Giovanni (Blood Brothers Book 6) by Eve Vaughn Page A

fingertip.
    John inhaled sharply.
    Sydney leaned forward to press a kiss against his chest and followed it with a swipe of her tongue. The salty taste of his skin and musk made an intoxicating cocktail.
    He chuckled as he pushed her down. “Patience, gattina . You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this. I want to take my time with this beautiful body.”
    She found it an odd statement considering the length of time they knew each other, but Sydney was way too turned on to think coherently, especially when John began to kneed and kiss her heated flesh. She was so deliciously hot, she couldn’t keep still.
    “Let’s get you out of this,” he murmured, tugging at her clothing.
    Sydney sat up enough to help him get rid of her top and robe completely. Their movements were frantic and desperate and she could tell by his actions that he craved her as badly as she did him. He was a drug and she was a fiend.
    The coolness of the room made her already hard nipples tighten even more. John cupped her breasts in his palms and pushed them together. “Lovely,” he murmured. “Your skin is the color of rich dark chocolate, my favorite. My skin against yours, is light against dark, hard against soft and so fucking sexy. Can you imagine it?”
    She could. And the thought of the erotic image made her juices flow. Sydney gasped when she felt the warmth of his breath graze her nipples followed by the broad stroke of his tongue.
    He circled one taut peak with his tongue before gently suckling it into his mouth. Sydney grasped his head, holding it against her chest. She wiggled beneath him unable to keep still. “Oh John, that feels so good.”
    He continued to suck her nipples, alternating between them. John was gentle at first, but then his suckles became more aggressive. One of the upsides to being sightless was that she had to depend on her other senses. It wasn’t that they’d sharpened or became super human like most people believed, she’d just learned how to use them better. So the feel of his erotic ministrations were even more intense than if she could see. She felt the ridges of his tongue as it swiped her skin, heard his frantic pants, and the scent of his masculinity seemed to get stronger. Sydney had never come from the simple act of having her breasts played with but she was so close she couldn’t contain herself.
    “John!” she screamed his name as a powerful climax hit her.
    He covered her mouth with his again, catching her moans as her body rode the waves of an amazing orgasm. The kiss was hard, passionate and breathtaking. Finally when he broke the tight seal of their lips John stroked her face. “I love how responsive you are. I’ve dreamed of how you would look like this and you don’t disappoint.”
    Again she found his statement odd but all she could focus on was his hands on her body. John eased her pajama bottoms and panties down her hips before yanking them off completely. “You smell divine, gattina . Look at how wet your pussy is. Your juices have soaked your thighs. There’s only one thing to be done about this?”
    “What?” Her breath hitched in her throat.
    John positioned himself between her legs. “I’m going to have to lick you clean. Spread your legs wider so I can taste you properly.”
    Sydney didn’t need to be told twice. John ran his tongue along the insides of her thighs, laving every inch of her skin around her pussy. She lifted her hips, wanting more than his teasing.
    “More,” she moaned.
    He chuckled. “How badly do you want it, Sydney? I want to hear you say it.”
    “I want it badly. So very bad. Please eat my pussy, John.” Was that her voice? So husky and raw with need. She couldn’t remember a time when she’d begged for a man to satisfy her sexually. This man seemed to have cast a spell over her.
    “I thought you’d never ask,” he whispered before bumping his nose against her clit.
    “Oh!”
    “You liked that?” He did it again, this time following it up