He turns back to stare at me for a beat, a muscle ticking in his jaw, then a look of shame flickers across his face.
‘Shit. I don’t know what made me say that. I’m just feeling messed up tonight.’ He wraps his arms around me in a tight hug and carries me to the bed, laying me down and joining me there. Rolling onto his back, he reaches for me and deftly lifts my body on top of his so we’re lying chest to chest. ‘But you know how to shut me up, right?’ he murmurs darkly, skating his hands down to my hips and pulling up my dress, then urging me to shuffle up his body. As I do this, his fingers find the sides of the lacy knickers I bought at the same time as the dress and he tugs them down my legs.
‘Sit on my face,’ he demands.
I hesitate for a moment, wondering whether I should do it or insist we talk about what just happened first. But he doesn’t seem to want to talk, and I don’t know what I’d say to make this situation better anyway.
‘Do it, Juno. I want you to smother me with your pussy,’ he urges. ‘Teach me it’s not okay to speak to you like that.’
Again, I hesitate. It’s not my style to be forceful in bed, but I know that’s something I need to work on, and I want to give him what he’s asking for.
So I shuffle further up the bed on my knees until I’m positioned right above his mouth and dip down to press myself against him. I feel his groan of satisfaction vibrate between my legs and deep into my core, then the powerful thrust of his tongue inside me. I cry out from the pleasure of it. It’s such a lewd, intense feeling, and I find to my surprise that I love the idea of being in control of this, knowing he’s captured beneath me, a prisoner to my whim and my body. The feeling of power is heady and I begin to move with the rhythmic thrust of his tongue.
Sweat pools between my shoulder blades and runs down my spine as his fingers grip my hips and we move together, faster and faster, me using him purely for my own pleasure. Teaching him that I’m on top now. I’m the one in control. That he has to give me what I want.
And oh, God, I think I’m losing my mind. I want this to go on and on and on. But I also want more. I need more. His tongue alone isn’t enough. There’s still an aching void inside me that needs to be filled, to be satisfied. To connect with him.
My trance breaks as I suddenly become aware that his grip on my hips has become harder and more urgent, and I realise to my horror that he’s having trouble breathing.
I jump off him, distraught that I’ve let myself get so carried away. That I’d not noticed I was hurting him.
‘Sandro, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?’ I cup his face and stare into his eyes. ‘I’m so, so sorry!’ I can hear the panic in my voice. I can’t believe I let that happen. That I wasn’t thinking about him at all. Only about myself and my pleasure. And my power over him.
But, instead of looking relieved or angry, he flips me over so I’m now on my back and kneels over me, shaking his head and kissing my cheeks, my forehead, my mouth, to calm me.
‘Never apologise!’ he growls against my skin. ‘Never apologise to me.’
He pulls my dress roughly over my head and lands hard kisses over my breasts and stomach, moving ever downward till he’s back between my legs. He puts a hand under each of my buttocks and lifts me up while bringing his mouth down between my legs again.
‘I worship this pussy. I fucking worship it.’ He hisses against my mound, my clitoris, my vagina. His tongue laves me again, pushing open my folds and expertly finding the spots that give me the most intense pleasure. I buck up towards the touch of his tongue, wanting it harder, deeper.
Sensing my need, he pushes a finger inside me. But it’s still not enough. I ache for more. I need more.
‘Please, Sandro. I want to feel your cock inside me. Please! I need it. Please!’ I beg him through heavy sobs of breath. I’m aware of the desperation in my voice, and it seems he is too, because he stills his motion and raises his head to meet my gaze.
We stare at each other for long moments loaded with unsaid questions and answers.
‘Are you sure?’ he whispers, his eyes intense with a plea for me to be totally honest with him.
‘Yes. I’m sure. I want it. Please, Sandro. I need you to help me. Please just help me out with this.’
This seems to be enough to convince him because he gives a sharp nod, then leans away to open a drawer at the side of the bed and take out a little foil packet.
I watch with wide eyes as he quickly gets undressed then rolls on the condom and moves back to kneel between my thighs, our faces now level and his bright eyes gazing into mine.
‘Ready?’ he whispers, his voice a sweet caress all of its own.
‘Yes. Ready,’ I say, drawing in a steadying breath.
I feel him line up our bodies, then there’s a pressure between my legs which is strange, wonderful and frightening all at once. Then without another word he slowly pushes inside me, bringing with him a sharp pain that makes me wince and ball my fists.
‘Are you okay?’ he murmurs, holding still and stroking his thumb over my cheek in a soothing motion until I feel the pain begin to subside.
‘Yes. I’m great.’ I smile up at him, my head hazy with all the new sensations I’m feeling. And there are many.
He gently draws back out, then pushes into me again with slow, careful strokes, watching my face the whole time, checking my reaction. Checking I’m okay.
And I am okay. More than okay. I’m in heaven. Now the pain has receded, having him inside me feels like magic. It’s the most wonderfully connected state I’ve ever been in. It’s intense, but the sensation both excites and arouses me. Makes me yearn for even more. And then, when he moves his hand to where our bodies connect and presses down firmly on my clitoris, I can’t help but let out a low keening sound of pleasure.
