by Mia Villano
We talked more than ever on the way to the restaurant. He told me about the car, how the one we were riding in was a loaner, and how he still favored his old Fiat on the weekends.
We discussed Ohio and the fact that he has not been back since he was shot. I wish we could just drive for days and talk. I felt so at ease with him, so relaxed. We talked during the campaign but couldn’t discuss anything personal. I loved knowing other things about him. Everything he said interested me.
When we walked into the restaurant, we were seated right away even though there were people waiting. Heads turned and nodded to acknowledge the new senator. The owner of the restaurant, Giovanni, came out from the kitchen, shook his hand, and congratulated him on his win in the senate.
“Congratulations. I make a special batch of sauce just for you, Senator,” he said.
He grabbed Alex’s face and kissed him on both cheeks.
“Chi è questa donna bellissima con voi?”
“Grazie Giovanni. Questa bella donna è la prudenza. Lei è un vecchio amico.” The senator spoke fluent Italian.
“Ah, si, si. Lei è bella con quei capelli rosso fuoco,” said Giovanni pointing to his head.
“Yes, that she is, Giovanni. That she is,” said Alex.
Giovanni led us to a quiet table where we could be alone in the back of the restaurant. People whispered and watched us, but let him have his privacy. The room was dark, and the tables had candles and white table clothes. Dean Martin sang in the background.
“What were you saying to Giovanni?” I asked as Alex pulled out my chair for me.
I took off my coat, getting overheated. I loved that Alex couldn’t take his eyes off of my breasts.
“He wanted to know who you were. He thinks you’re beautiful, with that fiery red hair.”
“I’m sure he is used to Jade being here with you.”
Alex looked at me seriously and said, “No, I’ve never brought her here. She doesn’t eat Italian food, and I only bring very special people to Giovanni’s.” He winked at me and once again the heat crawled up my cheeks.
“Giovanni is a great guy, and I’ve known him forever. My parents used to bring me in here when I was a boy. This was our restaurant every Sunday.” said Alex.
The waiter came over and Alex ordered us a bottle of wine, and we talked more.
He told me about his mom and dad and how they were so in love, they died a year apart. His father was the first to go, dying of cancer at sixty. A year later, his mom died of a heart attack. He said his mom died of a broken heart. She never got over his dad’s death. I tried to change the subject before we got in another discussion about my childhood. I asked him what was good to eat.
“Ever since my time in Italy, I developed a very keen taste for pasta, and this is the place that makes it like they do over there. That, and of course, there was yours,” he said.
“Oh, that’s right. You ate the whole pot. Even in that disgusting, dirty trailer, you still ate my spaghetti. Was it good or were you just being nice? I can’t imagine it being edible,” I said.
The waiter brought over a very expensive bottle of wine. I watched Alex take a sip and swirl it around on his tongue.
“How is that sir?” the waiter asked, waiting for Alex’s approval.
“That is just fine. Very good,” he said.
The waiter poured more into his glass and some into mine. Alex swirled the wine around his glass to let it breathe. The waiter took our order, and I decided to have what Alex was having.
“Back to the pasta, Prudence. It was delicious. You need to make it again for me,” he said.
I liked the sound of that, nothing like a bowl of pasta after sheet-ripping sex.
“An old Italian woman that lived next to us showed me how to make the sauce. I never forgot how she did it and I’m so glad she took the time. She saw me one night sitting outside on a stoop eating chips. She invited me over for dinner and did it every week. It was the only time I had a real meal. She always said the key to good sauce is in the olive oil and how long you cook it. That night I made it for you; she gave me the ingredients. I hated when she moved away.”
After every sip, he licked his lips. The sight of his tongue left goose bumps up and down my arms. I don’t know if he was doing it on purpose, or if it was a habit. I couldn’t help but think about his tongue drenched in wine and how good it would taste in my mouth.
“Say something to me in Italian, Alex,” I said, not knowing if I could take it. I might lose control right in the restaurant and rip his pants off.
