life, if you’ll have me.”

  Tears welled up her eyes, hearing his words. She felt her heart might burst with the intense emotions and feelings he stirred up in her. “I want that, too. I love you so much, Giorgio.” She could no longer imagine a life without him in it.

  Chapter 32

  Anabelle slept in with Giorgio on Saturday morning. They took a shower together and he made her breakfast. She needed to get home to Jasper, so he gave her a ride home to Brooklyn. They had agreed to meet at Giorgio’s place Sunday around 11 a.m. to help with the preparations for Nikolas’ move. She was excited to finally meet his brother.

  She spent a few hours doing things at home and had some quality kitty time with Jasper before meeting Sarah at Painter’s Cove for dinner and drinks to get caught up on one another’s love lives.

  When Anabelle arrived, Sarah was already there, sitting at the bar talking to Barry. She noticed immediately how affectionate they were with one another. After a quick greeting, she and Sarah went and sat down at their own table to talk privately. Anabelle was happy to learn that Sarah’s relationship with Barry had also progressed rather well. They toasted to the fact that they had both now fallen in love with great guys and secretly shared a few choice details of their first nights having sex with their beaus. They blushed and giggled through the whispered conversation and swore not to tell the guys what they had shared with one another.

  Sarah had let Barry know that she and Anabelle had a lot to talk about together, so he had given them space to have their girl time. When he saw that they had relaxed into a less private conversation, he came by and got the update on Anabelle’s situation, minus the naughty details. When he heard about her plans to help with Nikolas’ move, he offered to come over and help. Sarah loved the idea, and since she hadn’t met Giorgio yet, she wanted to come and help, too.

  Anabelle called Giorgio right away to ask about having her friends help out. He and Nikolas were both surprised and thrilled that they would do that for people they hadn’t even met yet. They were all excited that they’d finally get to meet some of the important people in one another’s lives.

  Sunday came and Barry drove himself, Sarah, and Anabelle into Manhattan to Giorgio’s place. Anabelle proudly introduced her boyfriend to her friends and they spent a few minutes visiting. Giorgio had flats of beer ready to go and he drove the four of them to Nikolas’ soon-to-be former residence. Portia was still out of town while Nikolas completed his move. She hadn’t protested any of their decisions, having been threatened with lawsuits, which were still under consideration.

  Nikolas had coffee, juice, bottles of water, and tons of food waiting for them when they got there. Introductions were made and the five of them found an easy camaraderie instantly. Anabelle could tell, even without having met Nikolas before, that he’d been through a lot, though he was trying to keep up a brave face.

  The day was b
usy and a lot of work, but alive with light-hearted chatter. Sarah and Barry were both very social people, so they had no problem feeling comfortable right away and making conversation. They were all empathetic to Nikolas’ situation, so they kept the topics averted from that to happier ones about his new place, recent events in the city, favorite past-times and all about Painter’s Cove. He was eager to check the place out, as was Giorgio, so the five of them made plans for an evening out there soon.

  Giorgio pulled Anabelle aside part-way through the day to tell her that he could see how much this was cheering Nikolas up, both with the kindness of her friends helping him when they hadn’t even met him before this, and with the fun distraction of their animated conversation. He said it was just what his brother needed right now.

  The fivesome wrapped up their night at Nikolas’ new condo, only a ten-minute walk from Giorgio’s place. Nikolas had rented a moving truck and once they had everything loaded in and moved into his new place, he gave the Brooklynites a tour of his bachelor pad. While they got the tour, Giorgio popped out for a few minutes and came back with two bottles of Krug Grande Cuvee Champagne Brut for them to toast to Nikolas’ new home. He also ordered in a veritable feast of Italian food, delivered from Carlo’s Restaurant, for them. Barry had a sip of champagne, but abstained after that since he’d be driving them back. They talked and laughed over dinner, which they enjoyed while seated on cushions on Nikolas’ living room floor, as his bigger furniture wasn’t being delivered until the next day.

  Around 8:30 p.m., the Brooklynites decided they should head back as they had to work on Monday. Giorgio had invited Nikolas to stay at his place that evening, since they would both be off work tomorrow for the big, final move. They said their goodnights, Anabelle and Giorgio stealing away for a few minutes alone, and then Nikolas thanked them all profusely for their help and said how much he enjoyed getting to know everyone. They were all looking forward to their next get-together.