And I wouldn’t be able to stand it if he turned me down.
When I turned around again, he was barefoot, his shirt half-unbuttoned, and he was kneeling on the bed. “Helena…” He shook his head. “Get something chocolate, and red wine?”
“Okay.” I called the front desk, stalling as long as I could in ordering.
The way he said my name, I was almost certain he wanted to say something else.
“I guess I should’ve planned better for our escape. I wish I had pjs to change into.” I flicked the sides of my dress awkwardly.
“Get comfortable. It’s just you and me here.” He smiled as he patted the bed next to him. “I don’t bite.”
I chuckled and slipped off my shoes. “What if the girl you’re with likes to be bit?”
“What?” He blinked a couple times, his lips parted just slightly. “Did you just give me permission to bite you?”
I gasped. “What? No!” I could feel my cheeks flushing redder as I looked away.
Great. Now I was going to be imagining him biting me too. It was something I was pretty sure I’d enjoy too. I had never wanted to be bitten in my life, but the playful, heat-filled gaze in his eyes made me want it. With him.
“I’m joking, Helena. Trying to lighten the mood. You’re so tense.” He got up and came back a moment later with the small bottle of lotion from the bathroom. “Why don’t we work some of that tension from your shoulders while we wait for dessert and wine?”
I bit my lip as he knelt behind me and carefully, slowly tugged down the pull tab on my zipper so that he could expose my upper back.
“Are you sure?”
The cold lotion on my shoulders startled me, and I jumped slightly at the shock.
“I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t going to follow through, Helena. Just like this trip. Just like everything since we met.” His hands moved over my tight muscles gently, with just enough pressure to be noticeable, but not so much that it hurt.
“You’ve done this before, haven’t you?”
“What? Given a massage?”
“No, pretended to be someone’s fiancé.” I rolled my eyes but refrained from looking over my shoulder at him. “Yes, the massage.”
“It’s an easy way to learn human anatomy. Massaging someone, feeling how skin and muscle move, feeling the differences between tight, tense muscles and loose ones… makes my art better.” His hands dipped lower down my spine, away from my shoulders, but his fingers stayed chaste. “And I’ve found that I’m better at expressing myself with my hands than saying things out loud. The way I see it, a massage is a form of expression, of care, sometimes of love. Or it can be foreplay, a way to learn a partner’s curves, what makes her moan, what makes her melt into my hands…” He pressed a soft kiss to my neck as his thumbs pressed up either side of my spine.
My heart was pounding and hearing him describe what he was doing as something sensual, something erotic even, made me want to groan out loud. I had no doubt I was soaking my panties, just from the simple, chaste touches and Gio being so close.
“There it is.” His hands slid lower, pushing the zipper wider open as he went, and his thumb skimmed over the butterfly inked just at the bottom of my ribs on my left side. “I was wondering when I’d get to see it.”
“How do you know about that?” I dared a glance over my shoulder and found him staring, almost enraptured by the simple blue and black tattoo.
“Rose’s sign for you. She explained that it was because of this tattoo.” His hands worked over my ribs, over my side, still massaging firmly. “She didn’t tell me it was such good work.”
I let my dress straps slide down my arms, wondering if he’d sneak a peek, if he’d try to let his hands wander around to my full breasts, with them fully on display. For the first time all night, I was glad the dress didn’t easily allow for a bra, even a strapless one, and so I’d gone without. “The artist was a friend. She’d been drawing on me for years, it just seemed logical to let her take the needle to me when we were ready to take the plunge.”
Gio’s lips found their way to my shoulder blade, and then back up to my neck. “I wish I had my sketch pad. Or an easel and paint.”
I looked at him again, confused by the abrupt change of subject. “We should’ve just gone back to the villa. I didn’t mean to take away from your art, for you to be here.”
He cupped my chin and turned be back around, his head hovering just over my shoulder.
For the first time, I realized there was a full-length mirror right across from where we were sitting. I was completely on display, completely exposed from the waist up.
Gio’s hands went back to my shoulders, and I watched as his focus dropped back to the massage. But his eyes kept flicking up to the mirror, to me.
“Gio…”
“Shh. Don’t talk. Don’t think too much about it. Just enjoy the massage.” His voice was lower, huskier, and part of me wanted to shift back, to rub against him, to find out if he was turned on.
But if it was all in my head…
Gio’s hands dropped forward, working the muscles just above my breasts, pulling away from my sternum, working away tension I didn’t even realize I was carrying. Still, his hands stayed chaste, too chaste.
I wanted them to slide lower. To massage my breasts, to tease my nipples. Or for one of those big hands to end up between my thighs. Anything to ease the ache growing there.
“What were you going to ask me in the car?”
We were back to this again? What was he? Some sort of torturer?
God, it felt like it. If he’d just touch me, I’d give in to any demand.
“I… For a second, I was going to ask if you’d have sex with me. But I know that’s not part of the agreement.” Hell, none of this was.
I looked down to where the engagement ring sat on my left hand, and then met his eyes in the mirror again. “I’m just confusing the whole thing in my head.”
