The doorman opened the door to the jag.
"I've got her Armando." Gianni said as the doorman stepped back from the car.
She was asleep. Gianni undid her seatbelt and lifted her into his arms.
"Your discretion, Armando." Gianni said, casting the doorman a meaningful glance.
The doorman nodded gravely. "Of course sir, I'll have your bags taken upstairs."
Gianni carried her through the doors of his apartment in the trendy penthouse building. Boxes were still piled in the living room, the kitchen and in the bedroom, but the bed was made in his own bedroom.
He laid her in his bed, slipped her shoes off her feet, and pulled a sheet over her. He stood a moment, watching her sleep, then turned and left the room.
***
Gianni sat on the chic modern couch. His legs, crossed, rested on the coffee table. He'd been drinking a little. Not enough to be intoxicated, but enough to dull the senses, enough to dull the rage when he though of someone touching her, hurting her. He felt sure it had been Montelli. His anger burned like the alcohol he poured down his throat. He felt a failure. He had thought something was wrong the first time he'd laid eyes on her. The second, he was sure of it.
He had wanted to protect her. But what had done? Nothing! He cursed himself. He hadn't protected her. Alejandro Montelli had come had come and—Gianni couldn't complete the thought.
Her scream shattered his thoughts. He was up and in the bedroom and seconds.
She was having a nightmare. She tossed fitfully in her sleep. The covers were tangled about her slim legs. Her breath came in shallow gasps as her fingers clutched the bed sheets. Her face was flushed. Her chest heaved as sobs racked her body.
"Natasha wake up!" he urged. He shook her gently and she sat up with a start.
She reached for him and he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly.
"Shh." Everything's alright now." He held her against himhis fingers making slow circles over her back, breathing in her scent. "No one's going to hurt you here." He stroked her hair.
He laid her back amongst the pillows gently. He brushed a dark curl back from her face. "Go back to sleep. You're safe."
He stood and was about to make his way from the room when she sat up abruptly and grabbed his shirt sleeve."Gianni..." her voice was slightly above a whisper but it cut right through him.
He sighed and turned to face her. Dreading yet desiring her at once. She swung her legs over the side of the bed. She slid her hands over his chest. "Stay," she breathed looking up into his face.
He groaned and looked at the ceiling, trying to ignore the throbbing that had taken over his loins.
Clenching his jaw he shook his head. "I can't. You know I can't."
She toyed with the buttons of his shirt and stepped closer. Her hips pressed against his and he felt his stomach clench as she came into contact with his arousal.
She stood on her tip-toes and brushed her lips over his jaw as he turned his face away. "Why not?" she whispered and trailed her lips down his throat.
He held back a moan as he firmly took her shoulders in his grasp and set her away from him. Her eyes widened in surprise. He frowned at her, "Because you're probably feeling vulnerable and upset. I'm not going to take advantage of you that way. You don't need to share my bed for me to protect you."
She sucked in her cheeks slightly and looked at the floor between them. Deliberately she brought her hands to the hem of her sweater. She met his gaze and pulled the sweater up over her head.
Gianni could only stare at her. Her full breasts were encased in a simple black bra nearly overflowing. Her stomach was flat and taut, a small jewel glinting in her belly button.
She gazed at him. "Stay," she repeated.
He tore his gaze away from her body and struggled to remain focused on her face. A mistake. Her eyes smoldered. "Natasha--" he started.
She unbuttoned her jeans and slowly pushed them down her hips revealing her long brown legs and black boycut underwear. She stepped out of the jeans to stand before him. "Stay."
Gianni searched for control. He lowered his head, his fist clenching as he sought to stop himself from reaching for her. She moved closer to him and slid her hands up over his shoulders to wrap her arms around his neck, forcing him to meet her gaze.
Her voice was soft, husky. "I'm fine, Gianni. I'm not feeling vulnerable at all. I feel...safe. And right now...I only want you."
She watched surprise flicker in his grey eyes. Tentatively, she pressed her lips to his and hugged herself closer.
He did not respond at first; his arms at his sides, his lips pliant beneath her own.
He groaned against her mouth and wrapped his arms around her crushing her to him. He lifted her off her feet and her legs instinctively wrapped around his hips. Her mound came in contact with his bulging erection and she gasped.
He skillfully took over the kiss. His tongue teased the seam of her lips to invade her mouth, his tongue invading the heat of her mouth.
Her breasts were crushed against his chest and he savored feeling every exquisite inch of her against him. He slowly lowered her to the bed, her arms still entwined around his his neck, her legs wrapped around him, her mouth greedily stealing the air from his lungs.
He pulled his head back and watched confusion and disappointment enter her darkened gaze as he insistently pulled her arms from around his neck and removed her legs from his waist. Her full pink lips formed a pout. A small smile twitched at his lips as he pressed a finger to those lips and silenced her protests. He rose from the bed but he did not leave her.
He instead knelt at the edge of the bed. She sat up on her elbows to watch him. "Gianni, what--oh!"
