by T L Swan
He grabs my hair at the nape and drags my face to his. “This isn’t how it works, Olivia. I’m in control of the orgasms here.”
“But are you?” I laugh. I pump him hard, and he tips his head back as he loses control and jerks forward to come in a rush. I continue to stroke him as I empty him. His breathing is labored now. His eyes are rolling back in his head.
And I am triumphant.
Take that on your bedpost.
His kiss is tender and soft, and he holds his forehead to mine as he comes back to Earth.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Olivia,” he pants.
I kiss him and push back to swim away on my back. I spread my arms out and float beneath the sun. I feel euphoric—on cloud nine.
Enrico stands still, watching me. He seems shocked… or perhaps confused. I can’t read him but it’s a look I haven’t seen before. He swims over to me and scoops me up into his arms to kiss me tenderly. “Let’s go home.” His touch is gentle, tame for the moment.
I smile against his lips as I brush the hair back from his forehead. “No, I want to drink margaritas and lie in the sun. Let’s enjoy each other’s company for a while longer.”
He inhales sharply as he stares at me. “What kind of goddess are you, Olivia Reynolds?”
“The Ferrara Goddess,” I tease.
He laughs out loud. It’s deep and permeating and it echoes through the air. Rico grabs my behind and pulls me closer. “Never a truer word has been spoken.”
The air swirls between us, “You called me Rici.”
“Felt right.”
He smiles darkly, “Yes… yes, it did.”
Five hours later, we arrive at my hotel room.
We sprawled out beneath the sun until it went down. We drank margaritas and had a beautiful seafood dinner. The day is already perfect. Rico has been itching to get me home. It’s eating him that he was the first to come and that I haven’t… yet.
I eventually open the door with his lips pressed to the back of my neck. Like a pair of teenagers, we can’t stop kissing. He’s like this perfect version of the male species—one that I can’t get enough of.
We walk into my room and the atmosphere instantly changes between us.
Carefree laughter falls serious, and our kiss intensifies. Nothing stands between us now. Without hesitation, he reaches down and lifts my sundress over my head. He stands and steps back, his eyes dropping down my body as I stand here in my bikini. He slowly circles me, and his eyes drink in every inch. I close my eyes.
What if he doesn’t like what he sees?
I drop my head and stare at the floor. The intensity of this situation is too much to bear.
“La donna più bella che abbia mai visto.” He pauses for a moment and then as if realizing that I can’t understand him says. “Olivia, look at me.”
I drag my eyes up to meet his.
He cups my face in his hand. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Every inch is pale and perfect.”
I swallow the lump in my throat.
With his eyes following his movements, he runs his hand over my collarbone. He unfastens my bikini top and throws it to the side. His hand cups my breast.
He slowly bends, kisses each one, and then takes my nipple in his mouth. My breasts are more than a handful for him. He hisses in appreciation. “Magnificent.”
Magnificent.
My breath quivers as I try to hold it together.
He kisses lower, over my stomach before moving down.
I close my eyes again.
Jesus Christ, I did not think this is how a one-night stand was going to feel. I thought it was all wham bam fucking in the dark.
He leans lower and drops his head to my sex, and there, he inhales deeply. His eyes close, his face filled with pleasure.
“Dolce Madre di Dio, sto per leccarti.” He looks up at me while on his knees. I have no idea what he just said, but by the look in his eye, I know it was filthy. And it sounded fucking good.
He stands to kiss me. It’s deep, long, and hard. Rico walks me backward across the room, and he guides me down onto my side on top of the mattress. My legs are hanging over the side.
I frown in question, and he picks up my foot to kiss it. “Relax, bella.”
My insides melt as I watch him.
There’s no mistaking who’s in charge this time. He may have momentarily lost his head at the beach, but we both know he likes to be in control.
He stands between my legs and slowly removes my bikini bottoms. He smiles darkly as he sees the small patch of fair hair there.
“You weren’t lying to me. You are blonde everywhere.”
He dusts the backs of his fingertips through my short hair. With dark eyes, he pushes one leg to the side, and then puts my other foot onto his shoulder.
Dear God, I’m wide open for him. He’s hardly touched me and I’m about to come.
“Hai mai avuto un grande uomo prima?”
“Speak English so I can understand,” I whisper.
He pauses for a moment as if contemplating translating what he just said to me. “I need to watch your face when I do this.” He runs his hand down the back of my thigh that is on his shoulder, and he circles his fingertips through the lips of my sex. Our eyes are locked, and he slowly slides two thick fingers inside me.
I clench as my back arches off the bed. Rico hisses his approval. He lets out a low guttural moan, slowly takes his fingers out, and then slides them back in.
The sound of my arousal fills the room.
“Oh God,” I whisper. This is ridiculous. I’m completely open and he’s still fully dressed. “Take your clothes off.”
He keeps pumping me with his fingers, completely distracted by his task.
“Rici,” I demand. “Clothes off. Now.”
