Chapter 48
Chapter Forty-Eight
Flora
“Well, who do we have here? Little Miss I Got Some Last Night and have had to do the walk of shame!”
I laughed as Maddie offered me the cup of tea she had made for herself before making another one.
“Good night?” She immediately waved her hand at me, dismissing her own question. “Your grin and glow suggest it was, as does your freshly showered state. Is that one of Maurizio’s T-shirts?” She shook her head.
“Better than good.”
“How much better?”
“Like a million times, I am struggling to walk better.”
“Fuck!” My sister’s eyes were wide as she pulled me to sit next to her on the stools at my small breakfast bar. “Tell me everything.”
“Eww! No, you do not want to know.”
“I do.”
I cackled as I reached for the toast she had already made and had only taken one bite from. “I am not giving you a blow by blow account.”
“I’d tell you.”
I laughed, more at her accompanying pout. “But I wouldn’t want to know.” She looked genuinely disappointed. “Okay, but not too many details.”
With a grin and a clap, she leaned back into her seat as if this was story time.
Maddie had been near silent as I had told her what Maurizio had said to me about my lipstick and his cock.
I also mentioned him saying I’d be screaming his name.
I held her rapt attention as I told her that I had taken charge initially and delivered what I had believed to be a mind blowing blow job, followed by Maurizio turning feral.
I hadn’t given the details of him undressing me, using my stocking to tie my legs to his bed before settling between my spread thighs and setting about driving me to the edge of orgasm over and over and over again.
I had indeed screamed his name, begging him to make me come, but he resisted my calls and continued to edge me closer before withdrawing.
I swear that by the time he retreated for the last time, a light breeze, the tiniest of movements from my legs or internal muscles or a simple look from him would have had me coming without further stimulation.
He'd stood at the end of the bed between my feet and had studied me, surveyed me almost, and then he had shocked me.
“The next time I tie you up, I am going to have your nipples adorned with clamps.”
I had no objection to that. My nipples were and had always been sensitive and I had bought some clamps to try alone, but never quite managed to get the hang of them as I always seemed to be a hand or two short.
The shock was more that I had never imagined the man who had interviewed me all those months ago turning out to be such a dirty talking, dominant kind of lover.
“We need to go shopping, tesoro mio, because I also intend to watch you come spread out before me with a vibrator in your pussy and a butt plug or beads in your ass.”
I had no idea where all of this was coming from, but I had zero complaints if he planned on following through with these threats.
“I want to know I can make you come for me whenever I choose.”
I was at risk of coming right there if he didn’t stop speaking.
“But for now . . .”
He dropped to his knees and with no further words began to feast on me.
His tongue flicked my clit, circled it over and over before moving until he was dipping into my core, drinking my arousal that was coating the whole of my sex and inner thighs.
Then he returned his tongue and mouth to my clit while a finger easily slid inside me all too briefly.
The finger was replaced with something bigger, thicker, his thumb and that is when the finger began to stroke and ease into my behind.
I had never had any interest in anal play, but the sensations these gentle touches triggered, suggested I needed to broaden my horizons.
“Maurizio,” I called over and over as his finger worked its way inside me while his thumb moved faster, in and out, stroking me closer to release.
His tongue continued to lave my clit, bathing it in the moisture of his mouth as well as my own arousal, and then with it engorged and swollen, he closed his teeth around it and I fell apart like never before.
The screams of his name sounded pained and desperate, much like me.
“Oh my God! What the fuck did he do to you because whatever it is, I am jealous. You’re all red and breathless just thinking about it!”
Initially, I had been embarrassed that the memory of that experience had seen me zone out, reliving it, oblivious to what it was doing to my body while my sister watched on, but now, with my sister’s good humour, I felt none of those things, I simply felt happy.
Finishing the last slice of toast, I got to my feet. “I need to throw some clothes on and go down, but if you fancy lunch or something, we can get together.”
“Are you going to tell me exactly how he fucked you a dozen different ways and why you’re suddenly a sexy dominant?”
I roared as I headed out of the room, knowing that as much as I had taken some control, I was many things, but none of them dominant and that suited me just fine.
When I arrived downstairs in the kitchen, Maurizio sat alone at the table with a cup in front of him.
“Good morning.”
He looked up from his phone and smiled. “Yes it is.”
As I moved past him, he reached for my arm and pulled me into his lap and kissed me, gently at first but quickly the exchange became heated until I pulled back, aware of our surroundings that I took in, hoping not to find Sophie or the children in them.
“They’re all still in bed. Sophie came down for a drink earlier and explained that the children had watched a movie with her last night and hadn’t gone to bed until nine so you might have an easy morning of it. Bea starting her maternity leave has also removed one further interruption.”
I laughed, thinking of how many times Bea had walked in on us, not that we were ever doing anything beyond fighting our attraction to one another.
Relaxing into his lap again, I felt the unmistakable bulge in his trousers beneath me. “Missed me?” I wriggled against him, smiling when I felt him stiffen and lurch.
His hand slid into my hair, allowing him to manoeuvre me slightly so that his eyes bored into mine. “Enough that if you tease me any more I am going to bend you over the nearest hard surface and fuck you while I finger your ass.”
