‘Yes, yes, right, yes,’ said Dan. ‘I’m very tired too. Erica, shall we take the plates out into the kitchen?’
‘I’ll help too,’ added Grace, grinning widely.
I sure had lucked out with these lot. Lorenzo and I remained at the table, now seemingly rooted to the spot and gazing at each other. It was obvious that there was a magnetism drawing us together.
‘It’s okay. We will clear the table. You can go to bed,’ offered Saint Lorenzo, recognising that the sooner we emptied the room, the sooner we could get up to no good.
Fran gave me a wink as she herded everyone out like a flock of sheep. Erica looked a little crestfallen but, ever the professional, still mustered a ‘goodnight’ before disappearing outside and over to the building opposite the main house.
When the room was clear, Lorenzo stared into my eyes.
‘So…’ he said, patting his sexy, solid left thigh, signalling for me to sit there. ‘What would you like to practise first?’
Chapter Thirteen
As I climbed onto his thighs, a combination of nerves, adrenaline and excitement pulsed through my body. I had no idea what was going to happen next, but I was ready to find out.
Lorenzo looked at me intensely and leant forward. His lips were now less than an inch away from mine, and his woody, masculine scent flooded my nostrils. Before I’d even had time to catch my breath, he pressed his mouth firmly on mine, thrust his tongue inside and started kissing me passionately.
My heart began to thump like a heavy baseline and my stomach started doing backflips. Now I remembered how this felt. The sensation of a man’s delicious, soft lips against yours. The fiery flicks of their tongue, the shivers down your spine…the tingles. How had I survived for so long without this?
It had been years since I’d kissed someone properly, but as it turns out, you don’t forget. It all felt so natural. Like breathing.
As I ran my fingers through his thick, wavy hair and stroked his jet-black beard, the kisses became more intense. Damn. If this was what kissing was like, imagine how it was going to feel when he touched me.
He’d read my mind. Just as the fantasy drifted out of my head, his hands began to wander. First lightly brushing against my nipples, then slowly down to my thighs. My cheeks began to burn and the tingling between my legs grew stronger with every second. This is unreal.
With our lips still locked together, Lorenzo began to stand up slowly (and let’s just say he wasn’t the only thing standing to attention).
‘Come,’ he said, lifting me up, wrapping my legs around his waist and carrying me into the living room.
He laid me down on the sofa, straddled me and started showering my mouth with more hot, steamy kisses before moving down to nibble my neck and then gently sucking my earlobes. My whole body turned to jelly. Good Lord…I cannot cope…
As I struggled to catch my breath, Lorenzo reached for the bottom of my mini dress and pulled it up and over my head.
‘Mmmm,’ he said, licking his lips whilst scanning my body. ‘Che bella donna. You are a beautiful woman.’
Lorenzo reached behind my back, skilfully unclipped my bra in one seamless move and tossed it to the floor before diving his head into my chest. He wrapped his mouth around my left breast and sucked it slowly, then gently flicked his tongue before licking all around my nipple. This man is making me so wet. I literally feel like I am about to explode.
He sat up briskly, undid the top three buttons on his chef’s jacket and whipped it off to reveal the most magnificent chest. Bronze and sculpted like a Roman statue, it was covered in beautiful, thick dark hair and looked so manly. I couldn’t resist. I began to caress it slowly. It felt so fucking divine.
I’d never been with a guy with a hairy chest before as all my exes had had very little body hair. But right here, right now, stroking Lorenzo’s felt so damn sensual…
Jesus. I have literally been sleeping through my life. I cannot believe I have reached the age of thirty-nine without experiencing the sensation of touching a man’s hairy chest. This, I supposed, was the cold reality of not being more sexually experimental in my late teens and then going into such a long-term relationship in my early twenties. And of course, focusing on work for too long. Forget being a MARGIN. Right now, I felt so green I was more like a bloody virgin.
Whilst I continued stroking his chest and started rubbing my hands against his large rock-solid rod, his hands glided slowly down my stomach, past my belly button, and rapidly headed further and further south. This felt soooo damn good…
But as his hands slipped below my leggings and then over my knickers, I flinched as the realisation hit me.
