Chapter 25 - Arko
I poured Bea another glass of mulled wine and walked over to where she sat perched on the edge of a couch, gossiping with Alena and Anja.
“And then, we got lost in the streets of Cinque Terre because Arko refused to use a map!” she was telling my sisters. “He claimed he’d been to Cinque Terre before, so he knew the routes.”
“You’re joking!” Anja encouraged her further. “He went like a decade ago!”
“Complaining about me again, while I slave away to bring you wine?” I teased, kissing the top of her head as I passed her the glass.
“I was simply stating facts,” she smiled, looking up at me, and I swear the wind knocked the breath out of my lungs. She looked beautiful, radiant even, with that post-vacation tan glowing on her skin. Just then, Caspian, Kate, Giovanni, and Larissa walked in.
Beatrice stood, walking over to them. “I can’t believe you’re late again!”
“Tell your husband he gave us the wrong directions to this lake house!” Caspian said far too loudly, hugging Bea as he winked in my direction.
“I can’t believe you!” Bea teased over her shoulder. “No wonder Elena and Gastone are still not here!”
We had all gathered at my lakehouse to celebrate the start of winter. It wasn’t really an occasion, but Beatrice insisted Christmas month was a whole thing, and we had just returned from Italy, and dearly missed our family. The past year flew by so fast, and with that, our ties only strengthened.
“Don’t tell me you guys took directions from Arko!” My traitorous brother Anton flung an arm over my shoulder, the little eavesdropper. “Remember that time he got us lost on that hike?”
“Enough, enough.” I glared playfully. “I’ve got plenty of stories of my own. Let me tell you what Bea did in—”
Just then, Bea gasped and smacked her hand over my mouth, looking mortified.
“Don’t you dare.” She leaned in and whispered in my ear, her lips brushing the soft skin of my lobes.
The teacher, along with the memory of exactly what she did in Rome and what she wore while doing it, had heat flooding down my spine.
I grabbed her by the waist and twirled her around until her back was cushioned up against my chest. I leaned down too, now whispering in her ear. “Then stop teasing me…”
I felt her arch her back, saw the flush in her cheeks. She pulled away from under my arm, and time froze still as I looked into her beautiful brown eyes, which shimmered hazel in this light.
She leaned up, curling her arms around my neck. “Talking about Rome…you think they’ll miss us if we disappear for a while?”
“I never did show you the bedroom in this place properly, did I?” I asked, giving her a devilish grin.
“I hate when you don’t keep promises.” She bit her lower lip, her hooded gaze dropping to mine.
Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the thrill in the rebellion, but the next thing we knew, Bea and I were sneaking out of the living room.
“Hey! Where are you two going?” Federico shouted after us, but it was soon followed up by some strict admonishment on Autumn’s part.
“We aren’t even trying to be subtle,” Beatrice laughed as we ran up the stairs.
“Fuck subtle,” I said, scooping her up in my arms the minute we reached the top, carrying her to the bedroom at the end.
We walked in, and I set her down on the floor, kicking the door shut behind me. My eyes never strayed from Beatrice, and I watched as she stood there, her lips half-parted, a naughty smile playing on her lips, her cheeks utterly flushed, and her eyes wrecked.
“What story were you going to tell about me again?” she asked, walking over toward me. My eyes fell to her hips and how they swayed. My hands grabbed them as she neared, reaching for my buttons.
“Well, well, well, Mrs. Pavlov,” I whispered, kissing the nape of her neck as she worked on the buttons. “There were far too many, but Rome came to mind.”
“Yeah?” Her voice turned sexy as she shed the shirt off my back. I reached for her dress, sliding my hands up her thighs and hooking my fingers through her panties. She gasped, and her voice was a whisper. “You really liked that thong, didn’t you?”
“Tell me you’re wearing a thong tonight,” I groaned, reaching for the back of her ass. When I found just skin, I felt the heat rush to my cock. I squeezed, smacking her ass for good measure, before soothing out the sting with my hand.
And from that point on, we were feral. She reached for the back of her dress, letting it fall. I reached for my belt and threw it across the couch. She tugged down my trousers, while I slid off her panties.
And then, we were gloriously naked together. I stood there a moment, just taking my time to admire this insanely beautiful woman in front of me.
“I still can’t believe you’re mine,” I whispered, gently grazing my finger against her lips before trailing down to her breasts. She arched as I circled her nipples, watching them pebble pink and dark beneath my touch.
She gasped and jerked when I dipped my head, taking my tongue to one of them. God, I could smell her skin, vanilla and divine. Immediately, I felt my cock lurch against my leg. She must have felt it, too, because she pulled at my hair, bringing me to a stop.
“What?” I asked, indignant at not being given the pleasure of enjoying her.
“Remember,” she whispered, dropping to her knees seductively slow. “We have guests waiting downstairs.”
“How can I forget when you remind me every five seconds?” I groaned at the sight before me, and being weak in her presence and unable to stop whatever Beatrice wanted to do, I twined my hands through her hair.
From where I stood, she looked like sin.
I watched as she pulled down my boxers and how her eyes widened at the sight of my cock.
