Chapter Six #3
She runs her hands down my chest very slowly, feeling the muscles under my white button-up shirt.
Women generally like my muscles, which is why I work out every day between shifts, to maintain the shape that took me so much effort to build.
I like to look at myself in the mirror and see a healthy, capable body.
It contrasts with the thin man I see in my memory, lying helpless in bed, full of broken bones.
I want to distance myself from him as much as I can.
Daisy keeps touching my body, feeling my biceps, my shoulders, and lastly, my abdomen. Her eyebrows rise when she feels the six-pack under my shirt, and I smirk because I love to see my hard work paying off.
“You’re the hottest violinist I’ve ever seen.”
I laugh, taken over by an explosion of pleasurable feelings. Wow. When she decides to be direct, she hits the target with a bomb that burns everything.
If she lowers her hands a bit more, she will feel something really hard.
“You can open the buttons if you want…” I suggest boldly, and to my surprise, she obeys.
The first two buttons of the shirt are already undone because I wanted to lower my level of formality for our encounter and show her a hint of what she’d be missing.
It turns out she’s not missing it… My excitement level rises.
I didn’t imagine this is where we’d end up today, but I’m happy. So ready.
She starts with the third button and works her way down, slowly revealing more of my hairless chest, until I’m all but bare, only my arms covered by the sleeves.
She takes a moment to appreciate my build, her eyes running up and down my torso in a narrowed-eye expression I interpret as longing. Desire.
Then her hands follow, and this time, she touches my naked chest. The tips of her fingers and long nails gently scrape my skin and awaken every cell in my body. They make my veins pump so much blood, I feel heat spreading up to my head and down to my toes and accumulating in my center.
God, I want her. I need her touch. Now. Always.
I put my arm around her waist and pull her close so brusquely, she emits a little sound of surprise. Now the cotton fabric of her top is against my bare skin, and I want to rip it off to feel her heat. Skin against skin. Her plump breasts against my chest.
Fuck, I want her. She’s driving me to the edge.
Then take her. Love her. Show her how much pleasure you can give her , Casanova whispers to me.
She brings her hands to my neck, and suddenly, her fingers are diving into my hair, up to where the ribbons are tied. I wonder if she’s going to remove my mask. We can kiss with the masks on, but I wish we would look at each other properly so I can admire her beautiful face.
She keeps the mask in place but brings my face down to hers. Is it now that she’s going to kiss me? I can’t wait anymore. Fuck. I’m lost.
Glued to each other in a tight embrace, we exchange an intense gaze, only miserable centimeters apart, my nose almost touching hers as one waits for the other to start the kiss.
“You talk about following your heart and your wishes, but you ignore the biggest call of your soul,” she whispers, her lips hovering under mine, teasing me.
What is the biggest call of my soul? Her? Yes, that’s right.
“Violin?” I say, because of course she’s talking about that. I’m too confused. Too lost. Too goddamn in love.
“Yes,” she says, again very softly, her breath tickling my mouth, sweet like honey. Irresistible. I can’t. I’m not strong enough…
“You mess with my mind, Daisy Hogan, do you know that?” I say. I shouldn’t be here. And yet… There’s nowhere else in the world I’d rather be right now.
God, I’m so lost…
Her nose touches mine, bringing me 100 percent to the moment, to her eyes, her skin, her honey breath, her body against mine, her hands on my neck.
Her lips capture mine, and my whole being explodes in sparkles of joy.
Hers are the softest lips I’ve ever tasted.
They are so perfect, so delicious, and I kiss them—oh, I kiss them with all the passion in me.
They have a particular taste. Not honey or pistachio, but Daisy .
She’s the fantasy I looked for in every woman I dated and never found. Until now.
She’s real, and our kiss is extraordinary. It’s hot— flaming —and puts every part of my body on full alert.
I capture her tongue in mine, and she easily succumbs.
It’s like a dance. Our moves are coordinated, our lips made to kiss each other.
I bite her, lick her, and explore her mouth as if I own it.
And every time our tongues touch, I feel her become more weightless; I feel her surrender more to my arms. Tighter against me.
The kiss is arousing her as much as it’s arousing me, and the eagerness only grows on both sides.
Every time she dives deeper into the kiss, she presses herself against me more, rubbing her crotch against mine.
I’m hard, very hard, and that teases her.
Still, we have too much fabric around our bodies.
I want to feel her bare skin, so, so much …
But I don’t dare be naked in a place that’s not really private.
I asked for an hour alone with my guests, but I have no idea how much time has passed. And maybe someone noticed that one of the guests left…
That tells me we need to enjoy this while we can, and my body interprets that information as faster, more intense!
I lift her off the ground, and she promptly wraps her legs around my waist. Kissing her and watching where I walk at the same time, I carry her around, looking for somewhere I can lay her down. The lounge chairs are small, not ideal.
Then I remember the secret passageway concealed between the frescoes on one of the walls. It leads to a chamber where guests used to go for more privacy, back then.