Oh fuck.
I’d just remembered. In my attempt to be carefree, I hadn’t pruned my lady garden before I’d left, and it was like a jungle down there. I wasn’t expecting visitors…
‘Are you okay?’ said Lorenzo, frowning. ‘You want me to stop?’ My body screamed ‘hell no!’ but my mind was freaking out. What was I going to do? I wanted this man inside of me, but what would he think when he saw what lay beneath? He’d probably run out of the room screaming!
Maybe I could say I needed the loo and run up to my room to sort myself out? If I checked my toiletries bag, I might have a razor? I wasn’t sure how long it would take to get it looking decent down there, but…I could give it a try. Then again, getting up now would totally kill the moment and I didn’t want to do that because I was really, really enjoying…oooh!
Whilst I was considering my hair removal options, Lorenzo had wasted no time in sliding his fingers underneath the front of my black knickers. I held my breath sharply, waiting for his reaction of shock and disgust…but it never came. Instead, he gently rubbed his finger over my clit, and I could have sworn I’d stopped breathing.
‘Oh my God!’ I screamed, gasping for breath. Even if I’d wanted to play it cool, it was impossible. I couldn’t hold it in.
‘Mmm, you like?’ said Lorenzo, looking up at me and licking his lips. I love it when he does that.
‘Fuck yes!’ I said, wondering how much longer I’d even be able to speak.
He pulled my leggings and underwear down past my toes before throwing them over his shoulder onto the floor and once again leant back to admire the view.
‘Mmm, mmm, mmm,’ he said, running his hands across my naked body before stroking me between my legs. ‘Perfetto. You are perfect.’
Wow. His eyes, wide with desire, said it all. He didn’t give a fuck whether I’d shaved down there or not. He wanted me, and I definitely wanted him. No, scrap that. I needed him so badly. Right now.
He plunged his fingers inside of me, and I melted.
‘You are so wet, Sophia. I love it.’
My body shuddered. This was unbelievable. He was unbelievable. ‘Now we have had lesson number one,’ he said, stroking my clit with his thumb whilst his two fingers continued to thrust in and out of me, ‘it’s time for lesson number two, no?’
If I could speak, then I would have said absolutely. But by now, I was hanging by a thread. I could feel the wave building. The feeling that for so long I’d only been able to achieve through necessity with my own hands. But this was different. This was on a whole different level. The sensations were so much more intense.
My breathing grew faster and heavier. My body began to shake. The blood rushed through me, I couldn’t control it. The wave went higher and higher and then…
‘Ohhhhhhhh… Lorenzo! Fuck!’ I screamed.
My whole body collapsed.
I closed my eyes. I was powerless. I couldn’t move. I would pass out any second now. I was sure of it.
He pulled his fingers out slowly and lay on my chest.
‘Mmm. I love that you came, Sophia. That makes me so happy,’ he said, lifting his head to kiss my neck. I wanted to respond, but I was still struggling to catch my breath. ‘Do not worry,’ he said as his lips travelled across my shoulders. ‘You do not have to talk. Just relax and let me please you.’<
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I was floating. I could still feel my clit pulsing and the blood rushing through my veins. I could easily lie here forever, but as lightheaded as I felt, I wanted to give him pleasure too. I mustered up every ounce of energy I had left to force my eyelids open. I began to unbuckle his belt and then unbutton his jeans before pulling them down to his knees.
Wow. What a sight to behold. His thick rod was throbbing from underneath his charcoal-grey boxer shorts. If I’d been concerned before that he wasn’t into me, then his hard-on was definitely saying otherwise.
‘I’m ready for lesson number two,’ I said, running my fingers slowly down from his tip to the base, ‘And it would seem that you definitely are too.’
‘Sì, Sophia. Decisamente. Definitely,’ he said, holding my gaze as he reached down into the back of his jeans pocket, pulling out his wallet and then a condom.
I could feel the excitement pulsing through my body. In just a few seconds, he would be inside of me, and I couldn’t fucking wait.
