I relax into his touch as he continues to rub the cream into my skin, slipping his fingers under the edges of my swimsuit to make sure he gets every part of me that might be touched by the sun. It’s so dreamy out here. The quiet, interrupted only by the waves and the birds, the warm sun, the delicious drinks he’s made. With this gentle massage, too, I could just fall asleep happily.
“Turn over,” Nico says, his voice slightly husky. It makes me wonder as I do as I’m told, but his eyes are covered by sunglasses, hiding his emotions. Lying on my back looking up at him, I feel myself swallow hard.
He pours more of the sunscreen into his hand and starts to rub it into my shoulders from the front. I feel the tension that I didn't even know I was holding pouring out of me. His touch is so firm yet so gentle, almost as if it’s calibrated perfectly to make me feel at ease and happy. At the same time, his touch is starting to drive me wild again. I bite my lip, wondering when he will stop.
But he doesn't stop with just my shoulders. He moves further down my arms, rubbing the lotion into every part of my exposed skin down to my fingertips. I already put sunscreen on earlier, but I don't bring that up. Why would I? I'm already having the time of my life, and this is making it even better. I don't want him to stop.
When both of my arms are done, my skin tingling from his ministrations, Nico pours yet more sunscreen into his hands. I can only watch as he moves to my legs, starting from my feet. He makes sure that both the tops and soles of my feet are covered, making me laugh and twitch as he tickles my sensitive skin. Then his hands move onto my ankles, my calves, all the way up to my knees.
Each touch now gives me a little more excitement. His hands are moving further up my legs, closer to a place I want him so badly to touch. Is this it? Is it happening now? With every sweep of his fingers higher up my leg, rubbing in slow circles to make sure all of the cream is dispersed, my excitement grows and grows.
He reaches the top of my thigh, his hands massaging the outside of my hip right up to the edge of my swimsuit. For just a moment, they skim forwards, his fingertips going under the edge of my swimsuit. Then they're gone, leaving me shivering. I find my legs parting unconsciously, falling open before him. I want his touch, and I don't want it to ever stop.
He looks up at me, or at least I guess he does by the way he tilts his head. I still can't see his eyes. Then, slowly and somewhat deliberately, he drifts his fingers across the very top of my thighs on the inside, touching that more sensitive area with a brush of his fingertips. I can't help the slight moan that escapes my mouth, and when he grins at me, I know he did it on purpose.
“You’re so responsive,” he says, practically purring. “I love it.”
“You’re a tease,” I retort, though my voice comes out light and breathy, all I can manage with his attention on me like this.
I go to move, bringing my legs closer together, but his hands catch hold of them and hold them firm. “We’re not done,” he says. “You need to make sure every bit of your skin is covered. It’s dangerous if you don’t.”
“My skin is covered,” I say, squinting at him. Not that I want to dissuade him from touching me again, but…
“Not all of it,” he says, and reaches for the straps on my arms, pulling them down one by one.
It’s such a smooth motion, making the front of my swimsuit bow open and then fold down at my chest, leaving my breasts fully exposed. I can't help but gasp as his hands return, slathered in sunscreen again and rubbing all over me. He kneads my breasts at the same time, then brings his thumbs up to run them over my nipples over and over. It makes me gasp and writhe under him, already lost to the pleasure.
It occurs to me that I’m fully exposed in the air, right out in public. I look around, but I can’t see any other boats that are close enough to be able to see us. That realization somehow makes this all the more of a turn on. Out here, no one can see us, but we can still enjoy the fresh air and the sunshine on our skin.
Nico's hands cross my chest and down, pushing the fabric of the swimsuit over my midriff. His hands caress my curves until I think that he must be on his way to touching every single millimeter of my skin. That only reminds me of what is left, what is yet to be touched, and I shudder and moan, my legs opening wider instinctively.
