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  Slowly, he undid each of the buttons on her shirt, pushing it away from her shoulders and allowing it to drop to the floor. Standing, looking at her as she stood there in jeans and her bra, he ran his fingers across her delicate collarbone as she gasped at his touch, as his fingertips trailed across her shoulders and to her back, where he unclipped her bra with one hand.

  As the silk band slackened, he ran his fingers inside the lacy cups, across her breasts before easing the straps down her arms, guiding them away as it reached her wrists.

  Pulling her towards him, he kissed her deeply, his hands on her bare back, her fingers working at his shirt buttons urgently, a frenzy of arms and hands, their kissing becoming intense.

  Within moments, she stood there naked as he looked on. God, she was gorgeous, beautiful and untouched. The blush coloured areole on her small breasts, the perfect waist, and flat stomach. Slender, yet not too thin, not breakable—he hoped.

  He lifted her into his arms, kissing her forehead as he carried her over to his bed carefully pulling the duvet back before placing her down and turning all but one light off in the room.

  Slowly, he sat on the edge of the bed, leaned forward and kissed her again—this time deeper, his tongue flicking against her lips. She opened for him allowing him to explore her mouth as his big hands slipped around her breasts, his fingertips brushing over her taught nipples. His lips trailed across her jaw, down her neck to her collar bone, sucking and nibbling her skin gently as he pushed her back onto the bed.

  Standing, he unzipped his jeans allowing them to drop down his firm legs to the floor. Stepping out of them and kicking them aside, he watched her as her focus was drawn once again to his happy line, to the tent in his shorts, that huge thing. As she swallowed, he noticed the look on her face, “It’ll be okay tesoro, I promise.” He whispered his voice a low growl.

  Moving towards the bed, lying beside her, he leant across her and pulled out a tiny bottle from his bedside table. Kneeling beside her, he let a few drops of a blended oil fall into his palm. The scent of Sandalwood, Ylang Ylang and Rose filled the room. “Turn onto your stomach,” he ordered.

  Lucy wriggled over lying on her front, her head buried in the pillow, she felt his hands touch her, the slickness of the oil and his big hands working their way up her back, from the dimples at the base of her spine to her shoulder blades, the smell enveloping her, soothing and relaxing her. His fingers trailed feather light touches whilst the pressure of his palms brought firm down strokes across her sides.

  Feeling totally relaxed, she closed her eyes and breathed deeply, savouring the moment, feeling the sensations that chased to her core. Persuaded by his hands, she turned onto her back, his hands sliding around as she did.

  Benito stretched out beside her. Leaning forward, he lightly kissed her, their lips nothing more than brushing before he trailed little flicks across her throat to her breast where he took each nipple in his mouth in turn, sucking and nipping on the hard, erect pearl.

  Allowing his hand slowly to trail to her most private place where he stroked her lips so gently, watching her as she moaned and writhed beneath him. Parting her, he brushed his fingertips very lightly over her clit in gentle little circles. He consciously and quietly gauged her reaction, monitored her moves, her sounds at every stage, determined that he wouldn’t hurt her.

  She made no attempt to stop him. To the contrary, she appeared to be lost in the moment, savouring every touch. Slowly he slipped a finger into her, very, very gently, moving her hips she worked herself against him as he closed his eyes, thinking of what he was doing, ready to explode himself.

  Concentrating hard, he watched her reaction to everything he did, sending him further towards his own release, she was such a turn on. He removed his finger and entered again with two; she was so fucking tight yet she continued to writhe against him, working herself, now loudly moaning.

  Leaning towards her cheek, he let his lips brush against her ear, whispering, “Tesoro,” when she opened her bright blue eyes, her pupils wide, he growled, “you are sure?”

  She nodded, “Oh yes, please…” her breathing laboured and heavy as he backed away from her.

  Rummaging around in his bedside table he took out a pack of XL condoms. Removing the extra large rubber from its packaging, he rolled it onto his huge erection. Lucy watched open mouthed at the size of his thing. Watching her reaction, he looked at her and sighed deeply, “You tell me to stop if you need me to.” She didn’t speak, just nodded, her eyes resembling those of a frightened rabbit in a cars’ headlights.