He takes his shirt off over his head and my breath catches. I know I spent the day staring at him, but I’ve never seen a man like this. Rippled with muscle, his chest is broad with dark hair. There’s olive skin, a six pack of abs, and that distinct V that disappears into his shorts. Still looking at me, he slides his shorts down, and my eyes widen as I swallow a lump of fear.
He chuckles at my reaction.
“I… I…” Holy shit, I have no words for that dick.
“You’ll be fine,” he whispers darkly.
Will I? Will I really, though? Or will they read about me in some kind of travel no-no brochure in years to come. Pasty white Aussie girl gets fucked by Italian stallion and dies on the stake… literally.
Rico begins to work me, first with two fingers, and then with three. I see stars as I lose all my inhibitions. My legs hang limp for him, granting him an all access pass.
I grab the blanket in my hands beneath me, and within a few pumps, I shudder as I begin to feel the oncoming freight train.
Not yet… not yet.
Hold it.
Please hold it.
Fuck you, sex deprivation. I can’t be this uncool and come in four minutes flat.
But I do, and I see stars. I cry out to the sound of his voice whispering things in Italian. After that, it all becomes a blur.
I hear a packet tear open, and I watch him roll on the condom. He lifts my other leg to his chest and slowly feeds himself into me. His eyes are locked on the place that we meet. My mouth hangs open at his claiming, and he smiles down at me.
“Ouch,” I whimper. I begin to thrash beneath him as the pressure become too much. “Rici.”
“Sei nata per cavalcare questo cazzo. Prendilo.” I frown in question. “It’s okay, it’s okay.” He leans down and kisses me. “I’m being careful. I’ll let you get used to me first. I won’t hurt you.” I wince. “Olivia.”
I close my eyes as the burn of his possession becomes almost too much.
“Look at me,” he whispers.
I drag my eyes up to his.
“Open up and let me in. I need you.” His voice is hushed and calming.
As if my body only bows to his command
, she opens a little, and he pushes forward.
“Kiss me,” I plead, reaching for him.
He falls down over me and stares at me for a moment as he brushes the hair back from my forehead. An unexpected tenderness runs between us, and his lips softly take mine in his as he pushes all the way in.
We stay still, my heart racing at his possession. Our kiss turns frantic. Oh God, I need him, too.
“Sono rovinato,” he whispers.
“What?” I pant.
He smiles against my lips. “I’m ruined, Olivia.”
I lift my pelvis. “I haven’t started ruining you yet, Mr. Ferrara.”
He chuckles and pumps me hard. “Oh, yes, you fucking have.” He lifts me, and pulls out slowly before he pushes back in slowly. The sting of his large cock stretching me wide open is almost unbearable. We go slow for a while, staring at each other in awe. I’ve never had sex like this before. I’ve never been completely owned like this.
He begins to ride me with hard, punishing hits. The bed is hitting the wall, his teeth are on my neck, his hands are holding my legs back… his large cock is deep inside of me, stroking me—stretching me. He’s taking what he needs from my body.
Some men make love but Enrico Ferrara fucks.
He’s strong and hard… so hard.
The sound of my arousal sucking him in is loud. Our skin slapping together echoes around the room.
I’m tight and he’s big, but somehow it works between us. We’re like animals as we fuck. Nothing could stop us from taking what we need from each other.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he moans. “No not yet,” he pants. I smile, knowing he’s trying to hold off his orgasm and can’t.
I love that he can’t.
“Fuck me,” I pant against his lips. “Harder.”
He lifts my hips and holds himself deep. He jerks hard as he comes in a rush, his throbbing cock sending shockwaves through my body as I clench around him.
We both cry out and come together.
And then he kisses me. It’s soft, loving, and tender. It causes my heart to freefall from my chest.
He’s got things the wrong way around.
It’s me who’s now ruined.
The sun peeks through the side of the drapes, and I frown as I wake.
I feel the warmth of a large hand on my stomach and look over in surprise.
Rici is on his side, facing me, fast asleep, looking like an Adonis. His dark curls and olive skin are a stark contrast to the white bedlinen.
I move my leg and wince. Oh fuck, I’m sore. Sorer than sore.
He may have been gentle with me the first time, the other three times, not so much.
He fucked me till I was raw.
The man is an animal and a god.
I go to the bathroom, throw a long shirt on, and then I hop back into bed while the room is still darkened. Enrico slowly wakes and then as if acting on instinct, grabs me and pulls my body to his. He kisses me softly with his big bee-stung lips. “Good morning, my Olivia.” His voice is husky.
Now that’s a wake-up hello. “Good morning.”
He holds me tight and runs his lips over my temple. “What a night, hey?”
I smile, embarrassed at how crazy he got me. I turned into an animal. I kiss his chest. “Sex with you is incredible… and different.”
He pulls back to look at me. “Different? How is it different?”
“Well.” I pause as I try to articulate my thoughts. “I’ve only ever had sex with someone I have been in love with before.”
He smirks, amused by my statement. His hand trails up over my shoulder, and he tames my hair down. “This was better different, then?”
“I wouldn’t say better. Just different.”
“I beg to differ. No sex could be better than what we had last night. That was the gold medal of sex.” He bites my neck and scooches down lower in the bed to snuggle into my chest.
