by Kailin Gow
“Sure, no problem,” I said, automatically getting back to the present and jumping toward the future. The word tutor was code for “I want it now.”
“Wonderful,” Salvatore said. “I’ll clean up the dishes now. Meet me in an hour?”
“That would be great, but I’ll clean up the dishes. Cooking is more than enough.” I smiled at him softly, barely able to look him in the eyes for fear of revealing too much.
“Okay, thank you.”
“Thanks for the great meal. You did it once again, Salvatore,” my dad said.
“Your welcome, Mr. First.”
Then Salvatore was gone and I caught a curious glance between my parents. My mom looked at me and asked, “So, we haven’t seen Chase around lately. We’re not keeping you from him with all the requests for Salvatore’s time, are we? I know what a big summer this is for you two.”
“No, not at all, he’s so busy with things happening in DC. It’s just been harder to spend time with each other. That should mellow out soon enough.”
“Well, okay then,” Mom said. She moved over to me and extended her hand out. “You know that your father and I would support you with anything, right? Help in any way we can.”
“Yes, I know you two are always there for me and I am okay. All couples are busy, right?”
“I suppose,” she said.
I glanced over at Dad and he was looking at me and then looking down at his knife, picking at it like he was trying to get a piece of dirt off of it. He was not as comfortable in conversations that involved matters of the heart, and that included his heart after his heart attack.
“Well, I’d better pick up the dishes. I have a few other things to do before I tutor Salvatore tonight,” I said.
“Well enough,” Mom said. She kept looking at me and she had a knowing smile on her face.
OMG! Does she suspect what’s going on with Salvatore? There was no way…she just couldn’t.
After picking up, I went to my room and took a quick shower and put on some Pink shorts, my bra and panties, and a t-shirt. Then I slid on my flip flops and made my way out to the guest house, where I couldn’t see Salvatore from any of the many windows that were on the front of it. All the shades were drawn.
I walked over to the door and walked in, smiling at all the lit candles I saw and looking around for Salvatore.
“Where are you?”
“You’ll have to guess,” I heard him reply.
I smiled, knowing that his voice was coming from the bedroom. I walked in there and saw him in there. There were a dozen red roses in the corner of the room and candles were lit, radiating a soft glow that shimmered off his sexy body. He was only wearing his boxers and I could tell he’d just showered, too.
“This is beautiful,” I said. “You certainly treat your tutors well.”
“Only the ones that treat me as good as you do,” he said.
“Lucky me.”
I didn’t waste a second and I slowly peeled off the clothes I’d just put on, leaving me standing there naked in the candlelight and staring longingly at Salvatore.
“Yes, lucky you,” he said, licking his lips. Then he walked up to me and surprised me by clanking something cold onto my wrist and I looked down. It was a handcuff.
“I think my hot, Italian lover is feeling kinky tonight,” I said.
“I must make sure you don’t try to ditch out early on my lessons,” he said. He guided me over to the wrought iron bed in the room and I laid down on the mattress willingly, extending my body out and he slowly lifted my cuffed arm over my head and attached it to the bed.
Salvatore stood up and said, “You wait here.” He gave me a wicked grin.
“Really funny,” I said, looking at him to see where he was going. He didn’t come back into the room for about a minute, but when he did he had a box with a lid on it in his hands.
He lifted off the lid and I raised my head, trying to see what was in there. “Don’t be so impatient,” he reprimanded.
I stopped trying after that and he turned around, holding an emerald green silk scarf in his hands. He came to me and crawled on top of me, straddling me and looking down.
“Let me take one last look at those beautiful eyes before I cover them,” he said, caressing my cheek and leaning in as close as he could to me.
I stared at him, showing that I trusted him completely and then there was darkness. He placed the blindfold over my eyes and I lifted my head slight so he could tie it behind me. Then he got up again and everything was so silent that I had no idea if he was still in the room or not.
“Salvatore?” I called out. I was so excited and just the anticipation of knowing that something really interesting was about to happen made me already feel aroused, despite having no sensation other than the chilliness of handcuffs and the softness of a silk scarf to base it off of.
“Yes,” he whispered. “I was just watching you, staring at your beautiful body. It’s the most gorgeous piece of art I’ve ever seen.”
“Thank…”
He didn’t let me finish and shushed me by pressing a finger gently on my lips.
I heard something swishing around in a cup and I listened closely, trying to figure out what it may be. I soon found out.
Salvatore’s lips and mouth covered my one breast, kissing it passionately and it was so cold. The feeling of ice chips melting from the heat of his mouth…the heat of the moment…overtook me. A trail of goose pimples traveled down my torso and didn’t stop until they reached my heated loins. Salvatore didn’t stop either, masterfully playing with my body incorporating ice chips and giving me such contradicting sensations. One minute I’d be so cold and the next minute I’d feel so overheated that I wanted the ice back on my body again.
Every time I tried to touch Salvatore with my one free hand he’d gently hold it back, making sure that I did nothing, but enjoy the sensations he wanted to deliver to me.
