“Sure” seemed to be the only thing I could get out.
After a dinner where I learnt about his interests in art and travel, and that he was basically Mister Dream Man, he stood up and held out his hand. I took it and he led me out of the restaurant’s patio doors that led out to the beach.
It was early evening and I could see couples strolling along the beach. A clear night sky with a cool breeze and a handsome guy holding my hand, I felt a smile form on my face.
Davide had managed to grab a bottle of white wine from the restaurant and he led me to one of the cabanas on the beach.
“In all my fore-planning I forgot the glasses,” he said with a self deprecating smile.
“No problem, we can always drink from the bottle.”
He nodded, “So what do you do Lori?” We had somehow managed to avoid the basics during dinner, focusing rather on hobbies.
“I’m a trainee in a law firm in the US.”
“Wow, a lawyer. I got a book of lawyer jokes once as a gift and now I wish I’d bothered to go through it.” he laughed.
‘Don’t even! I’m pretty sure I know all lawyer jokes, so spare me please. Else I’ll take away your wine drinking privileges.” I took a gulp of the wine. Something dry yet fruity, yum. I was going to have to be careful with the drinking.
“So do you enjoy the hotel business?” I asked taking a second gulp. I guess I’d already forgotten the ‘be careful with the wine’ rule.
“It’s ok. Not my first career choice but it pays well and it’s fun most of the time.”
“And you come from Barcelona?”
“No actually I’m from Naples.”
“Oh wow,” I said remembering the book I was reading. He looked at me knowingly but said nothing.
“Are you going to give me a sip of the wine or have you decided to keep it all to yourself?”
I blushed again, this time happy he couldn’t see it in the dark. I leaned in to give him the bottle and felt his fingers brush over mine. I’d always heard of women claiming to feel a jolt of electricity at a moment such as this but I thought it was just some bullcrap romance authors loved to feed the masses. I wouldn’t say I felt the jolt, but I felt something.
Before I could pull my hand away, Davide held it and linked out fingers together pulling me closer. This was not going my way. Well, it kinda was, but I wanted to be in control and I clearly wasn’t. Davide raised our joint hands and placed a kiss in the middle of my palm. This time I definitely felt a zing. Straight to my core.
Definitely not going the way I planned. What exactly had I planned? To seduce this Adonis and walk away unscathed? I sighed in frustration. Which unfortunately Davide took to mean I enjoyed his lips moving across my palm. He leaned in and placed a kiss on my shoulder.
“God, you smell so fucking good,” he groaned.
I shivered and leaned in closer. Seemed my body had already decided on the one night stand before my mind could argue. This must have encouraged Davide because he gave up the long path up my arm and went straight for my lips.
He licked my bottom lip, catching it between his teeth. “You are so gorgeous,” he whispered. I seemed to have lost my vocal cords as I could only sigh in response. He leaned in some more and initiated the slowest, sweetest kiss I’d ever experienced.
I’d taken him for the rough kind of guy but clearly there was more to Davide than I’d initially imagined. His hands started their journey towards my breasts and I heard myself moaning in anticipation. When his thumb ran over my nipple, I gasped and finally woke up from my haze. Tearing my lips from his, I looked at his startled gaze in the darkness.
“I’m sorry, I have to go.” I stood up and all but ran towards the hotel.
In my hurry to get to my hotel room I almost bumped into Macy rounding the corner.
“You actually left me in to sleep in all day! I could have had alcohol poiso… wait what’s going on?” Macy seemed to finally notice my slightly askew clothes and very guilty face. She narrowed her eyes, “This is interesting, I take it from the silence that Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome is to blame for your new look?” she said raising an eyebrow.
There was no getting past her. She was like a hawk when she smelled a secret. “Ok, I’ll tell you everything, even though there’s nothing to tell,” I said pulling her towards my room. I slid the key card in and headed straight towards the mini bar. This holiday was turning me into an alcoholic.