I laugh and kiss his forehead. It’s weird how comfortable we are with each other. This isn’t how I imagined a one-night stand to be at all. I thought it would be cold and clinical.
His eyes dance with mischief as he leans his head on my breast. “Explain this in-love sex thing to me.”
I run my fingers through his hair. “Well, there’s a feeling that runs between the two of you.”
“Boredom?” he mutters dryly.
I laugh out loud. “No.”
“Oh, let me guess,” he teases. “So, you love him, and he loves you. You feel like you can’t live without the other, and you call each other ten times a day to talk about boring shit. You only have sex with each other, always missionary style, and everything is planned beforehand. Oh, I can’t even talk about it without falling asleep.” He bites my nipple hard. I flinch as I giggle at his answer.
“No, that’s not it.”
“What, then?”
I brush the hair black back from his forehead. His big brown eyes look up at me as they wait for my answer. “It’s having someone love you and all your faults, even when you forget to love yourself.”
He stares at me and I smile softly. “Well, that’s obviously why I never fell in love before.”
“What is?”
“I don’t have any faults, and nobody could love me better than I already love myself.” He bites my nipple hard, and then drops down to nip my hip bones. I squeal with laughter.
I fight to pull his head up. “You idiot. I could totally make you fall in love with me if I wanted to.”
He laughs against my stomach as he trails his teeth lower. “If you say so.”
“I’m not joking.” I squeal as I try escape his onslaught. He bites my inner thigh and I struggle. He pulls my sex apart with his fingers and we both fall silent as the mood suddenly changes from playful to intense.
“There’s one part of you that I really do love,” he whispers before kissing me there with an open mouth. My sex clenches.
Oh…. he’s just so.
His tongue swipes through my open flesh, and I close my eyes as I run my fingers through his curly hair. He lifts my legs and puts them over his shoulders. He licks me again and I feel his breath on my most private parts. Goosebumps scatter up my legs.
“I should warn you… if you do that to me you will never be the same. I will ruin you for all other women.”
“Undoubtedly.” He laughs, and I smile up at the ceiling.
He licks me again, this time deeper and with the flat of his thick tongue. My toes curl. My hands cling to his muscular shoulders.
Wow.
I fucking love Rome.
An hour later, I lean up against the tiles in the shower as Rico rubs his soapy hands all over as he washes me. I’m sleepy, sated, and damn if I haven’t just had the best night of my life. He takes care of me and washes my legs, my sex, my behind, and then moves around behind me to wash my back.
I smile dreamily with my eyes closed. “Can you move to Australia and become my slave?”
He moves my hair to one side and kisses my neck tenderly. “Now, there’s an idea.”
His soapy hands roam over my breasts and stomach. He has explored every inch of my body, as if memorizing it. “What are your plans?” he asks.
“What do you mean?”
“When do you leave?”
“Monday morning. I’m meeting my friend Natalie in Sorrento and we’re travelling through the Amalfi Coast for two weeks. After that, I come back to Rome for a few days before flying home.”
“You know… one night really isn’t enough to get the full Roman experience.”
I smile. “Oh really?”
His lips slide to my neck again. “You should probably come back to my house for the weekend.”
I bite my lip to hide my smile. “And why would I do that?”
“To clean my bathroom.”
I burst out laughing and spin back to him. Suddenly, we fall serious. “You want me to stay with you?” He nods, and I run my fingers through his two-day stubble.
; “I should warn you,” I begin.
“I know. If you clean my bathroom I will be ruined for other women.”
I laugh out loud. I wasn’t going to say that at all. “Precisely.”
3
Olivia
I stare at the exotic building in front of us. It has cream-colored rendering with a beautiful terracotta tiled roof.
“You live here?” I frown.
“Uh-huh,” Rico says as he pays the driver. They begin to speak to each other in Italian.
We had to catch an Uber here to bring my suitcase. We’ll pick up his motorbike later.
He takes my hand and helps me out of the car.
“Grazie,” he calls.
The building is swanky with a big garden and a circular driveway. I look around in shock. This is not where I would have expected him to live at all.
He leads me through the fancy metal gates and up toward the huge double doors. “Who do you live here with?” I ask.
“By myself.”
“So, this is an apartment?”
“I guess.”
“You guess?”
We arrive at a set of huge, black double doors. The round, brass door knocker is about the size of my head.
“In Italy, we call it a penthouse.” He pushes the door open and a large, sweeping staircase comes into view. There’s an elevator to the side of the foyer. “I live on the second floor.”
I stare at him, confused. “So, other people live here, too?”
“No, the other two apartments are empty.” He leads me into the elevator by the hand. “My grandfather owns this building. The other penthouses are for when he and my father are in town.”
I look around at the marble floors and smoke-mirrored walls. Jeez, he must come from money. “They don’t live here in Rome?” I ask.
“They live on country estates.”
“Together?” I ask as we walk up the stairs.
“No, they have separate properties that they live in with their wives, my mother, and my grandmother.”
“That’s nice.” I smile as we continue up the steps. “Your family are all still together?”