From that first stroke of her tongue, along the underside of my cock, I was a goner.
I let my head hit the door as she took me in my mouth. Her tongue, wet and soft, slid all the way down to my cock, and I felt the blunt head hit the back of her throat.
“Oh, fuck,” I hissed through my teeth, tightening my hold on her hair to remember this wasn’t a dream. Her mouth felt tight and perfect, warm and calling.
She bobbed her mouth up and down, teasing the tip of my cock with her tongue, then putting pressure along the nerves on my cock.
I felt her watering mouth drip down the edges, felt her throat close up from how deep she took me, and before I shattered right there, I reached for her shoulders and pulled her up.
“Stop…or I’ll cum right here,” I protested, helping her up to her feet.
“Really?” She gave me a teasing smile, the kind that said she knew just what kind of power she held over me.
“You have no idea what you do to me, do you?” I groaned, tracing my hands up her hips until they rested on her ass. Then, with one swoosh, I lifted her off the floor and over my shoulder, smacking her ass as I took her to bed.
“Arko!” she squealed through a giggle.
“Shush. They’ll hear us downstairs,” I laughed, as I gently chucked her on the bed. I watched as the mattress bounced beneath her, as her body danced to the motion, my eyes falling to every delicious curve, all of which were mine to claim.
I crawled in above her and rested my palms on both her thighs. “Open up,” I whispered, tugging them wide.
I heard her breath hitch in her throat just as my gaze dropped down between her legs.
“God, you look like a feast,” I hissed, dipping my head between her legs.
I felt her lurch and writhe as I slid a tongue up her slit, before circling her with firm, hard strokes.
When she arched off the bed, I placed a hand on her stomach to keep her down, in place, until she was dripping down my mouth.
Once I was certain she was ready, maybe even more so, I stopped and lined my body up to position myself at her entrance.
I looked down at her face, utterly wrecked and flushed, and cupped her chin in my palm before diving down for a kiss. I kissed her like she consumed me, like nothing else existed, and she parted her legs, her hips lifting off the bed to tell me she was ready.
I didn’t break the kiss as I reached between us and grabbed my cock, nudging at her entrance. She moaned into my mouth, throwing herself off the bed, her breasts tantalizing against my bare chest.
And then, I inched into her, torturously slow. She half-cried into my mouth, trying to chase for more, her pussy slick and wet on my skin. That’s when I drove down, deep and hard in one swift motion.
And god, she was a glove. That primal, sweet feeling overcame all my senses, and I broke off the kiss, pulling her lower lip in a playful bite, before placating the pain with my tongue.
“Fuck,” she hissed, once I was fully seated inside her. “You feel amazing.”
“Wish you could feel what I’m feeling now,” I whispered, throwing my head into her neck as I began to move. My hips rolled slowly at first, then as she opened up further, harder.
I knew her body now, and knew exactly how to touch her, how to move to drive her wild. Her nails scraped down my back as I thrust deeper, harder, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.
“God, Arko!” she squealed, throwing her head back against the pillow as she started to tighten around me. I rammed into her then, pounding her in a steady but quick pace, so damn hard that sweat trickled down my forehead.
I knew she was close, and even though I was fucking her so hard that breathing hurt, I didn’t stop. The bed creaked beneath us, the mattress squeaked with each thrust, and Beatrice reached above herself, gripping onto the railing on the bed to stop her body from sliding away.
“Oh my god,” she hissed, closing her eyes. She was close…so fucking close. I felt it in the way she breathed and trembled before me, her pussy tightening in little flutters around my cock, the timing between each flutter falling shorter and shorter.
I curved my hips to let my cock hit a little higher than where it was, and that’s when her eyes blasted open.
“That’s it, baby,” she whined in pleasure. “Right there. Don’t stop, Arko.”
“I won’t.” I thrust into her, over and over and over. “I won’t stop.”
And that’s when she squeezed around my cock and screamed out my name, and I knew she had cum. She lifted off the bed, her breasts like beautiful half-moons, and the sight of her alone, unravelling for me, was enough for me to follow soon behind.
My vision tunneled, and I saw stars as I came with a guttural groan, as her thighs trembled with the pleasure that was sweeping through her body.
I let my forehead drop against hers while we caught our breaths, and we lay like that for a while, with me still inside her.
“Ugh,” she groaned. “We have a party going on downstairs.”
“We do,” I chuckled, pulling out of her and falling to my back. She nestled closer, and I placed the crook of my arm below her neck, pulling her tighter and closer.
Below us, the sounds of the party continued, voices and laughter drifting up from the stairway.
“That would be nice, but we should probably go back down,” Beatrice murmured, though she made no move to get up.
“Probably,” I agreed, but I didn’t want to let go of Beatrice.
She propped herself up on her elbow to look at me, her eyes soft in the dim light. “Did you ever imagine we’d end up here? With our families actually getting along?”
I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Never. Not in a million years.”
“And yet here we are,” she smiled, leaning down to kiss me softly.
“Here we are,” I smiled, pulling her back against me. The party could wait a little longer. Right then, I was far too busy enjoying the company of the woman I loved.
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THE END