“So is this doing the right thing now?” she said, her breath coming faster. She pulled him close enough for his hardness to press against the sweet spot between her legs. “After all, I’d hate to be a bad influence on you.”
“You could never be a bad influence on me,” he said as he moved his fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp till she moaned.
“You could do that all night and you’d have me at your mercy, you know.”
“You mean all this time you were shunning me and all I had to do was give you a simple scalp massage?” He rolled on top of her, his knees parting hers as he planted kisses around her face and along her neck. He lifted the hem of her T-shirt and raised it over her head, letting his eyes adjust to the dark enough to take a good long look at those beautiful breasts he had been craving for so long.
He returned his mouth to her neck and licked a hot trail along her cleavage, then to the underside of one breast, working his way up toward the luscious pink nipple, which he wrapped his lips around as he flicked it with his tongue. Gisele moaned as his left hand tweaked her other nipple, and she ground her hips against that now famous—at least amongst her friends—bulge he was packing in those boxer briefs.
Tomasso could not believe she’d finally opened herself to him. He took it slow, not risking a false move that would make her snap shut like an oyster. His hands searched her body, skirting her soft skin, his fingertips gently tracing circles around her nipples. Slowly his hands worked their way down her body. When he reached the waistband of her panda pajamas, he easily slid his fingers beneath the elastic, his wrists easing the hem down over her hips as his fingers sought the warmth of her slick center. When the pajamas were below the bottom edge of her ass, he tugged them the rest of the way off, urging her legs farther apart as his hands traced a sensual path between one leg and another, deliberately not touching the one spot where he knew she wanted him.
Gisele pressed her hips toward his hands, urging him onward.
“Oh, so you think you can tell me what to do?” he said, his mouth softly pressed to hers as he smiled.
She nodded, reaching for his hand and placing it right there, where they both wanted it to be. Tomasso slowly stroked through her wetness, his finger trailing a circle around her clit as she let out a moan. It was his turn to groan; he wanted so badly to slide his hard cock through her slick juices, finally pressing himself inside her warm center at last.
As if reading his mind, Gisele dragged down his boxer briefs and deftly used her foot to shove them the rest of the way down and off of him. She rolled him to the side and reached for his cock, so hard and desperate for her.
“I think I owe it to you to finish what I started,” she said, shimmying down his body till she was finally where she’d left off all those weeks ago. She dragged her tongue around his swollen head, licking the pre-cum that had gathered at the tip. Her tongue continued to work on his cock till she finally took him into her warm mouth.
Tomasso thought he’d died and gone to heaven, feeling the pull and suck as she worked his cock, her hands gently squeezing his balls. But he knew he couldn’t last; it had been too long and he’d been craving this moment for weeks. He reached beneath her arms and pulled her up. They were chest to chest, her nipples pressed to his, his cock impossibly near his desired target.
Gisele took the hint, rising to her knees, and straddled his body. She rubbed his cock along her lips, circling her clit, moaning as she did it, while Tomasso played with her nipples. The sight of her so engrossed in pleasure about did him in, and he reached for his cock, guiding it finally to her opening. Gisele slowly slid down over him, then waited a few beats. Tomasso thought he would die from the feeling of her hot pussy enveloping his dick. He needed to feel more and pressed his hips to her, motioning for her to do the same. She happily obliged, alternating grinding her hips in a circular motion with riding him like a wild mustang. Tomasso could feel his balls tightening, sparks shooting off beneath his eyelids, when Gisele’s body trembled, the hot clutch of her pussy clamping hard on his cock. He couldn’t hold off anymore, and he held her tight to him as he released deep within her body.
Chapter Twenty
“It’s about forty degrees in here,” Gisele said, wiping the sweat from her brow. “So why am I so hot?”
“What can I say?” Tomasso said. “I seem to have that effect on women.”
“I’ll say,” she said. “So much so that I didn’t even stick to my hard and fast rule of using a condom.”
“I’m sorry,” he said. “It all happened so fast. I should have made certain of that.”
“Me too,” she said. “But I didn’t want to spoil the moment. Or give me a chance to chicken out again.” She ran her fingers through his hair. “Besides, according to you, you’ve been celibate for ages, right? And I’ve not been with a guy in about a century. Plus, I’m on the pill. Except...”
“Except what?”
“You didn’t really do anything with Sophie the other night, did you?”
Tomasso laughed. “Your friend Sophie is a wise, wise woman.” He leaned forward and kissed her softly on the lips. “She assured me that you’d be burning with envy if you thought I was interested in her.”
“Why, that dirty rat!” Gisele chuckled. “How dare she?” Only she wasn’t all that mad because she was trailing her finger along the contours of his chest, pinching a nipple, then following that trail of hair on his belly as it worked its way toward her intended goal.
“I think she knows you better than you think she does,” he said. “She said you were, oh, how did she phrase it? A weenie. She said you were a complete weenie and you’d rather miss out on the best sex in your life than take a chance when you feared there might be a risk.”
Gisele knit her brows. “Curse that woman. She was right, of course.”