He continues slowly to move inside me until I’m able to match his rhythm, my breath leaving my body in small gasps as he pushes me closer to the edge of the orgasm that’s beginning to grow deep inside me.
Our bodies slide together, moving in perfect sync, and as the pleasure grows, beating a steady, inimitable rhythm inside me, I begin to lose all sense of my surroundings. It just becomes him and me, suspended together in our state of bliss.
And then it breaks over me, my release rushing through my head and flashing in my eyes. For those few seconds, I think I stop breathing.
As the feeling begins to subside I slowly become aware of him again, the hard press of his body against me and the softness of his skin as it slides against mine. I love it. I absolutely love it. And I love the sounds he makes as he continues to thrust inside me, caught up in his own world of pleasure.
A few strokes later he lets out a low guttural growl and shouts, ‘Fuck, Juno! Fuck!’ His whole body shudders above me as he climaxes and he pushes himself as deep inside me as he can, holding us there locked together, as close as we can get to each other.
After a while he carefully slides out of me. ‘Are you okay?’ he asks, pushing an escaped tendril of hair out of my eyes.
Words seem to have completely deserted me so I just nod and smile.
‘Let me run you a bath,’ he murmurs, rolling away from me and getting up out of bed.
I lie there, listening to the water running, feeling spaced out and unreal.
‘It’s ready for you,’ Sandro says, coming back into the room a couple of minutes later.
‘Thanks,’ I reply, getting out of bed and wincing a little as I realise I’m a little bruised.
As I pass him in the doorway to the bathroom, I lean up to give him a gentle kiss on the lips, pressing my body close to his. ‘Thank you,’ I whisper.
He smiles, but there’s something in his eyes that sends a small jolt of unease through me.
‘It was my pleasure, bella,’ he murmurs, then turns away before I can question him about it.
I wash quickly, then s
pend a couple of minutes luxuriating in the warmth of the water, letting it soothe my aching body.
Well, that’s it, I think to myself. I’m no longer a virgin. I don’t know quite how to feel about it. In some ways I still feel exactly the same, but in others, ways I can’t quite describe, I feel as if I’ve just taken a big jump forward in my life.
Coming out of the bathroom, I see Sandro has changed the sheets and is lying naked in the middle of the bed, his hair wet from the shower he must have taken.
He grins at me. ‘I thought you might like a come-down cuddle,’ he says in that beautiful husky voice of his.
There’s no way I can refuse that, of course, so I get onto the bed and snuggle up close to him, breathing in the fresh, citrusy scent of his shower gel, amazed to feel my stomach fizzing with lust again.
But it seems he’s keen we don’t do anything else tonight and pulls me towards him so my back rests along his front, spooning me tightly against him. I’m aware of the soft exhalation of his breath on my neck, and the heat of his body pressed securely against me, and in my blissed-out state I sense myself beginning to drift off to sleep almost immediately.
I wake some time later and find to my surprise and delight that he’s still in bed with his arm tightly wrapped around me. It’s the first time he’s ever slept with me and the discovery that he didn’t get up and leave the moment I fell asleep makes my chest feel as if it’s turning inside out.
And for the first time since we got here I’m scared—not about being here in bed with him, but about the fact I’m not going to be here with him for much longer.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sandro
I KNEW THAT taking her virginity had been a mistake the moment it was over.
Not that it wasn’t the best, most exhilarating mistake I’ve ever made.
After holding myself back for so long it had been a blessed relief finally to be inside her. But that, of course, now came with its own problems—namely the emotional connection I’ve been trying to avoid since we got here, not to mention the guilt of having given in to my needs when I’d instructed myself to let her keep her virginity for someone she was in love with.
But after seeing her reaction to Adam’s call, and then hearing her tell me she thought I was smart, sensitive and talented, something snapped inside me. Something primal took me over and I pushed aside all my perfectly logical arguments. In that moment I decided he didn’t deserve the honour of being her first if he hadn’t recognised what an amazing woman she is.
I wanted it to be a great experience for her, one she’ll be able to hold on to for ever and remember with warmth and happiness. And I wanted to be the one to give that to her.
I’m certainly going to remember it, no matter what happens next, because it was truly amazing for me too.
This whole week with her has been amazing.
Spending time with Juno has helped me find a calmness I’ve never experienced before. I think it’s because of the way she listens to me—like she really understands and is interested in what I’m saying—and she treats me with such respect and compassion.
I don’t want her to leave. Not yet.
Now we’ve finally fucked, I feel it’s my duty to introduce her to all the different positions available. I wouldn’t be doing her any favours if she left thinking the missionary position is the be all and fucking end all.
‘Hey,’ I whisper as she begins to stir in bed next to me. I’ve been lying here with my mind racing for the past half hour, wondering how to handle things this morning, but as soon as she opens her eyes and looks at me I simply say, ‘Stay here for another week with me.’
‘What?’ she asks blearily, blinking the sleep out of her eyes and struggling to sit up.
‘I can’t let you go back to London when you still have so much to learn,’ I say, pushing her rumpled hair away from her face. ‘A whole new world of sex has just opened up now you’ve handed in your v-card and I don’t want you going off half-cocked thinking you know it all. I feel it’s my duty to complete your education.’
