Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 126060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
There was just this one hurdle she didn’t quite know how to overcome yet, but she was determined that she would. Geno loved sex. She knew he did. It wasn’t just up to him to see to it that they had a good sexual relationship. It was up to her as well. She wanted to be his partner in every way. Not just an adequate partner, or good—she wanted to be fantastic. One didn’t become fantastic without experience, and she wasn’t going to get that if they didn’t have sex.
She did her research. That was the only way she knew how to proceed. Step one was study the subject, and she studied. She went online to every site that gave tips on how to best have sex when she was smaller and he was larger. She got lots of great advice, much of it the same. She was determined to put it all to use—if she could do so without being too shy. The advice called for her to be the seducer. She felt she wasn’t going to be good at being the one directing the evening, but she was going to try because Geno was worth it, and she wanted to enjoy sex with him.
Foreplay was important. Very important. Lots and lots of foreplay. Toys, even. Orgasms would be excellent. Even for Geno prior to penetration. Lube was extremely important. Positions mattered so she could control entry and how deep he penetrated. She blushed thinking about what she intended to do, but she was no shrinking violet. This was important for both of them.
Amaranthe was determined to give Geno everything he could ever want if it was in her power to do so. She wanted him to feel loved. Deeply loved. She wanted him to know, the moment he laid eyes on her each day, that he had one person who built her life around him.
She put on her ballet slippers—not her pointe shoes, this wasn’t a formal ballet, but one of her nicer pairs and took out the chain she had purchased to go around her hips. It wasn’t diamonds, but when she looked at the price of a diamond chain, it was outrageous. No way could she afford it, not even if she wanted to spend the majority of her savings, which she didn’t.
She laid out the toys and lube in plain sight so Geno couldn’t fail to see them when he came out of his office. She put on music and wrapped the fine gold chain around her hips. The music immediately put her in the mood to dance. It always did. The moment she heard music, it would play through every muscle and cell in her body urging her to move to the rhythm. It had always been that way for as long as she could remember. She could lose herself in the beauty of the rhythm, her mind in complete harmony.
She shed the little robe and went to the open space where she’d chosen to dance. The room was purposely dim, with just a faint light shining on that section. It had taken her some time to figure the lighting out. She’d even set up her phone to record a couple of short dance moves to see how the lighting played over her body. She liked the way her hair moved, one moment covering her and the next revealing her slight curves. Geno had been right about the diamond chain. It would have glittered beautifully in the light.
“What is my sexy little danzatrice ombra up to?”
Geno’s rasp was more of a growl than a rasp. The sound sent goose bumps erupting all over her body. She turned to him, suddenly feeling very seductive. Very provocative and surer of herself than she ever had. She hadn’t even gotten started, and he was reacting exactly as she wanted him to.
She flashed him a smile. “I’ve got a surprise for you. You have to strip though. No clothes for you.”
His gaze dropped to the toy and the lube she’d laid out and then to her naked body. “You’re certain, Amaranthe? This could be dangerous.”
“Dangerous for you. I have a plan. We followed yours, now we’re going to follow mine. I wanted to give you something special. It’s going to take a while, but I promise you, you’re going to have a very good time.”
“I did buy you a diamond chain, Amara, in the hopes that you’d dance for me,” he said. “My cousin Damian made it for you.”
He shrugged out of his shirt, his back to her, and she couldn’t help but admire the way his muscles rippled as he walked toward the raised platform. Pulling open a drawer, he took out a rectangular case.
“Come here, baby.” Sinking onto the bed, he pulled off his loafers, letting them drop to the floor. “I want to put it on you.” He picked up first the small toy that fit over her clit and then the dildo, which wasn’t quite as large as he was. “Are you going to use these?” He raised his gaze to hers, and the desire creeping into all that dark blue sent a wave of weakness through her.