He hooked his arms under her knees and pulled her ass to sit on the edge of the bed, her legs dangling. He brought his hands to the sides of her underwear and pulled them down her legs before placing his hands on the insides of her thighs pushing them apart gently but deliberately.
Her brown pussy was revealed to him and he groaned. He grinned and looked up at her face. She was still on her elbows staring at him in something akin to shock. A devilish smile tilted his lips and she thought she'd cum if he just continued to look at her like that. His voice was low, "Bella, you have the the prettiest little pussy i've ever seen."
He slid a finger into her wetness and felt her clench around him and her hips jerked as he pressed the the flat of his tongue to her clit.
"Ah!" she shuddered and she flopped back to the bed. His low chuckle reverberated through her. "Oh God!"
He curled his finger against her g-spot and finger fucked her as his tongue continued to flick at her clit. She fisted the sheets in her hands as her back arched off the bed and she came against his mouth. "Fuck!" she breathed. Wave after wave of pleasure sent her body trembling and she threw her head back and gasped.
But he did not relent as another orgasm started to build. She shuddered and her hips jerked. "Please! Stop...please" she gasped. "I can't!" she gasped. It was too much. She tried to move back up the bed but he held tightly to her hips and sucked her clit between his lips. She came screaming and was still. He smiled to himself and gave her clit a gentle lick that made her hips jerk. He pressed a kiss to that little bud before he stood.
He considered her a moment. Her dark hair was spread over his sheets. Her long slim limbs were sprawed. Her face was flushed. The straps of her bra had come downand her breasts heaved. She looked to be in glorious disarray.
Her dark lashes lifted as she met his amused gaze. His gaze never left her face as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He watched lust flare in her eyes.
Natasha was having trouble breathing as he shrugged out of his shirt. The taut muscles of his shoulders flexed slightly as he removed his shirt. 'Good God,' she thought. 'They really make men like this?' His arms were heavily muscled. Muscle rippled over his abdominals. A tattoo of a cross was on his chest just to the left, over his heart.
She watched his every movement as he unbuttoned his pants and slid them down along with his underwear. His rigid cock stood out from a nest of dark curls, long and thick. She licked her lips unconsciously. Gianni groaned as he watched her pink tongue slide against her lips.
He came forward and lowered himself over her. His lips were within an inch of her own when she placed a restraining hand on his chest. She pushed him onto his side and he rolled onto his back as she moved to straddle his hips. Her wet pussy was pressed against his cock and he strained to enter her but she did not allow it.
Smiling coyly down at him she reached behind her back and undid her bra. He stared at her in awe as she revealed her brown capped golden breasts to him. He slid his hands up her hips and up her back to press her down towards him. He kissed each brown tip before taking her nipple into his mouth. She threw her head back and moaned.
Natasha moved her body lower, sliding her wanting pussy down past his genitals. Her curls brushed over his face as she kissed his forehead, his eyelids, his nose, lingered over his lips before moving her own lips to his neck. Her hands stroked down his sides as she worshipped him there before moving lower. She trailed her lips over his chest. She paused to circle each of his small flat nipples with her tongue and then moved lower. She kissed the firm ripples of his stomach, teased the slim lines that made the V where his hips met the tops of his thighs.
She lifted her gaze to his as her warm breath fanned upon the rigid flesh of his cock. A smile curved upon her lips before she used her forefinger and thumb to lift his cock. She kissed the tip sweetly before sliding the head past her lips and closing her lips around the base.
His abdominal muscles clenched and his breath hissed past his lips as she deftly swirled her tongue around the tip.
She lowered her her head, taking him deeply into her mouth and slightly past her tonsils before withdrawing to the tip again.
Gianni buried his fingers in her dark locks and swept her hair back from her face as she bobbed her mouth up and down his cock. God, how he'd waited to see those beautiful lips wrapped around him like this. Her breasts bounced with the movement.
He felt pressure building in his balls. "Shit," he hissed. He suddenly hooked his hands under her arms and dragged her up his body.
He took lightly took a fistfull of her hair at the back of her head and pressed her head towards him and seized her lips with his own. He rolled her beneath him swiftly.
He worked his hips between her thighs and spread her wide. His lips never left hers as he raised himself on one elbow and gripped his cock in the other hand to guide himself into her.
She ripped her mouth from his as gasped as his thick hardness parted her and sank inch by glorious inch into her. He groaned and pressed his brow to hers as she sheathed him. She was so hot and tight he thought he'd certainly die of pleasure.
Her hips wriggled beneath him as she sought to accomodate herself to his size. It nearly sent him over the edge. He cupped her hip firmly, stilling her movements. "Shh, Bella."
He kissed her again. He trailed his fingertips over her tight nipple and down her side. He cupped her ass in one hand, lifting her hips slightly as he withdrew slightly and thrust his hips back into her.
A small scream left her lips. He moved within her slowly at first, then gradually gaining speed and force. Hooking both her legs over his arms he pounded into her furiously. She arched, her lips forming a perfect O and clutched at the muscles buched and straining in his arms.
Her head whipped back and forth as small screams tore from her throat.
"Look at me, Bella," Gianni urged.
