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shoulders and eased her way down his chest. She traced the muscles of his abdomen and then slowly made her way lower. He could feel his heartbeat in his erection and he knew he was going to lose control if he didn’t slow things down.
    But another part of him wanted to just sit back and let her have her way with him. When she reached the edge of his pants, she stopped and glanced up his body to his face.
    Her hand brushed over his straining length. He removed the bra she still wore and then lifted her up so that her nipples brushed his chest.
    “Hmm…that feels so good,” she said.
    “Does it?”
    “Yes.”
    Blood roared in his ears. He was so hard, so full right now that he needed to be inside of her body. But he had to take care of details first.
    “ Cara mia, I hate to ask this, but are you on the pill?”
    She pulled back for a second. “I’m…yes.”
    “You are taking the pill?” he asked.
    She nodded. “And I don’t have anything else you need to worry about. What about you?”
    “I’m clean.”
    “Good,” she said.
    He pulled her closer and kissed her until she relaxed. Then, impatient with the fabric of her dress, he shoved it up to her waist. He caressed her creamy thighs. God, she was soft. She moaned as he neared her center and then sighed when he brushed his fingertips across the crotch of her panties.
    The lace was warm and wet. He slipped one finger under the material and hesitated for a second, looking up into her eyes.
    They were heavy-lidded. She bit down on her lower lip and he felt the minute movements of her hips as she tried to move his touch where she needed it.
    He pushed the fabric of her panties aside and lightly traced the opening of her body. She was so ready for him. It was only the fact that he wanted to bring her to climax at least once before he entered her body that enabled him to keep his own needs in check.
    She shifted against him and he entered her body with just the tip of one finger. He teased them both with a few short thrusts.
    “Marco…” she said, her voice breathless and airy.
    “Yes, mi’angela? ”
    “I need more.”
    “Is this better?” he asked, pushing his finger deep inside of her.
    “Yes,” she said. Her hips rocked against his finger for a few strokes before she once again needed more.
    “Marco, please.”
    He pulled his finger from her body and traced it around her pulsing center of her need. Her eyes widened and she moved frantically against him. She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his cheek as she braced her hands on the back of the lounge chair.
    He turned his head and drew one beaded nipple into his mouth, suckling her deeply as he plunged two fingers into her body. He kept his thumb on her center and worked his fingers until she threw her head back and called his name.
    He felt her tighten around his fingers. She kept rocking against him for a few more seconds and then collapsed.
    He tipped her head toward his so he could taste her mouth. He told himself to take it slowly, that Virginia wasn’t used to him. But one taste of her lips and he was out of control.
    He kissed her and held her at his mercy, caressing her back and spine, scraping his nails down the line of her back down the indentation above her buttocks.
    She closed her eyes and held her breath as he returned his fingers to one nipple. It was velvety compared to the satin smoothness of her breast. He brushed his finger back and forth until she bit her lower lip and shifted on his lap.
    She moaned, a sweet sound that nearly did him in. He reached between them and unzipped his pants, freeing his erection. She cried out softly as he brushed the tip against her humid center.
    She reached between them and touched him, her small hand engulfing the length as she shifted to put the tip inside her body.
    He held her still with a hand on the small of her back. He had a lap full of woman, and he wanted Virginia more than he’d wanted any woman in a long time. Maintaining control