I handed Macy a beer and sat cross legged on the bed. “First some liquid courage before I get into it,” I said taking a large gulp. “Ok, so I had dinner with Davide and we made out… well, almost made out, he kissed me and I ran out of there like a crazy person. He must think I’m a wacko.”
Macy laughed so hard she spilled some beer on the white duvet. “You have to start from the beginning. I take it you’re into him? So why aren’t you somewhere screwing him six ways from Sunday?”
“Because I’m still not sure I want to. Oh who am I kidding? I want to!”
Macy cocked an eyebrow. I hated when she did that.
“Ok, so I guess I’m on board with this one night stand thing. It’s been too long and he’s too good looking to pass up. Are you happy now?”
“Ecstatic!” said Macy taking a sip of her beer and wincing. “I probably should kill off one hangover before I start on another one.” She placed the beer on the table and leveled her green eyed stare at me. “Listen, you’re not the first woman in the world to have a one night stand, neither will the world end because a control freak lost control and got freaky,” she burst out laughing again this time stopping abruptly to rub her temples. Thank God for hangovers. I couldn’t resist a smile though.
“Alright Macy the one night stand guru. I’m on board, but that doesn’t mean he still is. You should have seen how fast I ran from him. He probably thinks I’m a prude or something.”
“Do this, wait for his next move. If he’s still interested, show him how not-a-prude you are,” she said this wiggling her eyebrows.
I decided to put a plan in place. ‘Operation get the hottie manager in bed’ was now in full swing.
CHAPTER FOUR
A knock on the door woke me up. Clearly I’d forgotten to put the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the door. I put on the unflattering hotel gown and ambled towards the door.
“Buenos Dias Señorita, Señor Valenti sent this up for you,” said the guy in a hotel uniform handing me a white envelope. I thanked him and closed the door.
Inside the envelope was a hand written note on white paper with the hotel logo.
Lori, I hope I didn’t scare you off last night. I’m sorry if I did. I was hoping you could join me in the private dining room for breakfast. I need to apologize in person.
- Davide.
Finally things were going my way.
I took a quick shower and put on a long flowy white sundress. It was cut low on a V so I knew I’d be giving Davide an eyeful. I was hoping he was a breast man because while my c-cup was my best asset, my ass was nothing to write home about. I combed my hair and put it up in a somewhat messy bun. A bit of make-up, some loop earrings and I was ready to go.
I knocked on Macy’s door and was surprised to find her awake.
“I was just about to come wake you, Cindy called and said that we were welcome to join Tom and her for breakfast.” Said a hurried Macy as she tried to comb her unruly red hair and slip on some flip flops at the same time.
“I’ll have to decline, I’m meeting Davide for breakfast.”
“Oh my God! That was fast you wench!” she exclaimed momentarily forgetting her dual task. I smiled and waved, “I’ll tell you all about it later.”
“You better!” she shouted as I closed the door.
I found the private dining room with little trouble. It was small but expensively furnished. The table had already been set and Davide was standing near the window a phone balanced between his ear and shoulder. I took a minute to admire his silhouette. Today he was dressed in bl
ack formal pants and a blue dress shirt, yet again rolled at the sleeves. The door closing announced my arrival and he turned.
My mouth went instantly dry. Seriously unfair for anyone to be this good looking. He smiled and waved for me to go ahead and take a seat. The blue shirt had turned his eyes a shade of blue and his shirt was open at the collar giving me a glimpse of tan skin. I was leisurely checking out the rest of him when I realized he was done with the phone call and I still hadn’t sat down. I looked up to find him studying me, a small smile on his lips.
“It’s going to be really hard to apologize if you keep looking at me like that,” he smiled, this time a full on the lips, blind-them-with-my-colgatey-white-teeth kind of smile.
I found myself returning the smile, and unapologetically letting my eyes roam his body again. “Maybe I don’t want you to apologize. Maybe I want you to continue where you left off.”