Just as he began to peel off his boxers, a loud knock vibrated through the room.
We bolted upright, then turned towards the kitchen to see Grace edging slowly out of her bedroom door, shielding her eyes with both hands.
‘Apologies, Luciano and Stella,’ she said, creeping towards the kitchen as I grabbed my dress to cover my naked chest and Lorenzo quickly pulled up his jeans. ‘I know my timing is terrible, but I’m absolutely gasping for some water and I’ve been trying to hold off for ages, but I really need to take my medication and the darn pills are so bloody big that I’d probably choke to death if I tried to swallow them with just my spit. I’ll only be a sec, then you can get back to the action! So sorry, darl. And I’m not looking, I promise!’
She darted into the kitchen, we heard the fridge door open and close, then she re-emerged, clutching a bottle of water.
‘Still not looking!’ she said, covering her eyes with her free hand. ‘You can get back to it now. Sounds like you’re doing great, Luciano! Keep it up! Oops, I didn’t mean that…actually, yes, why not? Keep it all up, son, and keep showing Stella a good time. Help loosen her up a little. Mind you, from that scream, it seems you’ve already done that! Anyway. Enough from me. Better go and take those pills. I’ll leave you young’uns to it!’ she said, closing the door behind her.
Lorenzo and I looked at it each other and both burst out laughing.
‘Talk about a passion killer!’ I chuckled.
‘My God! She has taps in the bathroom. She could have used the water from that sink, no?’ reasoned Lorenzo before laughing again and flashing a gorgeous wide smile I’d never seen before.
‘True,’ I said whilst secretly thinking that like Grace, given the choice, I probably would have opted for bottled rather than bathroom tap water too. Still working on my issues…
‘It is a shame,’ he said, stroking my face. ‘I was looking forward to lesson number two…’
‘Mmm, me too,’ I said as he rested his head on my chest.
‘I hoped that tonight we would be together, and it would have been better to make love to you, but I am still happy.’
‘Wait, what…?’ I said, jolting my head forward. ‘So you wanted to be with me all along?’
‘Well, yes,’ he said matter-of-factly. ‘I like you. Why do you think I sat so close to you at dinner, started talking to you and gave you extra cake? You didn’t notice?’
‘Of course,’ I added. ‘I showed you the messages about the lessons…’
‘Yes, but that was after I had already made it obvious that I liked you,’ he said. ‘I did not know for sure if something would happen or how, as you cannot plan these things, but now that I am single and there was not much time left before you went home, I thought that I would see if you were interested and wanted us to spend the night together.’
Well, what do you know? All that time I’d thought that I was hatching a plan to seduce him, he’d already set his sights on me.
Strange to hear him say he liked me, though. Clearly our chemistry tonight showed that, but since I’d arrived, he’d been so surly. I was curious to know what had changed.
‘If the last couple of hours hadn’t just happened, I would have been convinced that you didn’t even like me. In the lessons, you were always so cold towards me, and it was always bene, Grace, buonissimo, Fran…’
‘Sorry about that,’ he replied sheepishly. ‘But I like you,’ he said as his fingers circled my nipples again. ‘I was always telling Erica that I think you are a beautiful woman.’ The tingling resumed between my legs. ‘Ask her. When I first saw you when you arrived here, this morning when you came down to breakfast, this evening when I saw your picture on the phone. I always talk about you. But I have also had a lot on my mind recently. And beautiful women can be bad for me too, so maybe I was nervous.’ His voice trailed off.
‘You?’ I said cynically. ‘Nervous? I find it hard to believe that you would be nervous around women. From the way you touched me, I can tell that you’ve had a lot of experience. And from what I’ve heard, I’m not the first guest you’ve been intimate with either. Apparently there have been several…’
‘No, Sophia,’ he said reassuringly stroking my hands. ‘You must not believe everything people tell you. Especially if that woman likes the person they talk about and is upset that man does not want to be with her.’ No doubt he was referring to Erica…and I couldn’t imagine she was best pleased with him saying he liked me, given their history. ‘I slept with maybe two guests in seven years, when I was single. It is not many. When I have a girlfriend, I behave myself. And until yesterday I had a girlfriend. Now I am single again. That is why this has happened tonight.’ He leant forward and pecked me on the lips.
