She slowly, painfully slide herself onto me. I leaned into her cleavage and tried not to faint. I gasped and grabbed hold of her ass with both hands. She let me and I used the leverage to push her down. She ground herself against my pelvis and moaned. I could feel myself twitching inside of her and lost in the reverie I started moving my hips slowly, circling inside of her. I hissed out her name when she bucked against me. She was so tight. Damn I hope I can last.
Kerry began sliding herself up and down. She was moaning and every so often she’d let out an “Oh God!” or a “Luca!” I couldn’t resist those dark nipples any longer. As she rode me, I sucked one of them into my mouth and began swirling my tongue all around it. She has the most gorgeous, big, hard nipples. A man could make a meal out of them. I sucked and licked and even nibbled, watching her throw her head back and listening to her make sexy noises. The whole while she didn’t miss a beat…up and down on my cock. I switched to the other side and slid my fingers down to find her clit. She cried out then…loudly. Her clit was swollen and I played with it and pinched it as her movements on top of me became more frenetic.
“Oh my God Luca! Oh baby! That feels so good.”
I was ready to come. I couldn’t take it any longer. I put my hands back on her hips and led her up and down, harder, faster…both of us were moaning and sweat was dripping off of her sexy, golden skin. I wanted her to give me everything.
“Luuucaaa! I’m coming…”
“Me too baby! Come with me…”
We both tipped over at the same time. I shuddered violently emptying myself into her, willing my cum to give her our baby. She clung to my hair, my face buried between her breasts. Our bodies went rigid and still as the orgasm ripped through us.
For a few moments after we sat there together shaking and trying to breathe. I found her ear with my lips just as I was recovered enough to speak. “I love you, Kerry. God, I’m so happy I found you!”
I felt her shiver against me, murmuring my name. “I love you too, and I’m deliriously happy you found me…I have a secret to tell you Luca.”
“A secret? I thought we didn’t have secrets.”
“We don’t, that’s why I’m going to tell you. I only found out this morning.”
“What is it?”
She pulled her head up and looked at me. God, she’s all mine. The next words out of her pretty mouth made my life complete. “We’re going to have a baby!”
THE END
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Falling For You
Copyright © 2016 All rights reserved.
SAMANTHA
Café Florian serves one of my favorite espresso drinks in the world, but that’s not the main reason I come here and it’s not why I came here tonight. Tonight I needed a beer and maybe a scoop of the lemon gelato. I know that doesn’t sound like it goes together, but trust me. It’s better than a valium when it comes to easing a frustrated soul.
Besides, when my friend Terese called today to see if I wanted to get together for a drink I was at work. Café Florian is located in the heart of Venice, in San Marco Plaza. It was convenient to my work and to Terese’s flat. I sat there now sipping my beer, savoring my gelato and letting the carefree, no rush atmosphere soothe my soul.
“So what’s got you so worked up?” Terese asked me, her curly black hair looking more harried than usual. Teresa had that simple Italian beauty. She was stylish and understated in a chic way.
“It’s Alexander. He’s driving me crazy!” Alexander Barone is my boss. He’s rich, gorgeous, sophisticated and way too fucking intense. At work I call him “Mr.” Barone. Behind his back I call him Alexander…or Alex when I’m feeling really defiant.
“What did he do now?” Terese was aware of my issues with Alex. It was one of the things she had to listen to me bitch about on a routine basis.
“Nothing specific,” I said. “It’s just that he’s so freaking intense and serious about everything that it makes me feel so anxious and pressured all the time. The smallest things get me all worked up inside because I worry about how Alex is going to react to it. And then the worst part is that he never reacts. I mean, he’s got two looks. One is smoldering intensity and the other is smoldering lust.” I took a long swig from my beer. It felt good sliding down my throat as it washed down the creamy gelato.
“Maybe you should just fuck him,” Terese said with a grin and a shrug. I nearly choked on my gelato as I quickly peered around to see if anyone had heard. The patrons in the dark cafe seemed to be completely engrossed in their own world.
“Have you lost your mind Teresa? Just fuck him?” I mimicked her shrug and we both giggled.
“That’s what he wants, right? Maybe if you just give it up already, he’ll relax and the tension will be gone. You two can work out all those unspoken issues in the bedroom, no?”
I laughed. “It’s not going to happen. I don’t care if he’s always gotten what he wants since he was two years old. He’s not getting me.”
I got the job as Alex’s personal assistant three months ago. I remember how nervous I was the day I walked into the interview and saw him. I’m not sure what I expected, but the Adonis in the black silk shirt and smoke gray trousers was not it. His jacket lay draped over the arm of the chair next to him. His gray silk tie lay on top of it. He’d stripped out of most of his business attire and he still looked like a million bucks. The black shirt looked like it would melt if you touched it and he had the top two buttons undone…just enough to tease at a tiny little patch of black hair on his chest. And speaking of his chest…The silk of that soft-looking shirt stretched across muscles that were so well-defined and taut that I could see the perfect shape of them each time he moved…even slightly. He had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his forearms looked nicer than most men’s biceps.