“Lei è una bella donna e mi piace la vostra azienda,” he said, smiling. I studied him and looked at the outline of his stubble. I could only imagine it burning the skin of my most intimate parts.
“What does that mean?” I asked feeling myself get wet, just a little.
“It means you are a beautiful woman, and I enjoy your company.”
I was speechless for a while. The thought of him speaking Italian, as I rode him into the sunset crossed my mind. Everything he did and said to me, was the sexiest thing ever. I would be glad to make sure he enjoyed my company.
When our pasta came, watching him eat made every nerve in me come alive. Something I noticed about Alex, working on his campaign, is he did everything to the extreme. There was no middle of the road for him and that included the way he ate. It made me think that was what he was like in bed, as well. He ripped his bread apart, scooped up the sauce on his plate, and enjoyed every bite. He knew how to spin the pasta on his spoon and not get any on his face. I worked my magic as well trying to get him hot and bothered, tearing my piece of bread in little bites slowly putting it in my mouth. He looked out of sorts with me as I licked my fingers and closed my eyes. This is something I had never done before.
“You should not do that with me,” he said with a serious expression.
“Why, does it bother you?” I asked smirking at him. I looked directly in his eye as I continued to do it.
“It is very, oh, I don’t know, hot, and it is making me uncomfortable,” he said.
“Uncomfortable, how?” I smiled at him, remembering how hard he had been earlier.
“We can’t do this tonight, Prudence. We have to take this slow and easy,” he whispered looking around. No one bothered us way in the back, in the dark restaurant. Giovanni had kept most of the people away from interrupting us.
“I can take you slow and easy. I can take every inch of you slow and easy, Alex,” I whispered licking my fingers as I bore into his eyes. For a second, he said nothing and closed his eyes.
“You still remind me of that little girl in Ohio. I need time to get past that. It is still,” he paused, “uncomfortable,” he whispered.
“I told you before Alex, I’m not her anymore. I’m a woman. A woman that’s soft, wet, and aching for you. I just want to take you home and enjoy you and you can enjoy me,” I said as I wiggled in my chair trying to stop the steady throbbing between my legs.
The waiter came by to see if we needed anything else.
“Just the check, please,” he said not taking his eyes off me.
Chapter Six
As we made our way out of the overly crowded restaurant, he stood behind me. He pushed himself up against me and I gasped. The sensation of his hard cock pressed against my ass was spine tingling. During the few minutes we waited to get out, I felt him up against me. Knowing he was doing that to me in a public place was so seductive. It was so crowded and dark, no one noticed him so close to me. No one knew but the two of us. We made our way out, without anyone stopping us, ducked into the car and headed down the road. He drove slowly up to the light changing to red.
Once in the privacy of his Maserati, and away from anyone seeing us, I reached over and kissed him. His thumb traced my check and his fingers laced around my neck.
“You are beautiful and it drives me crazy?” He looked sleepy. His eyes seemed to penetrate my soul as he stared at me. He kissed me again, and I licked his mouth and b
it his lower lip.
“You are beautiful too, Alex, even with that black eye.” I leaned over closer to him and kissed his eye with a feathery kiss. The light changed, but he continued to sit there since there was no traffic. He grabbed my head and kissed me on the mouth again. My breasts begged for his touch as my heart raced and my face flushed. A car pulled up behind us and honked its horn. Alex stepped on the gas as we headed down the road.
“You still want to take this slow and easy?” I asked. I was so ready to give this man my body. He was so hard, and big, and I stroked the outline of his wonderful cock through his pants while he drove.
“Good God, what have you done to me, Prudence? I’m unhinged when I’m with you.”
“I haven’t done anything yet, but I intend to do many things to you, Alex,” I said, as I kept my hand on him. I imagined how perfect and gorgeous his cock must look inside his pants and how good it would taste in my mouth.
He drove to my condo, and I felt that once we were in the privacy of my home, things would happen. I had to have him in my bed and inside of me.
“Sit down and relax, Alex,” I said, pointing to the couch when we walked in. We both took off our coats and threw them on the back of a chair.