‘Mmm,’ I said, reciprocating his kiss. I think I actually believed him.
The fuzzy feelings were returning. I was horny and wanted to experience everything that had just happened all over again and more…
‘So,’ I said, placing my hand between his legs, ‘lesson number two?’
‘Sì,’ he confirmed. ‘But we must be careful. Grace could come out again. Let us go to your room, yes?’
Hmm. With Fran the eagle-eyed detective next door? She’d surely have a glass to the wall, listening out for every move.
‘Fran will hear us, and Dan’s room is close by too…’ Dammit. There was no point pretending that I could stay silent. If his touch could make me scream, God knows what I would do if he was inside me. I’d probably be so loud they could hear me from London.
‘Well, if we cannot have sex, maybe we can just go to sleep together in your room,’ he suggested. ‘We do not have to do anything. We can just hold each other and fall asleep.’
I looked at his gorgeous face and body with flashbacks of our time together this evening and knew there was no way I could just lie down beside this beautiful specimen and do nothing. Especially after realising how badly my body had been craving a man’s touch. It just wouldn’t be possible. It would be akin to being locked in the M&S bakery aisle overnight and not burying my face in a Victoria sponge.
‘There’s no way we could be on the same bed and not end up ripping each other’s clothes off again,’ I said. ‘Impossible. Like you said, the connection between us is strong. You mentioned you’d been to London before for a girl. So why don’t you come to London to see me? If you do, then we can do lesson number two, three or even one hundred.’
‘Mmm…’ he muttered, mulling over the idea whilst running his fingers through his hair. ‘Maybe. It is a busy time here. Are you sure you do not want to do it tonight?’
My whole body was screaming ‘yes!’ but my head reluctantly said no. He started kissing my neck, and I didn’t have the strength to stop him.
‘You have no idea how much I want to, but…’
‘Okay,’ he conceded. ‘Next time. Well,’ he said, pulling away slowly, ‘I must wake up early to tidy up the dining room and prepare breakfast, so if we cannot fall asleep together, I will g
o to bed now.’ He stood up, then pulled me out of the sofa and into him before pressing his mouth firmly on to mine.
I could feel his heart racing and his hard-on against my thigh.
Ohhhhhhhh. I really, really wanted to take this further…
‘I must go,’ he groaned as he gently stepped back. ‘You make me want you. And if I cannot have you, I must go now. It is too much.’
Aaaargghhh! Why oh why couldn’t Grace have waited longer before interrupting us?
‘Okay, goodnight, then,’ I muttered, my insides crashing with disappointment.
‘Before you go,’ he said, ‘please hold me.’
Strange request from a guy, but I was happy to oblige. He pulled me towards him again, wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his head on my shoulder. We stayed there for a few minutes before he finally stepped away.
‘Buona notte, bella Sophia,’ he said, his eyes fixated on me.
‘Buona notte, Lorenzo,’ I replied.
And with that, he opened the door and disappeared outside.
Did that really just happen?
After years of suppressing sexual desire in every form and being lost in a non-physical long-term relationship, I, Sophia Huntingdon, had just experienced the first stages of spine-tingling passion with a hot Italian god. And do you know what? It felt fucking amazing!
Chapter Fourteen
I crept up the stairs like a sixteen-year-old with a midnight curfew sneaking in at 2 a.m. Even though I knew that super-sleuth Fran probably had her ear to the ground all night trying to listen in on what we were up to downstairs and no doubt was sleeping with one eye open to check what time I’d returned to my room, I tried my best to unlock the door as quietly as possible.
I flicked on the bedside lamp, flopped onto the bed and stared at the large wooden beams on the ceiling.
No way. Had I fallen asleep hours ago and dreamt the whole thing?
I’d had rather a lot to drink, and so it was quite conceivable that I’d made the whole thing up.
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