As if that perfect body wasn’t enough, he had the kind of face that would stop you in your tracks. I could tell right away that he was used to it…the sudden pause in a person’s speech or natural expression when they looked his way. His dark blue eyes were so incredibly intense. They were the color of the ocean…but during a storm. His hair was the color of rich chocolate and looked tousled like he’d just crawled out of bed after having a wild, passionate night and gone to work. High Italian cheekbones and an angular jaw and olive complexion covered with just a brush of dark stubble completed the picture. What woman wouldn’t want him?
When I walked in that day his eyes had lingered on my body just a little too long. Then he’d brought them up to my lips and left them there long enough to send a rush of heat through me. Once his eyes met mine his demeanor was cool and composed where as I felt like my body was filled with molten hot lava and I could barely focus.Italian men...
I pulled myself together however when he began to interview me. No one could ever say that appreciative glance he gave me or any of the long, hot looks he has given me every day since had gotten me this job. His interview questions were appropriate and tough and I left there that day knowing that I’d aced the interview. Whether it was enough to impress him? Who knew. This job was a stepping stone in the plan I’ve laid out for my life. It doesn’t matter how sexy he is, or how much he might want me. I don’t have time to get involved with men, not even rich, gorgeous blue-eyed, Italian men. Besides, Alex is much too intense for me. I’d never date him. I know when to be serious and I do it well when I have to… no matter how hard it is to breath around him.
“He can have me,” Teresa said brushing aside a strand of her long hair. “You know…if that would help you.” She was grinning and her dark eyes danced mischievously. I knew she was only kidding. Terese had her own man, an American working in Italy that had recently swept her off her feet. No doubt one of the many suitors that had clamored to win her heart.
“You can have him,” I said lying. “I’m not so sure how Steve would feel about it though.”
She grinned and raised an eyebrow and said, “You know I adore Steve. But when it comes to one
hot night with Alex Barone…maybe he could be on The List.”
“The List?” I asked, laughing.
“Yeah, you know the list of doable celebrities that is approved by your significant other in case said celebrity ever shows up in your life… The List.”
I was cracking up. “So you think of Alex as a celebrity? I’m sure he would love to know that. It would feed his already over-inflated ego.”
“He’s hot, he’s rich and he’s untouchable. That’s what it takes to qualify for The List.”
“So who else is on the list?”
“Brad Pitt, Denzel Washington, Shemar Moore, Russell Brand…”
“Russell Brand? Really?”
“Oh definitely. On the surface he’s just okay, but then he opens his mouth and talks with that delicious accent and mm…mm…mm!!”
Smiling and shaking my head at her I said, “So the accent is part of the picture?”
“You know it is Sam,” she said, emptying her glass. “Come on, no matter how frustrating your boss is, I know that you have to see how incredibly hot he is and you have to admit that part of the whole package is the way his speech is perfectly American until he begins talking in Italian and then all of a sudden the Latin God in him is coming out all over the place.”
I shrugged, feigning nonchalance. The truth was that she was 100% correct. I loved it when he spoke Italian. But, I don’t have time for lusting after men at this point in my life. I’d saved what money my parents had scraped together for me while I was growing up instead of partying it all away while I was in school, and I also saved the portion of my grandfather’s insurance I’d received when he passed away last year. I always promised him that I was going to be someone he was proud of. He used to laugh and tell me that he was proud of me for just being me. But I adored him and I knew intelligence and hard work impressed him and up to the point when he died, I hadn’t really been using my intelligence or working hard.
I’ve changed my life and I plan on changing it even more. I would be using that money as soon as I’m out of school to start my own business. I wasn’t going to need a rich man thinking I need him to take care of me. I am quite capable of doing that myself. All I needed from Alex is a few months of experience working for his and his business partner Luca’s company and by the time I finished school, I’d be ready to fund my own startup.
I had a plan when I took the job, get in…get the experience…and get out. If I started messing with the boss, it would get messier than just my day job. I could put everything I’d worked for at risk. I don’t like messy, especially when it comes to my life. I had enough of that in my life. I left it all behind in the states before I came here and I do not intend for history to repeat itself.
“Has he frightened off any more guys lately?” Terese asked me, still talking about Alex. I motioned to the waitress to request two more beers.
“I told you about the courier, but I don’t think I told you about poor Kevin from accounting, did I?” He’d walked in one day while the courier was asking me about my “situation.” Alex had laughed, out loud, his eyes narrowing on the courier. The poor kid tucked his tail and ran and Alex went into his office and shut his door like nothing had happened.
Terese leaned in on her elbows, her eyes glowing with curiosity. “No, you did not tell me about Kevin! You’ve been holding out. You have the best stories.” With a laugh I let my mind drift back a few weeks ago to the day Alex caught Kevin flirting with me.
“I’ve mentioned Kevin to you though, right? He’s had a pretty big crush on me since I started working there. He’s harmless though. He just does things like hover a bit too long or he thinks of reasons to show up at my office door several times a day.”
“Yeah, I remember you talking about him,” Terese said. The waitress brought our drinks then and I signed for the charge and went on.