I don’t even know how it happened, but I realized that Salvatore’s bottoms were off because I could feel his hard cock pressing against my thigh as he kissed and tantalized every inch of my exposed flesh. He’d go close to my loins and then back away, depriving me of the feel of his tongue upon them. I ached for him so badly and when I’d voice my disapproval or groan from the agony of not having him his finger always came up to my mouth and gently pressed against it.
Finally I reached the point where I’d had enough and I began to beg. “Please take me, Salvatore. Please. I can’t stand it…I need to feel you.”
He said nothing and my voice got softer. I repeated, “Please.”
That’s when he fulfilled my request. His soft, full lips pressed down against mine and he began to kiss me as he leaned over me, sliding deep inside of me with a forceful thrust as he continued to kiss my face passionately. I could feel his lips travel to the place where my eyes were under the blindfold, making my eyelids tingle as if he was kissing them directly. Not a single nerve ending in my body was lazy—everyone was active and at full alert, eager to see what was going to happen next and desperate to calm my aching desire to have an orgasm.
I began to shudder, my back arched and exploding with all the velocity of a rocket launching into space. I couldn’t stop my orgasms from coming…one right after the other…multiple orgasms and Salvatore didn’t stop, making sure each one had his full attention and he pumped and pumped. Nothing was stopping him and he was consumed with pleasing me and making my body convulse at his command.
Then the heat intensified between my legs and I knew that he’d exploded inside of me. It felt so good and I was so utterly exhausted, as well as still aroused. Salvatore pressed his body down on top of mine and slowly kissed me before sliding off to the side and gently raising the blindfold from my eyes.
He was looking at me so intensely and had such a soft smile on his face. I blinked to adapt to the light and realized that I must have been squeezing my eyes shut from the intensity of my orgasms.
“What just happened here
?”
“I don’t know, but the one who could write it down in words would be a most talented person,” Salvatore said.
“That was so incredible.”
“Just wanted to try something adventurous on you like you did with me earlier. I haven’t been able to get your sexy image out of my mind. It was rather distracting during supper. I had to sit there a long time before getting up because I found myself getting a hard-on.”
I began laughing. “That would have been some sight to see—you getting up from my parent’s table with a very aroused cock.”
“Definitely not good. Your father would probably chase me around the block,” Salvatore said and he started laughing. I did, too. That was some visual to imagine.
After Salvatore took the cuff off my wrist we just laid there on the bed, talking and laughing…thinking about when my parents would be gone for that week. Almost every place under the roof of my home would be fair game then.
We drifted off to sleep and I woke up, confused by where I was and seeing Salvatore’s arm wrapped protectively over the top of me, and I glanced over at the clock. Holy cow! It was 3 a.m. How was I going to explain that?
I slid out from Salvatore’s arm and grabbed my clothes, gently blowing out all the candles in the room that were still lit as I left. Once I was in the living room I got dressed and snuck back into the house.
Quietly creeping into my room, I closed the door and popped down onto my bed. I was so amazingly happy that I couldn’t even believe it. This summer romance, or whatever it was, was nothing short of phenomenal. Now that we’d broken the barrier, Salvatore and I couldn’t get enough of each other and honestly, I couldn’t imagine having what I was feeling—sexual or more—yanked away from me. It’d be more painful than pulling off a hundred band-aids at one time.
Chapter 16
Keeping what Salvatore and I had going a secret was not easy. I was so drawn to him and always thinking about the way he made me feel and how my body responded to him. I felt certain that my lust was written all over my face, making it impossible to be as sneaky as I thought I was. Please, if ever there was a time I’d been wrong, I’d prayed that was it. It would be too hard to explain with no one knowing that Chase and I had broken up, plus the fact that Salvatore was still in high school despite being eighteen and more mature than most of my friends my age.
“I can’t believe how much you’ve spoiled me with my parents gone this week,” I said, rolling to my side and casually draping my leg over Salvatore’s chest.
“It’s hard not to spoil you when I see that expression you get on your face when you are having an orgasm for me. It’s so beautiful, so exotic.”
“I don’t know if I like it that you’re watching me,” I protested.
“Then you shouldn’t make yourself so irresistible, Taylor. I can’t keep my eyes off of you whenever you’re around.”
“Well, it’s unfortunate that you have classes today and I have to go to the office. You’ll just have to remember what I look like,” I said, leaning over and kissing Salvatore gently and then diving in with my fingers on his waist, which was surprisingly ticklish, therefore irresistible to me.
Salvatore retaliated and began to tickle my kneecaps, which were so sensitive that my legs began to flail and I accidentally knocked over a lamp. “Oops,” I said, still laughing.
“You’ll have to pay for that,” Salvatore said, propping up on his elbow and looking serious.
“And how will I do that?” I asked.
“You shall find out tonight,” he said. “Now, be gone with you. I must get ready for my day and I can’t have you distracting me or I might fail my test. That would be a first for me and I’m not interested in that type of first with you if you know what I mean.”
“I know exactly what you mean, sir,” I said. I jumped up and saluted him, giving him a sassy shimmy with my hips and walked over to my clothes to put them on so I could get back to the house.
“What time will you be home?” Salvatore asked.