He took off his big watch and set it on the coffee table along with his wallet, cell phone and keys. I found it so sexy every time he took off his watch.
“Can I get you more wine?”
“Sure,” he said, sitting. I put Bocelli on low and opened my favorite sparkling wine from Napa.
“You listen to Bocelli?” he asked as he took the glass of wine from me. His fingers brushed mine. I felt electricity shoot through my arm.
“I love him. His voice is so soothing and sensual,” I said, turning on the gas fireplace. When I sat next to him, I felt his heat coming off his body.
He took a sip of wine and set it on the table in front of us. I did the same. Within seconds, he pulled me into a kiss.
I stroked his face and heard him groan.
“Alex,” I whispered in his ear.
“Oh Christ, Prudence,” he moaned. I felt him push his hard cock up to me. He ran his hands along my back and along my hips. His hands moved across my burning body, even through my clothes, they were hot. My hands touched his chest and stomach. His muscles, strained, solid, and perfect.
“Alex, let’s go to my bedroom. I want you,” I sighed, grinding into his hardness. His erection made me yearn for him to touch me naked. He sat up and I lowered my body onto his and straddled him. He held my butt, kissing my neck and working his way to my breasts. He unbuttoned my blouse while he looked into my eyes. My shirt was open, my breasts swollen and heavy, pushing out of my bra. My hands stroked his face, kissing him in between his attention to my breasts. I couldn’t get enough of him. I wanted all of him.
“I love how you taste. I have craved you so much I thought I would go insane, Prudence,” he said breathlessly.
“I haven’t been able to do anything but think of you, Alex.” I gasped as his hand found my aching sex. He caressed me and rubbed me through my jeans as my body trembled. I wanted and needed that gorgeous Alex cock thrusting in me.
“Oh God, come on, Alex let’s go back to my room.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck as he buried his face into the middle of my breasts. I could’ve let my entire body lose control right then and there. I was on the verge of coming, and I wasn’t even naked. He had his hands under my shirt and unhooked my bra. His hands found their way around to my breasts, onto my hardened nipples. I let my shirt fall off my shoulders, and my bra came off along with it. I wanted to be naked with this man as his hands slid from my back to my hips, and my ass again. God, he would be amazing in bed. The nerves in my body were on high alert as his thumbs brushed my nipples. Everything awakened in my body. He let his mouth trail soft kisses down my neck over the peaks of my breast and to my nipples. He latched on one and sucked gently. All at once, he pulled me down and I lay across him. He unbuttoned my jeans with little effort and slid his hand in the front. I nearly stopped breathing. His hand slipped under my lacy thong until he found my clit. His thumb pressed lightly as my clit throbbed against it.
“You’re wet for me. Jesus, Prudence, you are drenched and so bare and soft.” He started to slip one of his fingers inside me, but stopped.
“Prudence, we have to stop, baby. I can’t do this,” he said, taking his hand out and resting it on my hip.
“No, Alex, we don’t need to stop. I’m fine with this,” I said, my eyes closed lustily. I put my arms in front of me to cover my bare breasts as I sat up and moved off of him.
“Prudence, I want you so badly it hurts. But I need more time.”
“What’s wrong? You cannot possibly see me as sixteen now,” I said.
“I can’t do this, Prudence. Not now. I’m sorry. This is not right. It is way too soon to be doing these things to you. You are one of the most stunning women I have ever seen or touched. You are perfect in every way, but I can’t. I need you to understand, it has nothing to do with you. Prudence, you are beyond sexy; I just need more time.”
I got up off him, pulled my shirt back on, and buttoned my jeans. I sat on the couch and watched him put himself back together, neither of us saying a word. He picked up his coat, got his keys, put on his watch, and headed for the door.
“Can you kiss me goodbye before you leave at least?” I asked. His back was to me.
“If I kiss you again, we will end up where we were.” He didn’t turn around.
“Then don’t stop Alex. You can’t leave when it felt so perfect between us.”