I don’t want to break the moment, fearing we won’t get back to it after an interruption, so I do my best to continue kissing her as I move us there.
I find the passage, push it open, and then follow the small corridor until we’re in a luxurious private room. Daisy puts her feet back on the floor and disconnects her lips from mine to see where we are.
She is surprised to find herself near a bed. Maybe the hotel even allows people to book this suite—which luckily is unoccupied at the moment.
Fear flashes in her eyes.
I quickly hold her face and give her a few soft kisses. No, no, don’t let this end now. I was too fast. Too eager… Dammit.
“Let’s get out of here,” I say, caressing her hair.
We stare at each other for a couple of seconds, both breathing hard, her lips red and swollen from kissing, her hair messy around the mask.
Then she kisses me again. Attacks me would probably be a better way to put it.
I grab her waist with eagerness and spin us around to corner her against the wall. I’m not throwing her on the bed. I’m learning from my mistakes.
She takes my open shirt off my body, and once my arms are free of the sleeves, I hold her face with both hands and kiss her against the wall.
She pushes me a little away to appreciate my half-nude figure.
I wonder if she will also open my pants and release what is craving to come out.
My cock is so hard it hurts, restrained inside my pants.
I try to adjust it, and her eyes go to the volume trying to break through the black fabric.
She takes a step closer and, looking at me, brings one hand to my neck and the other down to the volume in question. She feels it, very gently, which only makes it throb more. If she presses it a little harder…
I take her hand away and bring it to my chest. “Today is about you. Not me.”
She blinks a couple of times as she stares at me, eyes widened, probably surprised that a man is suggesting she should be the focus of a sexual encounter. Especially when it might be the only one we’ll ever have.
It’s painful for me in a way, but also not a sacrifice. Giving her pleasure would give me so much pleasure, she can’t even imagine.
I don’t give her too much time to think about that.
My goal is to make her feel , not think.
I take her face in my hands again and resume kissing her lips, thoroughly and gently.
I also kiss her cheeks, her nose, her chin, her throat.
She sighs, her eyes rolling closed, and I start to feel the delicious kind of pleasure that comes with pleasing a woman.
I lower the straps of her top and realize there’s no bra to be found. Excitement pumps through my shaky body, and I run my fingers over the black cotton fabric. To my delight, all I feel is the tip of a pointy nipple.
More blood rushes to my penis, and I groan as I press my pelvis against hers and run my thumb over the hard nipple beneath her top. So sexy…
“I might have forgotten to put on a bra today,” she whispers against my lips, all sassy, and I know she did that for me, hoping I would notice it… Hoping I would feel it.
God, this woman…
I cup her small breast in my hand, over her top, and squeeze.
She groans. Her breasts are small enough she doesn’t even need a bra, and I hope she won’t use one again while she’s in Venice.
Since she’s as horny as me, I push her top farther down, until it reveals a pointy, rosy nipple, and goodness, I burn a little more.
I kiss her again, now using my fingertips to touch the bare nipple with round movements, pressing it and pinching it, until she’s clinging to me, head back, moaning loudly. My mouth is on her neck, but when she lowers her face again, I capture her lips.
Exposing her other breast too, I touch them with both hands, my tongue twisting with hers, muffling her sounds of pleasure as my fingers play with her sensitive parts just as she had hoped I would.
Nipple touching is very effective for her, it seems, as she’s rubbing against my thigh through the stupid thick fabric of our clothes, her hands gripping both my nape and my arm as she gets closer and closer to an orgasm…
I decide to help her even more. While still tongue-kissing her, I move one hand to put pressure on her clit over her skirt and panties as I continue the touch on her breast with the other hand.
She kisses me fiercely, ferociously, until she’s so surrendered to her pleasure that the rubbing combined with a little bite on her lower lip gets her there.
She emits a loud moan, and her pleasure spasms intensify as she presses her body against mine, again and again. I help her by keeping up the pressure. The teasing movements. The kiss.
It lasts long. She almost screams, but I shut her up with a kiss, and so she sighs on my lips.
The sounds of her orgasm are music to my ears.
I gave her this moment. In this wonderful place, where so much libertinism played out in the shadows.
We left our legacy in the history of a Venetian palazzo .
One more secret among many that will forever be kept inside these walls.
I move behind her and gently kiss her neck as she regains her breath and returns to reality. I pull her straps up until her top is properly covering her. She tilts her head toward mine, then lifts a hand to touch my face. I cover her hand with mine and turn slightly to kiss her palm.
“Thank you,” she says, and I chuckle, finding it funny to be thanked for something I wanted to do so badly.
“You are so very welcome, Daisy Hogan.”
She looks at me, her face turned to the side, and I sense she wants to face me, but I keep her where she is, her back against my chest, ass against cock.
“What about you?” she asks, probably ready to give me the pleasure she thinks I was denied.
I smile. “I’ve had more than I’ve ever dreamed, so don’t worry about me.”
I can’t see her expression, but right now, it doesn’t matter. I put my face between her shoulder blades to smell her flowery skin for the last time before reality catches up.