“6:00 I think. There’s a 4:30 shipment coming in that I have to be there for so I can help inventory it,” I said. “Why?”
“So I know when to start punishing you,” Salvatore said. He slapped his palm down on the night table and it echoed, making me giggle and the he finally broke his serious expression in exchange for that beautiful, pearly white grin.
“Well, I look forward to it. You’d best behave today so I don’t have to punish you, too,” I said. I walked over and leaned in to kiss him and his hand gently traversed down my lower back and rested on my ass, which was highly arousing. I backed away before I got distracted. I really did have to get going.
It was a great blessing that my work day went quickly and I got back home at 6:10 p.m., which wasn’t too late considering the crazy traffic. I found Salvatore in the kitchen and he’d just finished making up some chicken Cesar salads for us for supper and I couldn’t wait to eat. I’d been hungry, missing lunch that day.
“How’d the tests go?” I asked.
“Excellent, but I seemed to fill in the name Taylor with every blank before getting my wits about me and answering correctly.”
“You’re so full of exaggeration, but I love that about you in this case. You know how to make a girl feel special.”
Salvatore smiled. “It’s not hard. What do you say we take a little swim tonight? It’s beautiful out and I’d like to see your sexy curves with water all over them, making that teeny tiny bikini cling to you tightly.”
“That sounds wonderful. I don’t mind watching that water make your swim trunks cling in all the right places either,” I countered, winking at him and then walking away.
I walked back out in my swimsuit and looked in the kitchen. Salvatore wasn’t in there and I walked out back, sliding the doors open and saw that he was already in the swimming pool. He was at the edge of it and resting his arms and elbows on the pavement, smiling at me. After a cat call he said, “I’ve changed my mind.”
“What?” I asked. “What’s that mean?”
“It means that I don’t want to see you in that swimsuit. I’d rather see you out of it.”
“Really,” I said, smiling coyly.
“Yes, really. Strip it off and come in the water,” Salvatore said, smiling the entire time.
“No can do. You’ll have to take it off me,” I said. I ran toward the water and jumped in, making a big splash as I tucked my legs up and did a cannonball upon entry into the warm, salty water of the pool.
Within a second, Salvatore was by me, wrapping his arms around me and releasing the latch to my bikini top and sliding it off above my head. I looked down at my breasts under the water and saw that he was already naked.
“Very sneaky and clever, not to mention brave,” I said.
“When a man wants something he must pursue it with all he has,” Salvatore replied.
“And you, dear Salvatore, definitely do that,” I said, reaching down and grabbing his already hard cock.
His hands planted on my waist, he slid down my bottoms by going underneath the water and peeling them off my feet, and sliding his fingers into me while he did it. I gasped, trying to remain treading with the crazy, intense distraction.
Then he was back up and he took me in one of his arms and guided me toward the shallow end of the pool, where he pressed against me and began to kiss me passionately and explore my body. The sensations of doing that in the water were so pleasurable and I couldn’t believe how amazing it felt. The lights at the bottom of the pool illuminated upward, showing the silhouettes of our bodies ravaging each other’s and we were in sync with each other and it was accented by the waves that formed in the pools from our aggression toward each other, lapping up our bodies.
Sitting down on the steps, Salvatore guided me on top of him and I slid on him easily, eager and ready. With my arms wrapped around his, we moved back and forth, neither of us closing our eyes nor turning away. We just stared at each other, reading each other’s
emotions and feeling the joy of the moment. It was so intimate, so mind blowing, and definitely more erotic than I’d ever imagined having sex in the water would be like.
The breeze and chilliness in the air made my nipples harder, more sensitive than they’d ever been before and with each thrust I took, I could feel the nerve endings in them responding, enjoying the liberation of being such a free sexual being with such an incredible man. I couldn’t have asked for more or wanted more than I was getting at that moment.
Then without warning or resistance, I felt myself explode and Salvatore followed shortly thereafter. When I leaned and kissed him I felt a spark that sent my stomach into convulsions, like it couldn’t get enough of what I’d teased it with. Wow, it was so great with Salvatore.
We wrapped some towels around us and went to recline on the double chase lounge that was at one end of the pool. Not bothering to get their dressed, we laid on it with only a towel over us for a blanket and began to talk, enjoying the freedom of the experience of making love in the pool and getting to be so casual afterward. That would end tomorrow when my parents got home and I knew it would be something I missed greatly.
“I’m dreading going back to Italy. It’s just ten days away,” Salvatore said.
“Me too,” I said, leaning in and giving him a soft kiss. “With the business we’ll still get to see each other, and we can talk and email.”
“That hardly seems adequate,” he said, sighing heavily. “Taylor, I want to stay with you. I love you so much. I can’t imagine a day without you.”
I looked at Salvatore, not able to say the same things he was saying at that moment, but I had so much compassion for him. I just smiled.
“I know you’re not ready to say that to me, but I just want my parents—and your parents—to know about our relationship. Everyone should know,” he said.
“It’s just not the right time for that, Salvatore. There’s too much baggage going on right now in my life. You’re the one thing that’s perfect and I don’t want anything bad to happen. Can’t we just leave things as they are for a bit?”