“So do I have Sophie to thank for this sudden change of heart, or do I have Mother Nature?”
“Mother Nature?”
Tomasso pulled the comforter up over the two of them. Gisele, tucked into the crook of his arm, continued to dance her fingers across the hard contours of his body.
“Well, the snowstorm, the power going out. You coming in here to take advantage of the warmth of the fireplace.”
Gisele felt she had to be truthful with him. “Now it’s time for my confession,” she said, her hand softly stroking the length of his soft cock, trying to coax it to come out to play some more. “I actually came in here to take advantage of you. The power being out sort of gave me permission to stop being, well, a weenie.”
Tomasso rolled over on top of Gisele and captured her mouth with his. “I’m glad you finally came to your senses,” he said as he kissed her mouth, her nose, her cheeks, and moved along her chin, till his tongue dragged along her ears, down her throat. “It seemed such a waste for us to be alone in this big old house, never able to take advantage of each other.”
“So now that we’re in the advantage-taking stage of this relationship, what say we take advantage of that while we can?” Gisele wrapped her legs around his hips and locked her feet so that his hard length was nestled right between her legs. Tomasso reached his hands down and palmed the globes of her soft ass, kneading her flesh, pressing her body toward his hardness.
“Far it be it from me to not obey your every wish, your majesty,” Tomasso said. “But I have one request.”
Gisele arched her eyebrow. “And what might that be.”
“Would you mind terribly putting on those thigh-high leather boots before we go any further?”
~*~
It didn’t take long for Gisele to marvel at how much more enjoyable life was with Tomasso both under her roof and under her body. Whereas before, the two of them took pains to never be together in the same place, now each of them hurried home from work to take advantage of the short time they would have in each other’s company before Tomasso had to return to Italy. Gisele didn’t even want to think about what that would entail.
; Tomasso had promised he’d soon bring her out to the warehouse to finally check out the project he’d been working on with such intent. Meanwhile, she wished he didn’t have to go all the way to Brooklyn to work each day. Which gave her an idea. She waited for the first sunny day they’d had in weeks.
“I have something I’d like to show you,” she said, a twinkle in her eye.
“Does it involve us being naked?” He grinned at her.
She pondered that for a minute. “I hadn’t thought about it but I suppose it could. Depending on how creative you actually are.”
“Now I’m particularly intrigued.”
“Then come on.” She grabbed his hand and led him down another hallway, one he hadn’t been down before, because, well, he’d been warned to stay away from just about everything in the house. They came to a doorway that opened to a small elevator. “Hop in,” she said, patting his butt to encourage him in.
“Aren’t you full of surprises?” He leaned forward and kissed her.
She latched the door shut and pressed the button to the top floor, and the somewhat rickety contraption slowly rose until it came to a stop. She unlatched the door and opened it, leading him into a spacious, bright, open room, filled with windows and sunlight.
“An artist’s studio,” she said, spreading her arms out to show him.
“Indeed,” he said. “I fantasized about something like this in a New York City brownstone. I can hardly believe you’ve had this here all along. And it’s unused!”
“And here I thought you’d fantasized about me, not about a room.” She pushed her lip out in a fake pout. “But you have a point—it is unused. So perhaps we could at least christen it.”
She loved that it only took two people and the boundless sexual desire coursing through them to find plenty of entertainment in an empty room.
“I love that your dirty mind is in tune with mine,” he said, lifting her up and wrapping her legs around his. “Because I can’t think of a better use for this space than what I have planned for it right now.”
His hands had already started shifting her sweatshirt off her. “I can’t tell you how it pleases me that you didn’t even bother to put a bra on. It’s as if you wanted to be at the ready for me.”
“Well, duh,” she said, pulling his T-shirt over his head, running her hands over his chest. “But what to do about these troubling jeans?”
Tomasso set her down briefly, quickly toed off his shoes, pulled down his jeans, and stripped Gisele’s yoga pants off her body.
“Now get back here,” he said, lifting her up again, pressing her against the wall as he slid his cock inside her.
“Your wish is my command.” She groaned into his mouth as his cock filled her to the hilt. “After all, we do need to christen your very first artist’s studio.”
“You mean I can actually use this?”
She nodded. “As long as you keep doing this to me, you can use it, you can use me. Whatever you want, just fuck me.”
“My six favorite words in the English language.”
Chapter Twenty-one
Finally the day had arrived. Tomasso was nervous about revealing the focus of his many intensive hours of work to Gisele. He worried she wouldn’t embrace it as he had. But at last, he was learning to trust, both in her and in his gut, and he had to simply go with it. He held her hand tightly as they stepped off the bus and walked the five blocks to the warehouse. It was one of those days that held the promise of spring looming in the not too distant future: the sun was out and warm enough to have started melting the piles of blackened slush that are the hallmark of late winter in the Northeast.
“A few more blocks and we might even break a sweat,” he said, smiling. He didn’t say it was more like a flop sweat that threatened to overtake him at any minute. It was a Sunday; he chose a weekend day for the big reveal so that they could be alone. He didn’t want Grady to witness his humiliation if Gisele hated it and stormed out.