Finally, his hands moved to my breasts, the long, callused fingers almost big enough to encompass both of them completely. “What if it became part of the agreement? It’s what engaged people do, right?”
The moan that snuck out of my lips surprised me. I didn’t think I’d ever made that sound with another person. Maybe ever. “You don’t have to. You’re already going so far above and beyond. You don’t have to fake that too.”
He pressed his hips forward, and I could feel the hard, thick outline of his cock against my lower back. “Does this feel fake?”
My pussy clenched as his fingers pinched at my nipples, tugging them into tight points. “Gio…”
“No, Helena. I told you. Don’t think too much about it. I’m hard. For you. Because from the moment you let this dress slip off your shoulders, I wanted to rip the rest of it right off you and fuck you until you screamed my name.” He shifted, until he was sitting next to me on the bed. “I really don’t want to have to come by myself in the shower again. Not when I have a sexy, curvy goddess in bed with me.”
Rather than say anything, I leaned forward and kissed him hard.
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Helena’s mouth on mine was heaven.
She pressed into me, all her soft curves, those intoxicating breasts against my chest.
And then, she was gone.
“Gio, the door.” She started to pull her straps back up, but I shook my head.
“I’ll go. You stay just like that.”
I wasn’t in much better shape, and I wasn’t sure how I was going to hide the hard-on in my pants, but at least if I got the room service, Helena would hopefully stay half naked.
I couldn’t wait to get her completely naked.
The interaction with the bellhop took longer than I wanted, even though all he did was bring the tray into the suite and leave it on a table. Thankfully, I had some euros in my pocket, and I sent him on his way before too much small talk could happen.
“Dessert now, or after?” Please, say after.
/> Helena stepped into the small living room area, wearing nothing but her panties and a smile.
“It’s chocolate cake and red wine. It’ll keep.”
Where was my camera when I needed it? I wanted to capture her like this, not afraid, not hiding, completely exposed to me.
Well, not completely, but I could get her there quick enough.
“Why are you still wearing panties? Those are just going to get in the way of what I have planned.”
She bit her lip as she hooked her fingers into either side, sliding them slowly, torturously, over her wide hips, until she could let them fall to the floor. “Is this better?”
I pointed at the bedroom. “It will be, once you’re on your back with your legs spread wide for me.” I smirked, waiting to see if she’d follow the command. I hadn’t ever been a bossy lover, not like this, but with Helena, I didn’t want her thinking too much. I didn’t want her to think at all. I just wanted her to enjoy, feel, and hopefully scream as she came on my cock.
She turned slowly, letting me drink in my fill of her naked body, all her soft, artful curves.
Everywhere I wanted to run my hands over.
I ditched my shirt and slacks before following her, so that all that would be between us were my black boxer briefs.
Shit. I wasn’t planning on this. I didn’t have any condoms. I hadn’t even brought any to Italy.
No matter. I could still make her come, without fucking her.
And tomorrow, I would search all over Pisa and Tuscany, until I found somewhere I could buy protection. Because there was no way I was going to let this be the last time I got her naked.
When I got to the bedroom, Helena was laying on her back, propped up with pillows. But her knees were barely parted.
Teasing me.
“Do you have any idea what you look like right now? I could come in my shorts, just looking at you.” I rubbed my dick through my boxers, fighting the urge to risk it, to just fuck her hard and fast, consequences be damned.
God, why did the idea of being bare inside her, of filling her, maybe even knocking her up, make me even harder?
Helena’s knees parted a little farther, and she slid her hand between them, hiding what I wanted.
The moan that escaped her lips made me want to wait, to see if she’d finger herself while I watched.
“Gio, please.” She arched up, and her knees fell wide, almost wide enough to hit the bed on either side of her. Her fingers slid through her wet folds, and I licked my lips.
“I don’t…” I groaned. “I don’t have a condom.” I crawled onto the bed, running my hands up her inner thighs, stopping just shy of her pussy. “God, I wish I had been a boy scout. Then maybe I would’ve been prepared.”
She let out a husky laugh and moved her hand, letting me get my first full view of her wet, hot core. “I’ve got one in my purse. I wasn’t a boy scout, and I didn’t really think this would happen… but I figured just in case.”
In response, I leaned forward and dragged my tongue through her folds, letting her musky, sweet flavor linger there.
Helena’s thighs trembled, and I used my hands to hold her open to me, to pin her legs wide as I flicked my tongue over her clit for the first time.
The moan that she made was almost animalistic, needy, and so fucking hot I wasn’t sure I would be able to hold off if she kept making sounds like that.
“Gio… What the hell are you doing to me?” She arched against me, pressing her core closer to my mouth.
I looked up at her, barely making it to her eyes over her full, heavy breasts, and I smirked as I flicked my tongue over her clit again. Helena groaned and reached down, tangling her fingers in my hair. When she tugged, I grunted against her, licking harder, teasing her as I rubbed her inner thighs.
She was so responsive, so wet, I wanted to get lost in her taste.
Flicking my tongue over her clit again, I shifted slightly to nip at her inner thigh. “You’re delicious, Helena. And so damn wet for me.”
She bit her lip, looking like a sex kitten with her hair a tousled mess and her body straining for more against my grip. “I…” She looked away, as if she were embarrassed, but she said softly, “I want more.”