Nico pauses massaging me to yank the swimsuit away from the last part of me that it still covers, my ass and between my legs. It travels all the way down my legs until he discards it on the deck beside us, leaving me completely naked.
Even though I know that he’s already seen me close up, open before him, this is a little different. I’m totally naked now, not a single shred of clothing to cover myself with. No one has ever seen me this way. I can't help but blush as his eyes travel over me, and he pulls the sunglasses off his face so that I can see exactly how his eyes worship me.
At last, his hands return to massage the sunscreen into the last areas that he has not yet covered. All over my ass, kneading and squeezing and groping, until I’m left gasping and desperate for more. His hands tease over my stomach for a moment, as if he will leave me wanting. But then they dip, down to my lower lips, where his hands know their rightful place.
As he massages and teases me, my eyes slid closed. I open them to see him panting over me, and when I look down I realize there is a huge bulge in the front of his shorts. I sit up slightly, interrupting his movements as I put my hands to the hem of his shirt and give it a tug.
“I’m supposed to hold off,” he says, his voice already ragged. “There was more I had planned, before…”
“I don’t care,” I tell him, my own voice needy and strained. “I need you. Please.”
Nico makes a growl deep inside his throat, an inhuman noise, the kind of sound an animal would make. He tears his own shirt off over his head in one movement and throws it to the side, then stands up above me to take care of his shorts.
When he tugs them down in one movement, the momentum is enough to make his dick spring out and bounce several times, hard and pointing up at the sky. I gasp when I see it. I had no idea that it was going to be so big. Is that going to fit inside me? I have no idea how all of this works, and I have to hope he knows what he's doing. Because I somehow can't believe that I could get all of that glorious length inside me.
It's not just what's between his legs that I find myself admiring. His whole body is toned and muscled, so impressive it feels like I might be looking at a Greek god. I already knew that he took care of himself, but this is far more than I expected. His toned abs, visible under the surface of his skin, lead to a sharp V of muscles that seem to point right down to his thick rod. His legs and arms are both muscled, corded, and glowing in his golden tanned skin. For a moment, I wonder how he might have such an even tan, even under the parts where his clothes cover.
And then I realize - I'm probably about to get the same.
“Can’t hold off,” Nico tells me, his voice coming in grunts now with his need. “Need you now. Want to make you mine.”
I have no shame left. I lay open in front of him, spreading my legs further, reaching up my arms in a silent plea for him to come to me.
He kneels over me, guiding himself with his hand. For a moment he simply rubs himself against me, and his member is so warm and soft, hard at the same time, like nothing I would ever have expected. He pauses then to look me in the eyes as he slowly nudges just a little way inside, making me gasp in surprise. It's so big. How will I ever manage to fit all of him inside?
But Nico keeps eye contact as he moves his hips just a little, sliding further in. I gasp again, and he pauses. I realize then he is basing his speed on my reactions, reading everything he needs to know on my face. And I realize, too, that even though it feels unbelievably tight at first, that feeling subsides fairly quickly. It's like I’m getting used to having the whole of him inside me, something that has never happened before. But my body adapts. It learns. And it likes what it feels.
He gradually rocks himself inside me just a
little bit at a time. Every time, I think that this must be all I can take, that he can't possibly reach any further inside me. But every time, the tightness goes away and he eases just that little bit further in.
But at last, he lets out a groan, and I look down to realize that he’s all the way inside me. Our bodies are joined, completely, and it feels like this is the way it was always meant to be.
“Perfect,” he groans, leaning his head down over me. “So good.” He kisses me then, so deep and hungry I feel like he’s going to swallow me up, and with the sensation of him inside me at the same time, it’s almost more than I can take.
Nico begins to move then, slowly at first, drawing almost all of the way out before sliding back in. At first, it feels a little strange, but there is a kind of friction that builds as he passes over certain parts on the inside of me, sensitive parts that have me lifting my hips for more. And just like yesterday, I feel that thing starting to build inside of me. That incredible pleasure that seems direct from heaven with how intense and unbelievable it is.