  Leaning forward, Benito gently kissed her again his fingers drifting across her jaw line, her throat and collar bone before heading further down her slender body. Over her mound and slowly inside her, it was now or never.

  Reaching for her leg furthest away from him, he gently lifted her knee, sliding himself between her legs, looking into her eyes he saw fear and trepidation, “Are you sure?” he asked again, not entirely comfortable with this.

  “Stop asking me that!” she snapped, “just do it!”

  Taking a deep breath, he focussed on her, her face, her eyes, determined to read her, to know if he was hurting her.

  Carefully he nudged against her core, fuck she was so tight. Slowly, he pushed, all the time watching her as she closed her eyes, wincing, her breathing juddering as he pushed again, deeper this time. She cried out. Benito stopped, “perdonami,” he whispered, “ti prego perdonami.”

  As he pulled back she gripped his shoulders, digging her nails into his flesh, “No, carry on—please,” she begged, looking at him through tear filled eyes, “please, please don’t stop now” she gasped.

  He pushed into her again, holding her tightly, holding her close to him as her breathing faltered, she gasped again, moaning, not out of pleasure but with pain as he resisted the urge to pound into her, taking this so slowly, his cock gripped by the tightness of her.

  Eventually, unable to listen to the obvious discomfort any longer, he pulled away just holding her as she cried into his shoulder.

  “Lucy, I am so sorry,” he whispered.

  Closing her eyes tightly, her shoulders heaved as he held her, bringing her knees to her chest she let herself be held by him. “Thank you Benito, thank you.”

  Leaving her for a moment, Benito walked to the bathroom to dispose of the condom, not that he’d needed it for only for sexual health reasons, although he knew he was clean and he suspected she was. She’d bled and significantly by the looks of the rubber he disposed of.

  Turning on the taps, he started to fill the bath. Testing the water with his hand, he made sure it was running warm before returning to the room to find Lucy huddled into herself, lying on her side in the foetal position. Breathing deeply, he watched her, her hair fanned out on the pillow, such beautiful hair. Walking towards the bed he looked down, her face tear stained— hell, he’d never forgive himself. What have I done?

  Lifting her into his arms he carried her to the bathroom, “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he whispered gently as she held on, her arms around his neck, her head tucked firmly into his shoulder.

  “Thank you,” her voice was barely a whisper against his throat.

  Placing her down, he checked the water again before turning the taps off and indicating that she should step in. Once she was settled, he returned to the bedroom to collect his boxers, noticing the slightly bloodied sheets as he did. Dragging the bed linen away he hurriedly changed it before she finished bathing, there was no way he wanted his Lucy distressed by seeing that.

  Whilst she cleaned herself up, he made tea and once she was dried and wrapped in a robe, he handed her the steaming mug sitting at on the edge of the bed his arm around her shoulders, holding her close. Neither of them speaking, the only thing running through Lucy’s mind, I hope he doesn’t leave too quickly. For, in her heart, she really felt something for him, liked him such a lot and truly hoped that he felt the same.

  Once their tea was finished, they la
id down together, her small frame held tightly against his much larger build, his big arms wrapped around her holding her close as they spooned, naked— something Benito had rarely done before, preferring to leave his conquests after, well after a good fucking. It was also new to Lucy too as she’d generally scared the boys off by refusing to give them what they wanted.

  Chapter 12

  Benito and Lucy took an early breakfast. They ate well and then went to the office where she started on the day’s jobs. Benito took himself to his office, well away from her and to a meeting with Lee, Jake and the rest of the recently recruited security professionals. The main topic of today’s meeting was to try and identify who was sending threatening correspondence to his father.

  Once the meeting had finished, Lucy left with Lee to collect her belongings and take them to Benito’s apartment. The exercise was completed without any problem. Lucy left her key on the kitchen table with a note explaining that she wouldn’t be back, her rent was paid for the next four weeks and she didn’t care about the deposit she would lose.

