CHAPTER THREE

Nobody in his circle would ever believe it.

There he was, Giorgio Janardi, the great Italian lover, lying in bed with a beautiful, desirable woman and not banging her senseless. They were both naked. He was lying on his back and she was lying on her side with her head on his shoulder. And that screaming silence was as loud as a volcano eruption.

He wanted her so bad his penis was in pain. But he wasn't going to rush her. He wasn't going to ever hurt her again.

He still couldn't get over that look in her eyes when she got up to leave. He told her he wasn't vain, which was a sore topic from him since everybody thought of him that way, and he said it nastily. But he always spoke that way. What was the big damn deal? But when her realized he had hurt her, it shook him. and he couldn't let her leave. And when she started sobbing in his arms, he was done. She had him right where he always said he'd never be. She didn't know it, but she was in control.

And she still was.

He looked over at her while she slept.He lifted her chin with his fingers, kissed her in a way that was meant to be passionate, but it woke her up. And when she saw his face, and he saw her smile as if she was happy she was with him, it did something to him. And in that moment, more than any of the other moments before that, he had to have her!

Still holding her chin, he kissed her again. But this time it was meant to be passionate, and this time she was moaning in his mouth as if she wanted it too.

But as he moved down her body kissing her, and then he moved between her legs doing her, she was feeling how wonderful he was making her feel, but the full force of the evening too. She was still in trauma. She was still upset.

It wasn't until Giorgio had moved back up on top of her, put on a condom, and was about to enter her did he see her distress. And to his own disbelief, the heart he didn't think he still had went out to her. With his penis ready for entry with an electricity unlike he'd had in years, he couldn't bump her feelings and just do her anyway. He couldn't do that to her.

He rolled off of her. Pulled her on top of him. And held her.

She wept. She let it all out all at once all over again. And a man known for taking what he wanted, no matter the cost, comforted her.

Nearly an hour later, when she was no longer discomforted, but was feeling safe and sound in his arms again, he kissed her again. It was meant to be an honest to goodness well-meaning kiss. Not one to exploit her or take advantage of her vulnerability. But as soon as their lips met, something broke inside of both of them. And a well-meaning, simple kiss turned frantic.

They were kissing as if desperation played a part. She was on top, he was on bottom, and their heads were moving side to side, in unison, as they kissed long and passionately.

And when he entered her, it was the hardest thrust she'd ever experienced. So hard that she lifted her head and screamed it out. Because it was the most sensual thrust she'd ever experienced too. But when his thickness started moving inside of her as she tightened around him, he was in total control. The frenetic hurriedness was gone. It was lovemaking now. Hard and deep, but long and slow. It was the best she'd ever had.

Giorgio could hardly believe how great she made him feel. It was as if he was out of body, floating, so filled with a warmth and a tenderness that it baffled him. That was why he took it long and slow. He didn't want it to ever end. He wanted to bottle that feeling and pull it out every time he made love to a woman. It took all of the will power he had, but he prolonged the inevitable for as long as he could.

And when that amazing way she made him feel overtook every ounce of his will, they broke together.

And it went from slow and easy to hard and ferocious.

It was a banging.

It was a pounding.

Even the bed was jumping.

Vivian didn't want to scream out, but she was screaming out anyway.

Giorgio didn't want to grunt it out, but he was grunting as if he'd never had it this good. Because he never had. And it astounded him.

When it was over, it felt as if they had nothing left. They were so empty that they could hardly move.

Vivian moved first, causing him to ease out of her with a long, thick and wet pull out. Then she laid on her back.

It took nearly half an hour before either one of them moved again.

Giorgio didn't believe in spending the night with any woman. That would give the woman, he felt, the wrong impression. He was a hit and run man to the deepest depths of his being. But he didn't feel that way about Vivian. He didn't want her to leave his side. She fell asleep in his arms.

And then he fell asleep too.