I hear my own voice coming out of my mouth without my control, keening and groaning and moaning, high and loud. I'm glad there’s no one else around because if there was, they would undoubtedly notice the sounds I’m making. Whatever it is I'm doing, it only seems to send Nico into a frenzy. He begins to thrust into me harder and faster, which in turn makes these noises come out of me louder. It's like they are a direct response to the pleasure that I feel, something that bypasses my brain entirely.
I don't think I can take it much longer. The feeling of Nico plunging inside me over and over again, the sight of his perfect body over mine, the way that he, too, begins to raise his voice to match my own, with guttural grunts and groans that tell me of his own pleasure. I think about the fact that he feels just as good as I do, and it fills my heart with joy as well as sends a rush of heat to join the rest between my legs. He looks into my eyes, leaning over me close enough to kiss but not moving to do so, just watching me.
In his eyes, there’s something that I’ve never experienced before. I can't even put a name to it, but it’s like our very souls are communicating together. Whatever it is, it’s more than I can take. I feel that well of pleasure swell up inside me and overflow, and then I’m twitching and shouting his name and feeling the pleasure roll over me in great waves like the sea.
I hear Nico shout, a wordless cry with no meaning, and then he jerks a final thrust before coming to a stop. I feel something inside me pulsing, something inside of him pulsing too inside of me, and all of it keeps sending me further and further over the edge until I feel like I might be lost forever.
If this is sex, I can see why so many people go crazy for it.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Nico
“Well?” I ask her. “Was it the special day you expected?”
Liliana laughs lightly. “Much more than I expected,” she says. She gestures to everything around us, the boat, the drinks, our discarded clothes. We’re lying naked next to each other, the sun caressing us and drying the sweat on our skin. I don’t recall ever feeling quite this satisfied.
“We can stay out a little longer,” I suggest, watching the horizon bob up and down in front of us. “If anyone comes, we’ll just dash down into the cabin.”
Liliana giggles, making me turn to look at her. “I was just imagining all the… well, the jiggling.”
I laugh too, rolling onto my side to face her. “Jiggling, is it? I’ll have you know there’s not an inch of fat on these thighs. I’m not going to be jiggling at all.” For emphasis, I slap my own hard thigh, which, as promised, remains remarkably still.
“No, well,” Liliana starts, her cheeks rosy with the afterglow as well as that cute blush of hers. “I suppose with you it would be more of a… bobbing?”
“Oh, you’re afraid about your own jiggling. Well, don’t worry.” I grin at her and wink before stretching my arm out and firmly cupping one of her breasts. “I’ll help you out.”
She shudders under my hand, and the look she throws me takes me off guard. Not annoyed at me for grabbing her, not shy or embarrassed, not surprised. But heated. Heated, like she wants to continue where we left off a moment ago.
“Please,” she says, her voice husky and sending a jolt right to my balls. “I could do with a hand.”
That’s enough to set me going again. I don’t need to be told twice.
I get up on the deck – with some inevitable bobbing of my once more hardening dick – and reach down to offer her a hand. “I think we need to practice,” I tell her.
She gets up with my help, and I immediately take hold of both of her breasts in my hand, squeezing them firmly. She yelps, making me grin. “That seems to be doing the trick,” she says, though I can see what a great effort it is for her to keep her voice steady.
“We should go to the cabin,” I tell her. “We need to practice the whole process, right?”
“Right,” she confirms, and I step backward still holding onto her. “Though, I should be helping you as well.”
I don’t think my eyes have ever been as wide as they are when she grabs hold of my hard length, her fingers wrapping around me firmly and surely, making a pulse run right through me.
After that encouragement, I’m quick to lead her down the stairs. It’s too tricky to hold onto one another as we navigate down into the small space, but I don’t waste any time. As soon as I have her in front of me again, I grab hold of the back of her head, pulling her in for a deep and powerful kiss as our bodies press against one another.