“I can’t, Prudence. I’m sorry,” he said, as he grabbed the doorknob. He hesitated before turning the handle and walked out without looking back at me. The front door shut, echoing throughout my condo. I heard his car start, and he peeled out of the driveway. I sat in shock and disbelief. My heart and body ached for Alex Conrad.
I curled up on my couch. I hugged my knees to my chest, trying to hold in the tears and sadness. But I couldn’t hold back anymore and cried my eyes out. I picked up my phone and called Thomas. He always comforted me.
“Hey sweetie,” he yelled over the thumping dance music. He was out. I didn’t want to ruin his night, but I had to speak to him.
“Thomas, I need you. Can you come over here?”
“What’s wrong, honey?” he yelled into the phone.
“I can’t tell you over the phone. I just need to talk to you,” I said.
“I’ll be right there. Give me a few minutes.”
I ended the call and cried into my pillows smearing makeup everywhere. If there was another man besides Alex, Thomas was the one. Right now, I needed talk to him.
Not more than twenty minutes later Thomas knocked on the front door. I opened it and ran into his arms. He was dressed for the club and I felt awful for tearing him away from his night out.
“I am so sorry to take you away from your night out,” I said, rubbing my dripping nose.
He held me tight in his muscular arms and told me to shut up because nothing was as important as me.
“What is wrong, honey? Why are you so upset?”
We went into the living room and sat on the couch. Alex’s scent still lingered in the air making it harder to concentrate.
“I went out with Alex tonight,” I said. I didn’t want to look at him when I told him because I knew he was going to be angry.
“What the hell? Why wasn’t I informed of this rendezvous?” he asked, holding me in his arms and rubbing my head.
“I didn’t tell anyone, Thomas.”
“Was he a pig? I will go crazy if he hurt you,” he said.
“No, it was nothing like that. I wanted him. We were all over each other, Thomas and practically naked, kissing and touching,” I couldn’t go on and started crying again.
“Did you screw him?” He asked, holding me against his big burly chest as I got his t-shirt wet with my tears.
“No, we would hav
e if he didn’t stop. My breasts were out; he had his hand in my pants that’s all. Then he said he couldn’t keep going, and he left. Is it me?” I asked, starting to cry harder.
“Are you nuts? I’m as gay as the day is long, and your breasts are to die for. That little get up you got on right now, is turning me on a bit. If you looked like that in front of him, and he didn’t go for it, I may have to think he might be on my side,” he said.
Just then I noticed I hadn’t put my bra back on or buttoned up my shirt. Thomas must think I’m a total skank.
“I mean please, Prude. You’re perfect. Maybe you were too aggressive, and he couldn’t handle it? Tell me one thing; is he huge? You can tell me later after you settle down, but please tell me.”
I hugged him around his waist, and he patted my head again as I sniffled.
“Shut up, Thomas, how could you ask me that at a time like this? And yes, he’s huge if you must know.”
“I could tell by looking at him. I want details and possible inches after you are better.” I couldn’t help but smile. Thomas always made me better. I pulled away from him so I could see his eyes.
“I didn’t get that far to see. I mean, I sized it up through his jeans. I’m sorry I ruined your night, Thomas. I had to call you. I had no one else to tell.” I had a handful of friends, and my best girlfriend and roommate lived in Oregon. I had not seen her in ages, and I couldn’t call her over something like this. And, Veena, my best friend, was on a different level.
“I would’ve been pissed if you didn’t call me. I’m pissed that you didn’t tell me this last week. I had a hunch it was Conrad. I knew you had a thing for him, and you kept saying no. Don’t worry about Bruce. He is not going anywhere. He knows where the good sex is, and it is with me, honey. He also knows that you are important to me. When you need me, everything else comes to a stop unless we are of course, right in the middle of it,” he smiled.
“I love you,” I said, as he held me close again.
“I love you, sweetie. Remember that when you are being bitchy at work and getting me in trouble with your new BFF, the Snake Lady.” He laughed. I snuggled up next to him. I let myself drift off to sleep after talking and laughing. He must have left sometime in the early morning because when I woke I was still on the couch, covered up and I found a note that said,