He let out a harsh breath and stalked towards me. Yes, stalked, like a tiger on the prowl. The feral way he moved meant one thing…”
Before I could complete the thought, he had me on my back and on the table. I vaguely registered movement before his mouth was on mine. Hungry, searching, giving, taking. It was more than my brain cells could handle. His hand on my calf started to move up my thigh. I could feel his growing erection on my other thigh and I immediately wanted it where it counted.
His hand had by now reached its intended destination. I felt his finger on my panty covered clit. He rubbed it once and I felt pleasure so intense my brain short circuited. I had not had sex in months. Well, if you didn’t count the purple dildo I kept hidden in my bedside drawer. And as much as I loved Jake, (yes, I’d named my dildo) he had nothing on what Davide was doing to me.
“Are you wet for me Lori? Or do you want me to find out?” he asked grinding his now enormous erection on my thigh. I could only moan in response. When did I get so loud?
“I think you want me to find out,” he whispered in my ear at the same time moving my panties to the side and shoving two thick fingers inside me. I almost fell of the table from the pleasure. His thumb continued rubbing my clit and I started writhing in pleasure.
“Oh my God, oh God..” no other words seemed to be forming as I felt myself moving towards a fast climax. With his other hand, Davide moved the top of my dress to the side revealing a puckered nipple. He took it in his mouth and hummed deep in his throat. Definitely a breasts guy. Score.
“Fuck, I need to be inside you Lori, you’re so fucking wet.” He growled and increased the pressure on my clit. I came with a scream, back arching from the table in pleasure. A few seconds later I opened my eyes to find him licking his fingers. “Just as sweet as I’d imagined,” he said, and my pussy spasmed just from the thought of my taste on his lips.
That’s when I noticed the cutlery digging into my back, “ouch” I whined standing up and straightening my dress. Davide looked at me warily as if expecting me to bolt again. “That was phenomenal,” I said moving towards him and resting my hand on his erection. “I think I should help you take care of this, but definitely in a much more comfortable place.”
He smiled and leaned in to kiss me. I loved tasting myself on his lips and ground my lower body closer to his.
“If we don’t move now I’m going to come in my trousers and we both don’t want that,” he said with a smile dragging me out the door. Somehow the thought of him losing control like that made me wetter. We rushed towards the elevators hoping no one could see us. It was one thing to lose all my inhibitions but I wasn’t going to announce to the entire hotel that I was about to screw the manager.
We ended up kissing in the elevator and in the hallway and I found myself hoping there were no cameras documenting our sexscapade.
Once in the room, I removed my dress and dropped it on the floor. Seemed that once I had agreed to this one night stand deal, all my inhibitions had completely deserted me.
“You.are.so.freaking.hot,” said Davide, punctuating each word with a kiss on my lips. He moved an inch to remove his shirt and I was momentarily blinded. He seemed to keep doing that to me. Sculpted muscles that indicated a gym addiction. But not body builder big, just toned enough, as if he complimented the gym with a sport. His abs were a work of art, and I couldn’t resist kneeling down to kiss his stomach. Which brought me at eye level with his cock.
I opened his trousers, pulled down his briefs and felt my mouth salivate at the sight in front of me. I brought out my tongue, dying for a taste and licked the broad head eliciting a groan from him. I did it a second time… and a third until he wound his fingers in my now flowing hair and pulled my head back.
“You’re gonna have to stop teasing me,” he said throwing his head back as I took his cock in my mouth. I was good at giving head. I wasn’t always keen on doing it but when I did, I made it count. I took his cock all the way to the back of my throat, a skill I thanked my choir singing days for. I knew how to open up my throat, relax and breathe through my nose. Which is exactly what I did.
God his taste! That musky manly taste and something so innately him, I’m not even sure how I knew. I just knew that I’d make a habit of taking him in my mouth any chance I got.
I took his balls in my hand and squeezed gently, continuing my suction to his cock. He groaned deep in his throat, his breathing ragged, and I couldn’t resist opening my eyes to look at him. He looked down at me at the same time and licked his lips groaning again. I felt heady with power. Giving head was paradoxical that way. Being on your knees while bringing a man to theirs.
