29. Chapter Twenty Nine
Chapter Twenty Nine
Vincenzo
“ I ’m sorry, I shouldn't have gotten so carried away in the restaurant.”
“Don’t be sorry, Emilia. I don’t need encouragement when it comes to you. All I can think about is the next time I can kiss your plump lips, play with those gorgeous tits, and get inside that tight cunt of yours.”
“You aren’t helping, talking dirty like that,” she says with a laugh.
I turn the car around and head towards the gallery.
The space is still full of sexual tension, and I can feel Emilia’s eyes on me as she turns slightly in her seat to face me.
I reach over and grab her hand, then bring the back of it up to my lips.
Intertwining our fingers, I kiss each knuckle, then nip at her fingertips, which makes her squirm in her seat.
She gently pulls her hand from mine, and drops it to my lap, where she strokes my leg, squeezing the inside of my thigh as she runs her hand up the length and back down, getting higher and higher each time until her knuckles brush against my hard cock.
“Oops,” she says with feigned innocence.
“Oops?” I snort incredulously.
“Total accident. It was a bump in the road. The suspension is quite stiff in sports cars and all that.”
“Uh huh,” I say, unbelievingly.
She turns completely sideways in her seat, and boldly grabs my cock, then starts to rub me through my pants.
“Another bump in the road?” I ask, my voice thick with desire.
“Yup. It’s like you’re aiming for them.”
I look over, her face the picture of innocence as it lights up intermittently under the streetlights that flash by.
She fumbles for my belt one handed, the lap sash of my seatbelt making it difficult.
With a cute growl of frustration, she gives up on the belt and just goes for the fly on my pants instead.
“Emilia,” I say her name in warning as she slips her hand inside my pants. She tugs at my briefs to pull my length out from the flap; a thrill shoots through me as my cock is exposed to the cool air.
“How far are we from the gallery?” She leans forward and pushes her head underneath my arm.
“Not close enough. This is dangerous, Emilia…” I grind out as her tongue flicks the tip of my cock.
“You better hurry then,” she retorts, then swallows half of my hard length down and sucks, hard.
“FUCK!” I fight against the urge to close my eyes as bolts of pleasure rush through my whole body.
“Baby, you have to stop. I can’t drive like this.
” I plead, but she ignores me and sets a punishing pace.
Her head bobs down as she swallows me whole down her throat, gagging at the self-inflicted intrusion.
I slam on the brakes and pull into the closest driveway, yanking on the handbrake before releasing my seatbelt as she pulls back off my cock.
She releases the clasp on her seatbelt then lifts her skirt and scrambles over the console as I undo my belt and shove my pants down my thighs; my rock-hard length springing back out of my pants.
I grab her hips as she climbs on my lap. Emilia grips my cock and lines herself over the top of it before sinking down to the hilt, to the chorus of our combined moans.
My hand goes to her chest, between her breasts, so I can push gently to get her to lean back against the steering wheel.
I lift her skirt up over her hips, then fumble for the seat controls so I can recline a little.
When I find the button, the seat moves back and gives me better space to thrust up into her tight hole, while I watch my length slide in and out.
She grinds down on me, rotating her hips as best she can in the small space; her head tipping back against the windshield.
“Fuck, Emilia. You feel like heaven.” Her internal walls flutter, letting me know how close she is as her low moans get louder.
The base of my spine starts to tingle, and I can feel my balls tighten.
I’m not going to last. I lick my thumb then put it down on her clit and rub.
She mewls in response. My hips stutter and I lose my rhythm when Emilia calls my name and shatters; her walls gripping me like a vice.
I thrust up into her once more and pull her down hard by the hips, spurts of my cum filling her as she continues to pulse around me and I push myself into her a few more times, the sensation almost to the point of pain, but I am determined to wring every bit of pleasure out of her orgasm.
She slumps forward against my chest, and I run my hands over her back as we both slowly come down from the high. Once our breathing eventually evens out, I lift Emilia off my softened cock and help her back over the console and into her seat.
“We nearly made it back to my place,” she says when she looks around the outside of the car. As I lift my hips to right my clothing, I realise that I had actually pulled into the loading bay of the gallery.
“You’re lucky we didn’t crash, pulling that stunt, Emilia,” I say, though my heart isn’t really in the admonishment.
“Meh. Worth it,” she says with a beaming smile.
I pull her in for a heated kiss, running my tongue along the seam of her lips to demand entrance.
“Nope. You can stop right there, Mister. I have work to do, so we can properly celebrate tomorrow.”
She pulls back and goes to open her car door, but I grip her hair and tug her back to me, her shocked gasp giving me the opening I need to devour her mouth. A moan comes from her before she untangles my fingers from her hair, then she pulls back slightly to rest her forehead against mine.
I slide out of my seat, quickly rounding the bonnet of the car, so I can open her door and hold out my hand to help her out. I pull her flush against the front of my body, and push the door closed before I take her mouth again, walking her backwards until her back hits the now closed door.
“How about I come and help you with that admin, and then we can keep the celebration going tonight?” I growl into her ear, as I grind my now growing length against her pelvis to let her know exactly the kind of celebration I mean.
“You’re killing me, Vincenzo,” she groans, then pushes against me with her hips.
I take advantage of her bowed back, gripping her ass cheeks in my hands, as I pull her tightly against me.
I nip at the sensitive flesh of her neck; feeling the shiver of pleasure that goes through her.
She brings my mouth back up to hers and swipes her tongue against mine; the groan from a moment ago becoming a moan.
“Your delectable mouth says no, but your body screams yes. Let me come upstairs, Emilia.”
Her hands push my shoulders back, and I take the hint and ease my body off hers.
“Tomorrow. You will just have to take the time and think of all the creative ways you want to celebrate.” Her soft kiss takes the sting out of her rejection.
“Tomorrow, then,” I sigh.
I kiss her one last time before gripping her shoulders and turning her towards the building.
I stand there and watch as Emilia takes her keys out of her clutch.
I don't move from my spot until she is safely inside, the lights on the bottom floor shining through the single high window, before flicking off again.
I track her movement in my mind as I imagine her moving up the stairs to her apartment. The lights are already on up there.
As I climb back in my car, I hesitate. I don’t want to leave, even though Emilia doesn’t want my help. I smirk as an idea forms. Determined, I climb back in my car and take off quickly to put my plans into motion.