24. Natalia
“That went better than I thought it would,” I say as we walk out of the gala and toward our waiting car.
“If you mean the death stares across the table from your brother all night.”
At least they were stares and not actions,” I joke.
“True.” He smiles as our car arrives, opens the door for me, and I get in and he follows. The vehicle takes off and heads back home. Home? How strange that I’m now starting to think of Alessandro’s place as home. It might be time I went back to my apartment soon just to shake things up a bit.
He reaches out and entwines our hands together as he continues to look out the window of the car as if it’s second nature for him. I hate the giddy feeling it gives me. I shouldn’t like it. But I do. Testing the waters, I lay my head on his shoulder and curl into him, which he lets me. The next thing I know, my eyes become heavy.
“Natalia, we’re home,” Alessandro whispers gently, rocking me awake. I quickly wipe my face in case I was slobbering all over him and shake myself. He holds out his hand for me to take to get out of the car and I gladly take it. My feet wobble on the cobblestone driveway in my heels, and he catches me. Next thing I know, he is lifting me up into his arms and carrying me inside.
“What are you doing?” I squeal as my feet leave the ground.
“You seem tired so I thought I would carry you,” he says as he continues to walk toward his front door.
“You don’t have to. I’m probably heavy,” I tell him as I wiggle in his arms.
“You are when you wiggle like a worm.” He chuckles.
“A worm?”
He opens the front door before kicking it shut behind him and then continues to walk through the dark house. “What else wiggles like that? A limp bit of spaghetti, would that have been better?”
“Slightly.” I grin as I enjoy his strong arms around me. No man has lifted me up and carried me to the bedroom before. The bedroom.
“Are you okay?” he asks, noticing my mood change.
I bite my bottom lip. “You’re carrying me to the bedroom.”
“Yeah, and?”
“I … um …”
“Don’t read into this, Fiorenzo. I can still be a dick to you,” he adds.
“Phew, I was worried for a moment, that I had stepped into the twilight zone with you being all charming and stuff,” I joke.
“Charming?” he asks as he reaches the top of the stairs and walks us down the corridor to the bedroom.
“You’re right, Contis can’t be charming.” I giggle as we reach the bedroom. The door is open as he carries me in, and the next thing I know, I’m sailing through the air and landing on the bed with a squeal, and then I end up in fits of laughter. I can’t believe he just threw me across the room onto the bed. “Why’d you do that?” I ask him as I sit up on my elbows, watching him. He takes off his suit jacket and throws it over a chair, then undoes his tie and does the same thing. Watching a man like Alessandro Conti get undressed is hot.
“Wanted to keep you on your toes, I can’t be too charming.” He grins as he starts to unbutton his shirt. Slowly, I watch as tanned skin becomes exposed inch by glorious inch. “Are you checking me out, Fiorenzo?” he teases.
“Yes,” I answer honestly.
“Good.” He grins as he shucks off his shirt and displays his rippling muscles to me. I lick my lips. How have I been denying myself this man? Alessandro kicks his shoes to the side, then toes off his socks as he slowly undoes his belt all the while keeping his eyes on me. My entire body is squirming underneath his heated gaze. “You can say no, Natalia, if you want,” he states as his hand goes to his fly and stills.
I lick my lips as my mind whirls with such conflicting emotions. I should say no. He’s a Conti. But you’ve already slept with him so what does it matter if you do it again? It matters because he’s been nice, we’ve been having fun together, he’s starting to open up to me, and I hate that it gives me tiny flutters. So, if I keep sleeping with him, then that little flutter might get stronger, and I’m not sure if I can handle that. Not with a Conti. The only direction that can lead is to heartache.
“I should say no, but I don’t think I can,” I tell him honestly.
His slate-green eyes flare with desire as he stares down at me. “In here, Natalia, I won’t ever hurt you,” he confesses as his hand waves around the room.
“Guess that means once we’re outside of these walls I’m not safe,” I say softly.