Immediately, I was catapulted back to the previous night when that is exactly what had happened.
Once I had recovered and been untied, Maurizio had crawled over me, kissed me and caressed me until I’d been a ball of frenzied arousal again and that was when he had said those words as he’d gotten off the bed and pulled me to my feet.
I am going to bend you over and fuck you while I finger your ass.
The feel of the chest of the marble sink in his bathroom, whilst cold had warmed me, not as much as the realisation that I’d been in front of a mirror that gave me a ringside view to the glory of this naked man and my own flushed complexion as I’d waited for his next move.
I hadn’t waited long before he’d positioned me, folded over, arse in the air and legs spread.
The feel of him moving closer so his arousal had been clear to me, skimming a touch against me had caused a shudder.
His hand had settled between my thighs and he’d explored me until he’d been sure I was ready and then his hand had disappeared and he’d entered me.
Slowly, torturously, inch by inch until he’d been fully inside me.
Then he’d moved, my moans and gasps had been immediate in response.
But they were nothing compared to the sounds that escaped my lips when his hand that had been resting on my lips had made its way to my behind, spreading my cheeks to enable a finger to be inserted there, as he’d done earlier.
This time, as he’d pounded me from behind, his finger had matched the rhythm perfectly, stride for stride until I couldn’t decipher where the pleasure building within had been coming from.
This was possibly the most erotic moment of my life, and then he’d took the eroticism off the scale by holding my hair in the nape of my neck with his free hand, fisting it like a ponytail and then he’d gently raised my head so I saw the moment unfold in the mirror.
The reflection of us both passing the point of no return with each other, because of each other.
Maurizio’s deep chuckle brought me back to the kitchen where I still sat on his lap. “Good to know last night was memorable.”
I flushed and attempted to get up, feeling awkward to have been caught reliving the moments from the night before.
“Hey,” he said, pulling me tighter against him. “Last night was phenomenal.” A gentle kiss landed on my temple before I froze to the spot when I saw Sophie in the doorway looking as though she was about to retreat had she not been seen.
“Sorry.” The other woman looked as awkward as I felt.
“I might need to start walking heavier or have a bell attached to me, like a cat.” She seemed to be rambling as I wondered if adding the option of moving out would be well received.
“At least it was me and not the children,” she added, and I regretted having not offered her the alternative option to avoid finding us in the kitchen again.
“Indeed,” Maurizio said, then with a smile at me, addressed that issue. “I think we should tell the children that Flora and I are dating . . . obviously not in those terms, but that we are friends.”
“Friends that kiss?” I wanted the floor to open and swallow me up but Maurizio simply laughed and nodded. “Mo, can we meet at one o’clock today?”
Why were they meeting? All intentions of getting some actual answers about Sophie’s presence in the house had been lost the night before. Lost in lust, orgasms, and declarations of love.
“Of course. Text me the location,” Maurizio said, getting to his feet and placing me on mine. “I have to go,” he told me as he landed another kiss to the top of my head.
I was dreading being alone with Sophie and was beyond relieved to hear the sounds of the children’s chatter as their feet could be heard padding down the stairs.
Sophie made herself scarce for most of the morning and by noon she had left the house looking emotional and fearful. I didn’t have time to dwell on either of those things as Maddie appeared as I prepared lunch. The children were playing nearby and turning to see Maddie they smiled and waved.
“Hey, you two, how’s it going in the world of twins?”
I laughed as Rosie’s face morphed into a disapproving scowl to match my own.
“Daddy says we’re twins by birth, not personality.”
Maddie turned to me and mouthed what the fuck, making me laugh louder.
“That means we are twins but we should be treated differently,” Craig clarified, assuming Maddie hadn’t understood what his sister had said.
“We always wanted to be twins,” Maddie told the children, joining them on the floor where they were surrounded by construction pieces and small world toys.
“Really?” Rosie asked, her interest summoning me to join them.
“We did,” I confirmed. “Maddie is my big sister, but only by a little bit.”
“A very, very little bit,” Maddie told them, holding her thumb and finger apart by the tiniest of fractions.
“But lots of people thought we were twins, especially as we look a little bit alike.”
“And you’re both girls,” Craig said while Rosie nodded.
“Lots of people don’t think we’re twins because I am a girl and Craig is a boy.”
“Hmm, well Flora and I were really close and such good friends, like you two, so we decided we wanted to be twins but we couldn’t be, even if we were double trouble.”
“We get called double trouble too!” Craig laughed and Rosie joined in.
“You have to be in your mummy’s tummy together to be a twin.” Rosie was intent on clearing up any confusion on our sibling status.
“And we weren’t,” I confirmed for them.
“Do you have a mummy?” Craig looked confused. “I haven’t ever seen your mummy. Daddy has a mummy, Nonna, and Mummy has a mummy, but she lives a long way away with Grandpa so we only see them sometimes.”
“Daddy says we don’t need another Grandma as we have Nonna and she makes up way more than one Grandma.”
Maddie and I both laughed at Rosie’s repeated words of her father but came to a stop when a voice interrupted.
“Ain’t that the truth.”
“Uncle Nico!” The children called, making a beeline for their uncle leaving me and Maddie to get to our feet.