She’s mine now, and that only makes me want to reinforce it even more. I run my hands over every part of her body, squeezing and caressing, touching as much as I can. I drop my face to her chest, licking one of her nipples and taking it into my mouth until she gasps and shudders. I move her over towards the bed, pushing her down until she lies on her back and I can drop my face between her legs to make her squirm and thrust her hips up towards me.
I climb up over her to take her again, staking my claim with every urgent thrust, listening to her voice rise higher and harder. She groans and gasps so loudly, little squeaks and moans coming out of her mouth every second. Every time I hear them, it only makes me want to hear them louder and more. I make it a personal challenge to see how loud I can make her get, how much control I can make her lose. She throws her head back against the pillows, giving me a beautiful view of her arched body beneath me, inviting me to run my hands over her breasts and down across her sides again.
It's when she comes, shouting my name again like she did the first time, that I’m pushed over the edge. Satisfying her is my main goal, and I have this feeling as I look down at her that it might remain that way for the entirety of the rest of my life. How can I resist? My beautiful angel will have whatever she wants. That's a promise I make to myself, and silently to her, as the power of the shockwave of pleasure ripples through and over me.
We dress and ride back to Monaco after that because the day is getting long. I could easily envisage myself spending the rest of my days out here on this little boat with her if we only had the supplies. But the body has more needs than only sexual ones, even if those might be at the forefront of our mind right now. Food, for one thing. So we return to my city.
Once the boat is secure in its dock, I take her by the hand and lead her through the streets towards my home. I had been a little shy, perhaps, about taking her there but the time is now. She’s already mine. I don't need to worry anymore about her wanting me for the wrong reasons. Even if I thought she had a deceitful bone in her body, I know the way she looked at me. I know what I saw when our eyes met.
She’s mine, and there is nothing either of us could do about it even if we wanted to.
Monaco is small enough that it's only a walk from the marina to my home, but this also means that my home itself is in one of the more upscale areas. In Monaco, that really means something. A lot of the buildings here are luxury apartment buildings, which
is why mine stands out. A home, built to stand alone within its own small piece of land, built to my own exacting plans. I had to demolish the property which stood there before. I had a vision.
And as we approach the gated area, not many people know about what lies behind it. I have carefully kept hedges and trees growing around the front of the gate, so only the upper story can be seen, soaring above the gate and looking right down to the marina.
I don’t say a word about where we’re going. It’s only when I walk right up to the gate and enter my code that Liliana begins to realize we’re going inside.
“Wait,” she says, wide-eyed with confusion. “This is your home?”
“Yes,” I tell her, shrugging casually. “This is where I live.”
I look up and see it anew as if I’m seeing it through her eyes. It’s familiar to me, of course, but even so, it still feels impressive. To anyone else, it must give a real first impression. A grand family villa, right in the heart of Monaco. And until now, it has always felt too big for little me – like I designed it a bit too large by accident. Like my ambition outshone my reality.
But I feel like that is about to change.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Liliana
In the morning, I wake with the sun playing over my face rather than any kind of alarm – or the knock of the hotel maid at the door. It’s such a luxurious feeling that for a moment I only revel in that I almost forget about all of the other things that happened last night.
But when I do open my eyes and look around, I’m in the most amazing place I’ve ever seen. Nico’s bedroom is truly fit for a king, and it has a view through the darkened glass that goes right out over the marina. I think I can even see his boat from here, though I’m not completely sure, after all, I’m not an expert on boats. Not yet.
My body aches from what we did when we got back here yesterday, between food and drinks and stopping to shower. We made love in almost every room, as far as I can work it out – the kitchen, the dining room, rooms that stood covered in dust sheets that we lay down on, the master bedroom. I had no idea there would be so many rooms in Nico’s house, but I can say for sure that I appreciate every single one of them already.
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