“Fuck, you’re too good at this…” he said closing his eyes and throwing his head back again. I found his perineum and pressed my finger on it slowly licking up his balls before putting him at the back of my throat again. This time I wanted to feel him finish, give him the same mind blowing orgasm he had given me. So I started to move, slowly at first then faster. His breath started coming out in short gasps and I knew he was close.
“Christ, I’m close baby.”
I could feel him trying to pull out but I wanted his taste on my tongue. So I held him and pushed him further down my throat gagging a little. He came with a loud groan, my name on his lips.
He picked me up tearing my panties with a rough tag. “I have to be inside you, find out if your pussy is as good as your mouth” he picked me up and threw me on the bed climbing next to me.
There was no finesse in the way he kissed me. The way he dragged his hands up and down my body. It was as if he had lost all control and just had to touch every inch of my body. He put his mouth on my nipple and sucked hard, almost to the point of pain. He rolled the other nipple between his thumb and fore finger and pinched, again to that fine point between pleasure and pain. Exquisite.
I felt his cock growing again as he rubbed his body on mine. Reaching to my bedside table, he grabbed a condom from a box he found inside. Complementary condoms? What kind of hotel was this?! I only had a second for that brief thought before he turned me, raising my ass in the air and pushing my upper body down.
I expected him to fuck me immediately but was surprised to feel gentle fingers on my clit. His tongue followed. “Still so fucking wet for me, I’m torn between licking it all up and feeling that tight, wet warmth squeezing my cock.” He grabbed my ass cheeks, lined up his cock and impaled me roughly. I had the fleeting thought that I would be left with bruises but I didn’t care. I loved this animalistic side of him. And that was the last thought, before all thought process shut down.
We became two sweaty, sleek bodies rushing to the finish. Grunts, moans and slapping flesh.
“Come for me, Lori, I want to hear you come for me,” he said, reaching out to rub my clit. It wasn’t long before I felt myself explode, toes curling with pleasure so sweet, I was sure I’d never felt it before. Moans so loud I wondered if they were truly coming from me. A few thrusts later and he followed with a shuddering sigh.
We both collapsed on the bed too exhausted for conversation.
“That was… that was…” I started.
“Yeah,” he said.
I smiled. Poetry was definitely not in our future.
CHAPTER FIVE
We spent the next few days on the same. He would sneak out and take care of his hotel duties but we would start the day and end it in my bed. I hardly saw Macy apart from the brief conversations in the hallway. I could not even tell what had happened to Cindy and Tom. And to be honest, I didn’t care. I was floating on some sexed up Davide cloud.
Every day melded into the next. Our conversations were few and far between. I think we had both decided to take this for what it was. We both lived on opposite sides of the world. We would probably never see each other again. And we were both content on that fact. Until I realized I wanted more.
Isn’t that how it always happens? One minute you know what you want, you are the driver of your life and the next? Someone has taken over. Sometimes you see that person coming. But in the case of Davide, I was blindsided. Wouldn’t have righted things even if I tried.
I couldn’t really point to one perfect moment when I knew I felt more for him. It had started out as pure physical attraction but the more I spoke to him, the more I spent time observing him, the more I knew that I’d never felt this kind of… need.
Everything had started moving at a slower pace by day four. It just became… more. Fucking had turned into love making. No longer fevered and frenzied, we took our time with each other. The longer he stared into my eyes, the deeper he pulled me into him, until I no longer knew which way was up.
Our conversations had also moved from the weather to more. I now knew little details about him that informed me about the kind of man he was. And while they were tiny pieces to a puzzle, I found I wanted to solve the puzzle.
My days in Barcelona were coming to an end, and we both didn’t want to acknowledge the fact. We had just come from an amazing trip through Cataluña, and were now lazying about at the pool. It was 2am and therefore just us in the pool. Davide had lured me to the pool on the pretext that he’d always wanted to find out how feasible fucking in a pool was. I was all up for experimentation of course. Turned out it was very feasible.
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