Alessandro’s shoulders sag a little as he takes a couple of steps toward me, he reaches out and takes my heels off one by one. Then he slides his thumbs into the arches of my feet and a moan falls from my lips. That feels so good.
“I’m sorry you are dragged into this war between our families. I never purposefully went out of my way to do this to you, but …” he explains.
“… but you saw an advantage and took it,” I finish for me.
His strong brows pull together and he nods slowly. “I don’t hate you,” he adds after a couple of beats of silence as he continues to work magic on my feet.
“I don’t hate you either.” Especially if he keeps massaging my feet like that. He stares down at me and gives me a lopsided smirk. “Don’t let that ego get out of control, there is a fine line still between hate and like,” I warn him with a smile.
“Duly noted, I”ll make sure to keep my oversized ego in check.”
“Urgh, why are you so good at that.” I groan as he continues to relieve the aches from my feet.
“I’ve always been good with my hands.” He winks, which has me rolling my eyes at his joke. “Why don’t we go have a shower? I can help relieve more of your aches.”
“Fine,” I grumble, but honestly, it sounds perfect.
Alessandro helps me up off the bed and tells me to turn around so he can unzip me. I can feel his warm breath on my neck as he slowly pulls the zip down my back. His knuckles graze me as goosebumps break out against my skin. I wiggle out of the material and let the evening dress fall to the floor, pooling at my feet, and I’ve never felt so exposed in my life.
Soft lips find my neck as Alessandro gently kisses me. “You wore it.”
Swallowing hard as my nerves kick in, I take a step out of my dress and turn around so that I can see him. “I told you I did,” I state as I stand there feeling vulnerable.
“I know you did, but still, I didn’t think you would because … you know.” He says as he looks me over with appreciation. “Fuck, you look even better than your picture.” Those slate-green eyes roam every single inch of my body, from the swell of my breasts in the satin navy bra that cuts dangerously low, nearly exposing a nipple, but the underwire pushes them up high like they are perfect mounds. He looks down over my stomach to the tiny bikini bottoms I’m wearing. “Turn around again,” he asks.
And I do.
Slowly.
Exposing my perky ass that I’ve honed through years of yoga in the satin G-string.
“Fuck, I want to bite those peachy cheeks,” he declares with a groan, which makes me giggle.
I unclasp my bra and throw it to the side as I look at him over my shoulder. “I’ll meet you in the shower,” I tell him as I move away and head toward the bathroom. I hear shuffling and cursing as I turn around and see him quickly trying to get his suit pants off which makes me smile at his eagerness. Reaching out, I turn the shower on and play with the temperature until it’s right. The next thing I feel is hands gripping my ass, which makes me gasp in surprise. His fingers give my ass a gentle squeeze.
“Let me help with these,” he coos behind me as his hands help slide my underwear off, letting me step into the shower. My heart thunders in my chest, and I don’t dare turn around and look at him as nerves hit me.
“Ouch, fuck, why do you have the shower set to lava? Nearly burnt my dick off.” He moans.
His words break my nervousness, and I turn around to see him pushed up against the glass wall of the shower, far away from the water. Then my eyes drop to where his hard dick is bobbing between his thick thighs.
Oh.
That’s a nice dick. Very nice.
“Natalia, if you keep looking at my dick like that, he’s going to want to do something about it.”
I look up into those pools of green and smirk. “I want you to do something about it,” I tell him. Our problems will still be there in the morning, so screw it.
Alessandro raises a conceited brow knowing he’s won. “Turn around, hands on the wall.”
Oh. Okay. Kinky. I do what I am told. I hear a squelch, and turning my head to the side, I can’t quite see what he’s doing. That better not be lube and he’s thinking he can stick that thing somewhere the sun doesn’t shine because I’m not about that.
“Relax, it’s shower gel.” He chuckles as the cool liquid hits my back and he starts massaging me with it. His fingers get into the tight spots in my shoulders. A moan releases as he gets rid of a knot that has been there for weeks. From his making. True. He has been a great source of my tension so it’s only fair that he works on reducing it. “You’re so tight,” he mumbles as his hands continue to work me over.
