Chapter 59
VICTOR
I hear the shower running, and I know that she’s in there. Naked.
Damn.
Fuck me, Victor.
Yeah, I can’t contain myself - I am a hot-blooded male, and she is a hot-blooded woman. I just have to have her. I gently knock on the ensuite door like a wolf on the hunt.
“Hello?”
She calls out like there’s a chance anyone else might be in the villa. But she knows it must be me. She knows I must be on the prowl.
And I’m after her.
“It’s Victor,” I purr through the door. “Can I come in?”
“Yes. Come on in.”
I slowly open the door and step inside the ensuite. The steam envelops me, and it takes a moment for my eyes to adjust to the dim room.
“Can I join you?” I ask the figure standing under the water.
She simply nods. Affirmation.
It’s all I need. And I move straight for her. My wolf's instincts are activated.
The water is warm. I embrace the heat as I step under the streams. The steam covers me.
I kiss her.
“You want me in here?” I ask her.
“Yes, Victor. I very much want you in here,” the girl replies.
“How much?”
She tilts her head away abashedly. “I was just... thinking of you as I stood here.”
I raise a curious brow.
“Thinking of me? In what way?”
“You know how, Victor,” Josie replies.
I smile.
“I really don’t, Josie. Please, enlighten me.”
“Well,” Josie says softly, her lips coming close to my ear. “I was touching myself...”
My own hand moves down between her legs.
And I start to touch her.
“Please continue,” I say. “I want details.”
The girl moans at my touch.
“I was touching myself and thinking of you.”
“Thinking about what, exactly?”
I continue to play with her pussy. The shower water runs around my fingers as I slowly unravel her clit.
“About your hands and the way you use them. About your lips, and the way you use them.”
“I use a lot of things well,” I tell her. “You would attest to that, wouldn’t you?”
“Oh, yes. I definitely would.”
“Good.”
As I touch her, I begin to kiss her neck.
“Oh, Victor...”
This conversation is clearly over.
My kisses move further up until they reach her lips...
And then I’m kissing her mouth.
Her lips are wet. Water gushes down our faces. Our eyes are closed.
And it’s so fucking hot.
Her lips. My lips. The heat.
My hands hold her shoulders. I gently move down until my hands are on her breasts. Her nipples are hard. Her skin is hot. I keep kissing her, feeling her tongue as my fingers pinch her tits.
Her breasts have swelled in desire.
Fuck, I love that.
I love that I’m able to do that to her.
She moans into my mouth. All I can hear is the running water and her unremitting moans as I continue to kiss her and feel her supple breasts.
“Turn around,” I growl in her ear.
The girl nods and moans again.
And she’s turning around.
I take in her naked body with hungry eyes. The way the water dances down her bare back. Her shapely ass. My hands around her breasts. Her legs are parted, ready for me to take her.
And take her, I do.
I’m already wearing a condom, so there’s no hesitation before I’m sliding in.
Josie moans – loud – as I enter her.
“Oh, Victor...”
“Josie...”
My hands glide down from her tits to her clit. Yet again I unravel the most vulnerable part of the body. I rub her as she invites my cock deeper and deeper inside her. With every flick of my finger, I feel her body responding in such a way that I feel like I’m puppeteering her and her pleasure.
The hot shower pelts down at us as I fuck her wet pussy from behind. Her soft, tight ass bounces against my groin as I have my way with her. She pulls her head back as she loses control and lets out a long moan and then screams my name in pleasure...
“Victor.”
I love that.
Fuck, I love it so much that it sends me over the edge.
And, under the water and the steam, I finish.
And Josie cries out in delight.
It’s the best shower I’ve ever had.
“Goodbye, villa.”
Josie laughs.
“Goodbye, villa,” she says, imitating me.
I pull out of the gates to the property and head back on the road with our hire car, leaving the beautiful lake disappearing in the rearview mirror.
Josie puts her hand on mine. Her touch burns my skin in the most electric of ways.
“That truly was the best few days,” she says quietly as we speed through the Italian countryside back to the movie set.
“Yes,” I reply. “It was the best vacation I have ever had, but now we have to go back to the real world.”
“Where everyone knows your name and your face...”
“Yes.”
Josie sighs and tilts her head to look out over the passing fields.
“I hope to go back to that villa again someday,” she whispers. “That was, by far, the best week of my life.”