“Kevin is a nice looking man. He’s not my specific type, but if I were dating, I would file him under the “definitely maybe” category. When he was in my office the other day he spent about twenty minutes just making small talk with me. Finally he blurted out,“Everyone is going out for drinks today after work. Will you be there?” I casually just said,“No, I have a lot to do today. Maybe another time,” He looked so disappointed that I really felt bad for him. But, I didn’t want to give him any ideas that I’m going to have to try and change later on…you know?”
“Yep,” Terese said, taking another long pull off her beer. “So then what happened?”
I smiled. Sometimes she’s like a child with a bedtime story. “He left the office and I turned around and Alex was there, just listening in his doorway. When our eyes met, he smirked. I didn’t know what to say and he was just looking at me with that intense gaze of his. Finally I started to apologize. Thinking back, I have no idea for what.”
“I’m sorry Mr. Barone. I was…”He didn’t let me finish. He lifted his palm at me! I fucking hate when he does that Teresa! Like he thinks what he has to say is so fucking much more important than what anyone else might. I bit my irritation back though. I think I hid it well. Then he says,“No need Ms. Dina…”with a chuckle, no less, “Kevin didn’t stand a chance. He wouldn’t know what a woman like you needs,”and he stared at my lips and face again. One second he was that smoldering hot human being and the next he was back to the ice statue, completely masked off! It seriously annoyed me for him to assume he knew anything about me on a personal level.” I chucked. “ I couldn’t resist it so... I asked him what he thought I needed.”
“You did not! You… challenged him?” Teresa’s eyebrow pulled up.
“I did,” I said, making a face. “I couldn’t believe it but I was tired of being pushed around. If he was so damn confident then I needed to know why.”
“Oh my God! What did he do?”
“He stood there for a few seconds and watched me. I swear Teresa I almost caught fire! I could feel his eyes... touching me. Then he came over to my desk and leaned down close to my ear. I was being stubborn, so as much as I wanted to move away from him, I didn’t. I wanted him to see he didn’t have any effect on me dammit…” Terese laughed nodding.
“So anyways, he had his mouth so close to my ear that I could feel... the heat off him, you know? And how deep and sexy his voice is up close. And boy did he… smell good. He said, “What you need is a real man to give you what you read about in those books you have tucked under your desk.” Teresa’s eyes widened and she squealed.
“Sam! He saw your stash?!” Her hands were clasped to her cheeks and I shied away, feeling caught all over again. She squealed again. “Oh darling, you’re fucked!” A few patrons looked towards us and I hushed her as we both tried to mute our giggling.
“I know! He was back in his office before I could even breathe.”
“So? What did you say to that?”
“Nothing,” I said, shaking my head. “He’s a narcissistic man. A few more weeks and I’ll be ready to get out of there and he can flirt with the next assistant all he wants.”
“You’ll recommend me then, right?” Terese asked with a grin. I just shook my head at her. She’s too much.
* * *
After I finished my beer and said goodbye to Teresa, I started out towards my flat. I circled around the outside edges of the plaza and turned into a narrow alleyway that leads up to my building from behind. The vines that crawled up to the window sills from the ground and the crumbling bricks and plaster that envelope the old stone buildings look so romantic to me in the moonlight. Terese doesn’t like that I use the alley. Her argument against it is that it’s poorly lit and the pavement is uneven. She doesn’t hesitate to tell me how I could get attacked or even trip and break my neck. She has such a sunny disposition that one.
I was nearly to the end of the dark alley when I heard men’s voices talking and laughing. I could make out a few large silhouettes in one of the doorway arches and I froze. One of the men, a tall Italian with a scar running down the center of his right cheek not
iced me and stepped out and towards me with a nod. Unflinching and unblinking, he blocked my path. He looked at me and licked his lips.
“Hey,” he told the others, “Lookie here. Bella ragazza...”
Is this them? Did they find me? Jesus, my chest hurts all of a sudden… Oh God. I can’t breathe!
“You wanna party baby? I like chocolate…” Did he really just say that to me? Fearing the worst case scenario, I put my head down and continued to trudge on through. I could hear whistles and calls behind me…they were following me…and then all of a sudden they went silent. I heard a familiar voice near them.
“One more word out of any of you and you’ll be eating teeth.” A string of Italian insults punctuated his meaning.
“Alex….” I breathed taking in his silhouette in the arch of light behind him. I knew it was him by the way his hair flopped absently to the side, framing his strong jawline. What the hell is he doing here? I’m sure he could more than hold his own in a fair fight, but what if one of these losers has a knife…or a gun?
Alex was staring at the largest of the four men. As intense as he always was, I’d never seen a stare like the one he was giving the Italian man. His handsome features actually looked scary, framed in sharp angles against the light. He said something to them in Italian again and with what looked like fear in their eyes, they ran off tripping over the cobbled street.
I could hardly breathe as he moved closer to me. I suddenly wondered what Alex had been doing there in the first place.
“Were you following me?” I asked him, my voice shaking. He looked so tall and roguish in his all black slacks and leather jacket. Dammit how did he manage to look just as handsome in a suit as he did casually?
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