  She would concentrate on finding a new, permanent place to stay over the next few days; for now, she was happy to stay with Benito, as long as he was happy to have her.

  Feeling upbeat and positive, Lucy walked back into her office, her lunch in hand. She knew full well that this thing with Benito may lead to nothing, but he was the best encounter with the opposite sex she’d ever had, not least because they’d done things she’d never done before. He was just so very kind, gentle and caring.

  Determined to keep his life with Lucy and work separate, Benito stayed in his own office, out of her way, his mind made up that, even though they were now fuck-buddies, friends with benefits, whatever you wanted to call it, that business should stay separate from their relationship for as long as it could.

  There were times when she would have to go into his office, take notes, deal with stuff, but he would make a concerted effort to keep these times to a minimum. The more he thought about her, the more he anticipated them being much more. Since the first time he’d ever fucked a girl back when he was sixteen, he’d never felt like this—always happy with a quickie here and there, he’d never been one for commitment, but Lucy was different. Shaking his head, he still couldn’t fathom out why. Was he under her spell? He had the urge to protect her and make sure she was happy. Shit, what was happening to him? Was he getting old? Was there a higher force at work? Damn, was it is mother?

  The day passed quickly. and at six they travelled back to his apartment together. She took a bath, soaking the stresses and strains of the day away. Feeling very relaxed and after Lucy had looked through the empty kitchen cupboards, they sent out for food again. “Do you never make anything for yourself?” she asked.

  “No.” It was up to him how he chose to live, but there really was nothing, other than wine, coffee and tea—that was all he needed!

  After they’d eaten, Benito stood, “Going to shower,” he said, smiling as she turned to look at him, watching him walk towards his bedroom.

  “Okay.”

  Throwing his clothes and mobile on the bed, he moved to the bathroom in nothing but his boxers, conscious that Lucy may wander through to his bedroom at any time. He felt like he was the prey rather than the predator!

  Standing at the sink, concentrating on his shaving, Benito was initially unaware of Lucy peering around the door, watching him and the faces he made as he made his skin taught. As he swilled his razor, he caught sight of her in the mirror, peeking through the crack in the door. He smiled at her in the mirror, his look returned with the angelic grin.

  Returning the razor to his face he asked, “Are you enjoying your new job?”

  “Yes, I am. My old boss called today though.”

  Frowning, his face hardening slightly, “Yeah, and what did the letch want?”

  “Oh, pissed off because I just left, and the other girls have left too. He says it’s my fault they’ve all gone. He had a go at me so I told him to bugger off.”

  Turning, Benito smiled, “Good for you. If he bother’s you again, let me know,” he wiped the remaining shaving foam from his face before turning towards her again, “promise me!”

  “I will,” she hummed, watching him as he finished his shaving, wandering into the bathroom as he checked his face in the mirror. “You’ve missed a little bit.”

  Lifting herself up onto the vanity counter, she sat in front of him taking the razor from his hand and using her fingers, she encouraged him to tilt his head back slightly. Nudging his face towards the light, she gently drew the razor under his chin and down his throat. “You’re not going to cut me.” Benito panicked.

  “Do you think I would?” Lucy frowned, raising an eyebrow.

  “I hope not.” Feeling overcome, unable to push the feelings away, he let his arms drift around her waist, his fingers cuddled in the thick fluff of the gown. You shouldn’t be doing that, touching her, a little voice in his head told him, put her down!

  Once she’d taken the razor away, she swilled it in the water and placed it neatly on the counter. She stretched her arms around his neck before he had a chance to back away. Bringing her face towards him she breathed in the scent of his shaving foam, the aroma of sandalwood. Letting her hand drift around to his cheek, she brought their faces together.