I smirked and dragged my tongue through her folds again. “I want you to come all over my tongue. I want you writhing under me, and I want to taste it when you lose yourself in climax. And then I want to sink my cock into you so deep you ache from being so full. I want to make you come over and over again, until you’re so tired you can’t keep your eyes open.” I just barely sunk my teeth into her clit, just enough to surprise her, to test her reaction, before I added, “And tomorrow, I’m going to want to do it all over again.”
She moaned, gripping my hair tighter as she pushed her hips up toward my face. “You’re too fucking good at this.”
Her skin was flushed a soft pink, and her thighs were shaking a little under my hands as I leaned in and flicked my tongue against her clit again.
I teased her to the edge of orgasm, learning which spots made her moan, where she seemed to lose control. And then I backed off, softening my licks, keeping her there, just on the edge of climax.
“Gio, please…”
Her begging sent jolts of need straight to my cock, and slowly, I pressed a finger into her wet heat. She was soaking, and so tight I almost wondered how she’d take all of me. If I thought she was responsive before, the addition of penetration just made her even more so. Her hips rocked and bucked against my hold, her pussy pressed more into my mouth, into my hand.
I added a second finger, curving them up to add pressure to her g-spot, and Helena screamed out, arching up, pushing her breasts up toward the ceiling.
Her pussy clenched around my fingers, squeezing so tight I almost thought just feeling her let go would make me come too, even though I wasn’t inside her yet.
God, did I want to get inside her.
I kept licking and sucking until her body relaxed and only soft tremors of climax rippled through her.
“Condom?”
“In my purse.” She panted out the words, her whole body on display for me, her thighs spread wide and coated with her arousal.
I got up, looking around, but I didn’t know where she’d left it. And I really didn’t want her to move.
Hell, I just wanted to fuck her bare. I wasn’t really looking very hard.
“On the…” She licked her lips. “Table right by the door.”
I nodded and went to grab it, half hoping she’d forgotten it and that she’d just tell me that it didn’t matter, that we shouldn’t use one anyway. I never thought about being unprotected with a woman or knocking one up or even settling down, but god I wanted it with her. Nothing between us. Totally connected. Natural. Primal. Imagining coming inside of her, possessing her completely, and even picturing her pregnant with my child.
I handed over the bag, and Helena quickly pulled out the foil package before throwing the purse to the floor. She handed it over and propped herself up on her elbows, looking at me expectantly.
“What?”
“I want to watch.” She smirked as I pushed my boxer briefs down over my hips.
“Dirty girl.” I wrapped my hand around my cock, stroking a couple times as her eyes grew wide, staring at it.
“Damn, Gio.” She licked her lips, giving me all sorts of ideas about that mouth.
I ripped open the condom wrapper and slid it down my length quickly. I was ready to go. “Like what you see?”
She nodded. “Just trying to figure out where you’re going to put all of that.”
Kneeling between her thighs, I grinned and leaned down to kiss her hungrily, just barely letting my cock slide against her wet heat. “Oh, you’re going to take it all, and you’re going to love being filled by this big dick.”
Helena rotated her hips, pressing up against me more as she reached down and grabbed my ass. “Then you should probably give it to me.”
The engagemen
t ring had slid around, and I could feel the prongs holding the diamond in place digging into my ass cheek as she held on. I hadn’t ever thought of an engagement ring as something sensual, but knowing she was wearing my ring, even if it was just for a little while, made it so much fucking hotter.
I reached down and positioned myself until just my tip was inside her. As Helena wrapped her legs around me, I pushed forward, filling her in one long, slow thrust.
She was so damn tight, I wanted to blow my load as soon as I bottomed out inside her.
Helena let out a sound that was half-whimper, half-moan.
“You okay?”
She nodded and let out a slow breath. “I just don’t think I’ve ever been with someone so big.” She rocked her hips, and smirked. “But you’re right. I love it.”
I pressed a kiss to her neck, and then her lips as I pulled my hips back and thrust into her. “You feel so good.” I reached up and tangled my fingers in her hair, staying close as I pumped in and out slowly. I wanted to draw this out, make it last as long as I could.
With one condom, this would be my only time in her tonight, though I was pretty sure I was going to get her off as many times as I could manage while we were on our own.
Helena’s hands gripped my shoulders, her fingertips digging in as she rocked with me, taking me deep with every thrust. Her eyes locked with mine, until I felt like we were the only two people on the planet, the only two in existence in that moment.
I leaned down and kissed her, my hands sliding under her lower back to pull her up against me tighter, molding all her soft curves to my hard lines, wanting, needing to touch every inch of her that I could.
Her whole body seemed to be sensitive to my touch, as she rubbed against me, her pussy clenching tighter around my dick. Helena let her tongue dance with mine, a hungry tango between our mouths, each slide and stroke as needy as my thrusts inside her.
I groaned, holding onto her tighter, fighting the urge to let go until I felt her climax around me.
She tugged my hair, breaking our kiss. Her eyes met mine again, need and heat burning there, hotter than the fires of hell. “I’m so close.”
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