Amore and Pinot Grigio - a Guido la Vespa Christmas Tale [Guido la Vespa] (BookStrand Publishing Mainstream) Read Online Free PDF Page A

hers and before she could protest—not that she wanted to—his tongue was inside her mouth, his erection was rubbing up against her, and his hands were pulling the elastic out of her hair. Sigrid could no longer resist what she felt, what she wanted, and what he knew she wanted. She bumped her hips into him, trying to feel his hardness even more as he lifted her onto a bar stool and spread her legs apart pulling them around him. His hands were now exploring her small ribcage and slim waist, as he moved his mouth from hers and began kissing her neck.
    “Sandro, please…we should stop, we…”
    “Why?” he said, laughing. “You are too delectable, I cannot stop.”
    She felt his five o’clock shadow on her skin, like a slight tickle. She giggled.
    “What is so funny?” he growled.
    “Nothing, I’m ticklish.”
    “Good to know for later,” he said, laughing.
    He moved his head down to her nipples and lifted her shirt over her head, throwing it onto the floor. “I am so pleased you did not wear a brassiere.”
    “Well, I don’t need one. I’m pretty flat-chested and…”
    “You’re not flat-chested. You are lovely, except that you talk too much at inappropriate moments.”
    Soon he was kissing her breasts, sucking her nipples gently, then biting and twisting them.
    “I’m almost going to…”
    “Slow down, cara , slow down.”
    “And what if someone looks in the window?”
    Before she knew it he had pulled her off the chair and said, “Come upstairs. I told you, there are bedrooms there. No one will see us and we will be more comfortable.”
    Sandro took both of Sigrid’s hands in his and led her through the restaurant’s kitchen, to a door that led to a flight of stairs.
     
    * * * *
     
    Hours later, Sigrid awoke to the bright light of a Roman winter morning filtering through the shutters of…all of a sudden she remembered where she was. The shutters of a bedroom above a restaurant called La Capanna with a gorgeous man called Sandro who was no longer in bed with her. Oh, great. He’s embarrassed, he’s disgusted, he’s bored. He’s somewhere making coffee. She could smell the coffee. Oh, sweet nectar of the gods .
    She looked over at the chair on the far side of the room and saw that all of her clothes had been placed there, including the shirt that had been left on the floor behind the bar when this madness had begun. She looked over at the clock on the bedside table. It was 8:30. Only about seven hours ago she and Sandro had come to this bedroom and he had laid her down on the bed and undressed her, covering her flesh with kisses, not stopping anywhere.
    “I see you are a natural blonde,” he said, noticing the light blonde curls between her thighs. “You are a rarity.”
    “Yes, there are not too many of us in this world.”
    He kissed and licked her, opening her with his fingers and tasting her, then teasing her clitoris with his tongue till she was begging him to be inside her.
    “Mmm…this is like a piece of candy. You are like candy.”
    “Please Sandro, please.”
    “No, not yet.” He stood up and smiled, arching an eyebrow at her. He removed his shirt, revealing a dark-skinned, muscular torso beneath. Dark hair covered his chest and nipples, and a slim line of hair led tantalizingly down to the top of his pants. “Help me get my pants off,” he said, scarcely audible. She sat up and unbuckled his belt, her mouth so close to the spicy, masculine smell of him and the tempting bulge beneath the fabric. Shaky hands unzipped his black jeans and pulled them down to the ground, and when she reached inside his boxers to feel him, he let out a moan. She put her hand around the full, hard length of him, smooth and pulsing.
    “No, bella ,” he said, as she moved her face closer. “If you do that, I will come too quickly and I want to give you pleasure.” Pushing her back on the bed, he stepped out of his boxers and reached over to the bedside table’s top drawer. He pulled out a