“From dealing with you.” I moan back.
“You’ll feel even tighter later,” he whispers into my ear.
“Promises, promises,” I tease.
Then I feel him shift and press himself up against me as he nudges my legs open. His thick cock slides between my legs as he starts to rock back and forth between my thighs while he continues to massage my shoulders. The tip of his dick teases my clit with each movement, slowly building up the sensations through my body. I bite my lip as I push back against the friction, needing more, so much more.
“What do you need, princess?” he asks as his lips touch the edge of my ear, sending shivers over my body.
“Anything, something,” I say as he continues to tease me.
“Then arch that back for me a little,” he commands as he moves back away from me, taking his warmth and friction away but giving me the space I need to get into the position he needs me in. I arch my back, giving him the position he needs from me. “Now take my cock and slide it in, princess.”
I swallow as I reach back and find his hard cock, my hand wraps around the wet tip and guides it to where it needs to be. Gently, I slide it through my wetness, teasing both of us until he is lined up, and once he’s in position, he thrusts hard into me, making us both groan at the meeting. Yes. I feel so full. But the ache is still there. I need more. So much more. His fingers dig into my shoulders as he slowly pulls himself out almost to the tip and slides back in again. He does this a couple more times and it’s driving me crazy. So the next time he does it, I meet his thrust and push back on him which makes him chuckle.
“You have a greedy little cunt, princess. She’s going to have to wait till I’m ready. She can’t always be the one in control,” he says. I ignore him and do it again. Then I feel a hand slap against my ass, making me clench tightly around him.
“What was that for?” I ask, surprised by the sharpness against my bare ass.
“You weren’t listening, princess. I’m in control tonight. I’m taking what I need when I need it.” He growls at me as he thrusts into me, hard. This time I don’t push back. “Good girl, you’re learning.” I can hear the smile in his voice, and his praise does things to me. “I’m going to need you to touch yourself while I fuck you because I’m choking on the steam in this shower as it’s set to sauna levels. Then I can take you to the bedroom and take my time with you.”
Oh.
“Fingers on your pussy, princess. Rub it, tighten that cunt around me.” His dirty talk spurs me on and I do as I’m told. I’ve never touched myself while someone’s been inside me. My fingers slide over my clit, and I can feel him moving inside me. It’s hot. The sensations are setting my body on fire, which is helping me push closer to the edge. “Keep going, princess. I can feel how fucking tight you are around me.” I bite my lip and concentrate on the sensations that continue to build within me until I can’t take it any longer, and we both push me over the edge. I tighten around him as he continues to pump inside me. His strong strokes start to falter, and I can feel he is getting closer until he then pulls himself completely out of me and the wetness coats my back as he roars his release.
That’s hot.
He gives my ass a hard slap. “Fuck, Natalia, seeing me all over your back is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Then he reaches out and rubs it into my skin as if tattooing himself to my body. I move out of his grasp, stand up, and turn around.
“Maybe next time you could aim for here,” I say, pointing to my breasts, “or here,” to my stomach, “and if you’re really good, here.” I grin as I open my mouth and stick my tongue out.
“Fuck,” he curses as he stares at me. Then, the next thing I know, he is pushing me up against the tiles of the shower, and his lips are on mine in a savage kiss. His hands cup my jaw as our tongues duel, we continue like that for ages until I can feel him hard again against my thigh and my own pleasure surging through me. He then drops a hand and slides it between my thighs as he continues to kiss me, and wordlessly, he plays with my sensitive clit, building the throbbing between my thighs to a nuclear level. Then he slides not one but two fingers into me, stretching me, while I hump his hand. I’ve never been able to go again so soon, not with a partner, but to be fair, most partners once they’ve come that is it, they’ve never bothered for more. It doesn’t take me long till I am clamping down against his fingers and moaning into his mouth as he pulls another orgasm from me. He steps away from me with a satisfied grin. My lips are swollen and my body is short-circuiting with jolts of tingles fluttering all over me from two orgasms.
“Let’s get you cleaned up so I can dirty you up again.”