I wait with bated breath as she stares at me for a few moments, as if she’s having trouble understanding what I’m saying. ‘You really want me to stay for another week?’
I shrug, trying to look as if it’s not a big deal to me whether or not she does. ‘Sure. That ought to be enough time to get you straight.’ I raise a teasing eyebrow.
There’s another heavy pause while she appears to think about it. ‘Well, I guess I could keep working from Florence. It seems to have been okay doing that so far,’ she says slowly, still sounding a little unsure. ‘And it’s done me the world of good being away from London for a while.’
‘Great, that’s settled, then,’ I say, sliding my hand around her waist and pulling her warm, naked body against me, already rock-hard at the thought of all the new scenarios I’m going to introduce her to.
She giggles as I push my cock against her belly, signalling my intent.
‘And then I really should get back. I’ve got so much going on back at home, so many responsibilities,’ she murmurs without much conviction. I get the impression she’s trying to sound offhand about staying on but that really she’s just as taken with the idea of a whole week of fucking as I am.
‘Then I guess we shouldn’t waste any time,’ I whisper against the crook of her neck as I begin to kiss my way down her body, my blood already rushing with the thrill of all the pleasure to come.
* * *
We spend the next few days happily twisting ourselves into ridiculous contortions, in between bouts of laughter and shouts of pleasure, as we find new ways to make each other lose our minds.
By the time the middle of the week comes around I think we’ve done the entire Kama Sutra and have made up a few of our own positions too.
I’ve never had so much fun with a woman and I wake up each morning feeling the dread of time slipping away from me.
I watch her with hooded eyes as she gets dressed on Friday morning, gracefully slipping on her underwear and brushing out her beautiful long hair. It’s less than two weeks since we first arrived here, but she seems like a totally different person now. She’s lost the timidity I saw when we first met at that party in Chelsea. She’s standing taller now, as if she’s proud of her body and pleased with the pleasure it can give her—and other people, though I don’t want to think too hard about that.
‘Let’s take a trip out to Montaione for lunch today,’ I suggest, wanting to capture her interest before she sits down to do more work. I want to spend the whole day with her. It feels important that we do that, now we only have a couple of days left together. ‘It’s only thirty-five kilometres away and it has some amazing views of the Tuscan countryside.’
‘I should really work...’ she begins, predictably, but then to my surprise she checks herself. ‘But I’m not going to today. I can catch up another day. Lunch sounds wonderful.’
I smile, deciding to make sure the experience is as memorable as possible.
The taverna I’ve chosen for lunch is perfect. It’s up high in the hilly town and has sweeping views over the vineyards and olive groves from its terrace.
From the simple menu we select large bowls of fresh, green salad dotted with succulent chopped tomatoes and juicy slices of chicken breast and wash it down with ice-cold white wine produced in the region. A white canopy flaps in the gentle breeze above us as the sun beats down heavily on the terracotta tiles.
‘Ah, this is heaven!’ Juno exclaims after our empty plates have been taken away.
‘Would you like anything else to eat?’ I ask, nodding towards the dessert menu the waiter has left for us.
She pats her stomach. ‘I couldn’t eat another thing. In fact, I could probably do with walking my lunch off.’ She gives me a mock-piteous look, which I can’t help but smile at.
‘Yes, poor you. Let’s take
a stroll through the trees to the south of here,’ I suggest.
Once outside the town’s border, we stroll along the quiet country lane and through a thick forest of trees until we come out into fields of long grass dotted with vibrant red poppies, their magnificent heads bobbing gently in the breeze.
I watch her stride through the field, her arms flung wide and her fingertips brushing the tops of the plants. She turns to look at me with an expression of such ecstasy, my whole body rushes with joy. She looks so perfect there in her white sundress, her normally pale skin now toasted a light honey from a week and a half in the Italian sunshine. Her hair gleams like burnished copper in the sunlight and I take a mental picture of the scene, wanting to remember it for ever.
A little farther along, there’s a lone tree standing in the middle of the field, its branches casting a long shadow over the ground.
‘Let’s sit under that tree and take a break,’ I suggest.
She nods, flapping a hand in front of her face. ‘Good idea—a bit of shade would be most welcome right now.’
Once we’re under the tree, she lies down on the cool earth with a satisfied sigh and I go to join her, immediately rolling on top of her and caging her with my body. I have an urgent need to be close to her, to soak in every molecule of her being.
‘How do you feel about al fresco sex?’ I murmur into her ear as I bend to kiss her throat, which gleams with perspiration.
‘I feel good about it,’ she murmurs back, her fingertips lightly brushing over my back, sending desire rushing up and down my spine. ‘But won’t someone see us?’
‘Not with the grass so high,’ I reassure her, sliding my hands down her body to find the hem of her dress and kissing her deeply, her mouth hot and wet under mine.
It only takes moments for me to shrug off my shorts and T-shirt, suit up and be inside her. I feel the fresh air on my back and breathe in the heady mixture of Juno’s unique scent—sex and the organic smell of the earth around us—and in that moment I know there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
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