He fumbled with the door lock, nervousness seeming to overtake him every which way. Eventually he unlocked the door and they entered the massive space.
“Holy cow,” Gisele said, spinning around in wonderment, first at the sheer size of the workshop, then at the many projects she noticed lined up throughout the vast hall.
She dragged her hand along a wooden statue of a man sitting in a chair, a small dog nestled in his lap. “This is amazing.”
“It’s a special project Grady’s been working on for a dear friend whose dog passed away recently.”
“Wow. Some friend. It’s beautiful.” She stared into the statue’s eyes. “And so lifelike, but it’s made of wood.”
“An artisan with the right ability can make even something as inanimate as a piece of wood come to life. Pretty amazing, isn’t it?”
“Magnificent. I can see why this excites you.”
He squeezed her hand. “Mind you, not nearly as much as you excite me.”
She kissed him. “I can’t wait to see what you’ve been making.”
They held hands as he led her through the workshop, pointing out the many projects that had occupied an untold number of hours over the past few months. “This scroll will be part of a fireplace in a home in Manhattan.” He pointed to a piece propped up on a workbench.
“Such beautiful detail. I’m so impressed! I mean, I knew you were into this stuff, but Tomasso, you’re really good!”
He shrugged. As much as he loved doing this, he felt a little weird being the object of accolades for it. It’s what he loved to do.
“Maybe you want to hold off on your assessment until you see the pièce de résistance.” His mouth turned up in a grin on one side. He was nervous as they strolled along a lengthy corridor of the warehouse and he pointed out a beautiful mahogany fireplace surround, some wood plinths, and other architectural flourishes all awaiting their final destination where they would grace someone’s home.
At the far end of the cavernous space, they came to a large project draped completely in white canvas.
Tomasso winced. “Okay, so here’s the deal. If you don’t like it, it’s okay to tell me so. You won’t hurt my feelings. Obviously beauty is in the eye of the beholder and all that.”
“Of course I’ll love it. Whatever it is, it’s a creation of your mind and your hands.”
“You might want to wait until you see it to make that final determination.”
“I’m deathly curious now.”
“I know I told you I have a fascination with maritime woodwork. Particularly figureheads, which have long held a place in history for those whose lives were inextricably tied to the sea. Figureheads carry with them great lore and often were imbued, at least in the captain’s and sailors’ minds, with special powers to keep their ship safe from the many dangers that were inherent in sailing stormy seas. Figureheads to me personify the romance of the seas. And I’ve long dreamed of creating my very own figurehead, even though I don’t have a ship to attach it to. Nor do I have any idea where I would put this thing. But I felt the need to make it. The only thing was, what to make? Throughout history, many different figures graced the prows of sailing vessels: mythical characters, Viking gods, crests of powerful nations, even fearsome creatures to ward bad spirits off. But in my mind’s eye, the quintessential figurehead is that of a mermaid—a beautiful half woman, half fish, with her provocative figure and mesmerizing charms. I knew it was what I wanted to make. But what mermaid?”
Gisele playfully smacked his arm. “Enough with the talk, already, let’s see it.”
“But I rehearsed this and everything.” He smiled at her as he reached for the corner of the tarp and pulled it to unveil his own little masterpiece.
~*~
Gisele stood back as he retracted the cloth, inch by inch until before her stood a larger-than-life mermaid. That looked remarkably like... her. She gasped. Right in front of her stood the most lifelike rendering of herself imaginable, from her long, wavy hair that draped over her strong shoulders, t
o the bright blue eyes that Tomasso always told her he loved. The mermaid clutched one bare breast sensuously while her other hand pressed against a decorative wooden perch upon which her lower fishtail half—with scales of turquoise, her favorite color—rested suggestively as if she were riding the thing for her own pleasure. This mermaid looked to be in a near state of ecstasy. Of her own doing.
Gisele’s eyes opened wide. “Oh, my God. Tomasso. I’m speechless.”
He stood frozen in place for a moment, staring at her. “So?”
She practically jumped him, wrapping her legs around him as she pulled him to her and gave him a long, slow kiss.
When they finally came up for air, he looked into her eyes. “Does this mean you like it?”
“Tomasso, it’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen. But, I mean, why me?”
“That night, when you found me in your room. And you made me touch myself for your pleasure. I’d been struggling to come up with the perfect figurehead to carve. There were so many options. But at that moment, I realized you were my figurehead, Gisele. You, with that blond hair that makes me think of the very first time we were together every time I look at it. And those intriguing eyes, looking up at me that night while you focused your attention on pleasuring me as you did. No issues, no reservations, just there to enjoy yourself and me. And then when you caught me in your room, and you made me do that, and it was such a damned turn-on. I’d wanted so badly to flip the tables and make you return the favor, but I knew I couldn’t. You were so skittish, there was no way that was going to happen. That’s why I decided you would be my mermaid, and my figurehead could do whatever I wanted her to do. Which is what you see before you. I was sorely tempted to have her wearing those fuck-me boots of yours, but couldn’t figure out how to do that since she doesn’t have legs.”
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