  Benito stood still under this woman’s spell, feeling as though he should step back, move away yet unable to, he felt possessed. Allowing her lips to brush against his, she held him tightly around the shoulders. Powerless to resist the feelings inside, Benito kissed her back, feverishly, desperately. Holding her tighter, pulling himself between her legs, the towel from her wet hair falling, allowing her long damp locks to fall down, his big hands holding her tightly in the small of her back, pulling her so very close, his lips moving from hers trailing little kisses along her jaw, her neck.

  Slipping his hand inside her robe to her breast, he felt her velvet soft skin, the hard pearl of her nipple, asking to be teased. You shouldn’t be doing this! Distance yourself he thought, but his body, the higher force controlling it, seemed to have other ideas, ruling his head, taking over.

  Lucy wrapped her legs around his waist as he squeezed her breast gently, his thumb brushing her nipple, his lips gently kissing her neck.

  “Are you okay?” he whispered, “you know, after last night.”

  “Never better, really. I’m great.”

  “Are you sure?” He asked again.

  She’d never encountered a man like Benito before so kind and caring, well other than her dad, but that’s different.

  Benito, her lover, was so considerate and so gentle in every way, well with her. Lucy had no knowledge of his past, what he was capable of and still she had no inkling of the operations that the other side of the business carried out, the mercenary skill set that the team, particularly those in Italy, had.

  “I’m totally sure baby,” she whispered, “take me to bed, teach me. Please.”

  Unable to push aside the feelings, the desire his body felt, his mind no match for the desperate state of him, he leaned forward, kissing her deeply as she clung on. Her legs were holding onto him around his slim hips. Her arms were gripping around his neck tightly. He found the seam of her lips with his tongue and flicking, forged ahead working his way into her mouth, exploring. Gripping him tighter, she responded, her body begging for more.

  Lifting her as if she weighed nothing, he carried her to the bedroom. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Lucy still attached to him, his hands on the inside of her robe, the tie having worked its way undone and the thick towelling falling from Lucy’s slender body as if it were a cape.

  Sitting astride him, she became aware of his arousal, that thick length of his pressing against her flat stomach. Breathing deeply, her own feelings played havoc with her mind, making her stomach flip and her private place feel so very tingly.

  “Teach me,” she whispered against his ear, “tell me what to do.”

  Moving L
ucy to stand, Benito stood and pushed his boxers away, down his legs before flicking them across the floor and sitting back down again, “Come here tesoro, sit on me again,”

  He opened his arms, encouraging her to climb back onto him. Slowly, Lucy raised one knee to the edge of the bed. Her now naked form against his chest, the impressive hard length of his pressed snugly against her stomach. With a slight trace of fear in her eyes, she looked directly into those dark globes of his, waiting for instruction.

  “Raise yourself up tesoro, lower yourself onto me, slowly.”

  Doing as she was instructed, Lucy raised herself, pressing down on his shoulders as she did. His hands moving from her waist, he clasped his cock, guiding it towards her as she slowly lowered herself down. Feeling the sheer width of him as he entered her, she initially gasped. “Are you okay?” Benito asked.

  Gasping again, Lucy ignored him, “Oh God!” she panted as nature took over, controlling her to use her thighs to allow her to rise and fall on him. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she held on tightly, pulling him towards her. As she rose, he took her nipple into his mouth, tonguing the hard pearl, nipping it so gently with his teeth, causing the feelings to heighten as they coursed through her.

  With his big hands wrapped around her waist, he steadied her as she continued her mission to bring him to the edge, to allow him to find his release, an explosion that would be brought around by her, not him.

  “Hell, oh fuck,” Benito growled as he gripped her waists, “Lucy, no protection,” he threw his head back, unable to hold on. What the hell was she doing to him?

  Refusing to move, her own impending climax taking over, driving her forward to continue on her quest, having never achieved a climax before, she was determined to reach the point where her body would take over from her mind, the point of no return that she’d heard so many of her friends talk about.

  “Lucy, tesoro, stop!”

  Throwing her head back, her hair brushing against his knee’s as she did, she shuddered, clinging onto him, holding on so tightly. “Fuck!” she shouted loudly, her nails digging into his shoulders.