17. Laccordo
17
L'accordo
The Agreement
Omar
I carefully carry the tray up the stairs. Cecilia was kind enough to put breakfast together and allow me to take it upstairs. Bri was fast asleep when I snuck out early so I thought I’d surprise her.
After our epic shag, shower and more making out like teenagers, we fell asleep. We didn't really talk but we need to. I don’t want to pretend it didn’t happen, and we need to clarify what this all means. Was it a one-night thing? Should we have a holiday romance like we talked about in Florence?
I know what I would prefer, but whatever happens I want to make sure we’re both on the same page. Despite our conversation at dinner, my attitude towards relationships hasn’t changed… I think.
And there’s the fact that theoretically I’m her employee, even though it never felt like that because we slipped into friendship mode pretty quickly.
I gently push the door open and find Bri curled up in bed naked, just as I left her half an hour ago. I balance the tray in one hand and close the door with the other before placing the breakfast on the small round table in the centre of the room. I crawl onto the mattress. Bri’s face is covered with her hair, so I swipe it away from her neck before placing soft kisses on it. Immediately her taste and scent take over my senses and I have to hold back a groan as all sorts of ideas come to my mind.
“Morning,” I whisper when she stirs and keep kissing her. I'm waiting for her to properly wake up, scream at me and declare it was all a mistake. But she doesn't. Instead, she smiles at me and gently cups my face.
“Morning,” she grins. I take this as an invite to kiss her again but as I lower myself, she stops me with her hand on my chest.
“I haven’t brushed my teeth,” she protests.
“I don't give a fuck,” I whisper and place a passionate kiss on her lips anyway. She laughs, rolls away from me and slips her tank top and leggings on.
“I brought you breakfast.” I point to the table.
“Oh my God. You’re my hero,” she groans before rushing to the bathroom.
“Hurry up, Snaily. I’ll eat all of your beloved croissants.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” she shouts through a mouthful of toothpaste. I really wouldn’t dare. I think she’d murder me if I came between her and her favourite pastry. I place one on a plate and put it next to the cup of tea.
“Are you taking the car to the mechanic this morning?” she asks.
“Nope, don’t have to. Cecilia said she spoke with the guy and he’s willing to come over and have a look here before deciding what to do.” Bri nods but doesn't say anything else. She drops into the chair and takes a bite of her croissant.
“Bri... do we need to talk about last night?” I ask carefully. “Actually, I want to talk about last night,” I clarify.
“Do you think it was a mistake?” she says, her face full of worry.
“Truth be told, I probably should but I don't.”
A small smile appears on her lips. “Neither do I… it was just right. I mean, you said it yourself, if I want to have a holiday romance, it should be with someone I can trust who takes care of me, someone who isn’t just after a blowie for his bush-dick. Someone who makes me feel special. And you tick all these boxes.”
“So you want us to have a holiday romance?” I ask carefully. My heart is hammering.
“Why not? “
“There's the small matter that I'm employed by you. I don’t want you to feel like I take advantage of you.”
“You’re employed by Ben, and if anything I’d be the one taking advantage of you,” she laughs.
“Not sure he’d see it the same way.”
“Guess what, we don't have to tell him.” Bri gets up from her chair and hops onto my lap, linking her arms behind my neck. “Look, I don’t see you as my driver, I already think of you as my friend. Neither of us is looking for a relationship but we both clearly could enjoy a holiday romance. I’m not a woman to beg, so if you don’t want to or think it’s weird, then let’s forget about it but let me assure you, I’m serious when I say, I want this.” She’s about to jump off my lap but I hold her back and pull her into a kiss.
“What happens in Europe stays in Europe?” I ask.
“Technically the UK is still part of Europe but what happens on the continent stays on the continent,” she laughs and places a quick kiss on the tip of my nose.
“And once we get to back to England, it’s over?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, just a holiday romance.” I like that idea. I like that idea a lot… I think “No commitment, just a few weeks of fun.”
“Fun and sex and amazing kisses,” she laughs.
“Oh. Amazing kisses but not amazing sex.”
“I've had quite a lot of kisses by now but sex only once. So I think I need to do a little bit more research before I can give you a grade on that,” she smirks. That little minx.
I lift her up and toss her onto the mattress. She squeals.
“Well, let me prove to you how amazing it is.”
“No, Mister, you need to take care of the car and I want a shower,” she slides from my grasp, kisses me one last time and walks off to the bathroom. I watch her leave the room and feel happy. But there's also a dark cloud looming in the back of my mind and I can’t shake it.
This is what you get when you come to Italy in November. The rain is relentless and we run the last few steps back to the B the way her eyes flutter as she unbuttons her shirt, revealing a hint of lacy bra beneath. I swallow hard, my mouth going dry at the sight of her slender fingers working on the fastening of her jeans.
I stride forward, my eyes never leaving hers as I reach behind her, unclipping her bra and letting it fall to the floor. Bri's breath hitches and she sighs as my large hands cover her tits, thumbing the taut peaks.
"You have no idea what you do to me," I murmur, my voice rough with desire. I trace the outline of her ear with my tongue and Bri shivers, her hands gripping my upper arms as my lips trail down her neck.
“Let’s warm up,” I whisper and drag her to the bathroom. I strip off the rest of my clothes and Bri does the same. The shower runs invitingly hot and I step in, pulling Bri with me.
My hands go to work immediately, diligently lathering and exploring every curve of her body, whilst my lips devoured her mouth in deep kisses. Bri's hands roam just as eagerly, exploring me, running up and down my spine, and grasping my bum cheeks.
Bri sighs as I lift her against the shower wall, thrusting my hard cock against her pussy lips. The water splashes against our bodies and Bri's eyes drift close as my hips snap against hers.
"I want to hear you, Bri," I demand, my voice has a rough edge to it. "Scream for me, let the whole place know what we're doing."
Bri's fingers dig into my shoulders as she finds her voice, a lust-filled moan escaping her lips. "Oh God, Omar... I need more! I need you so bad."
Her words almost make me lose control and it takes everything in me to not slip my dick into her warm core.
“No condom, Bri. But there’s something else I can do for you.” I grin and place her back down before sinking to my knees. My lips wander over her stomach down to her mound and over her trimmed hair, looking darker now it’s wet.
I run my fingers through it and make it stand up.
“What are you doing?” she laughs.
“Making a little mohawk.”
“Omar!” She laughs out loud before sliding her fingers over my head and tightly griping my hair. I know what she wants.
I cup the back of her knee and lift one of her legs to rest over my shoulder, giving me access to her clit.
Her moans fill the steamy air as my tongue glides along her slick folds. I'm on my knees, water cascading over both of us, and my focus is entirely on her pleasure.
Her hands are in my hair, urging me closer. I can feel heat radiating from between her thighs, and it fuels my desire to make her come undone. My tongue dips inside her, flicking against her sensitive flesh and making her gasp.
"Fuck," she breathes, her hips pressing forward. I grip onto the curve of her ass, keeping her steady as I devour her with an intensity born from pure hunger.
Her scent is everywhere—sweet and musky—and I know I’ll never forget it. I drag my tongue up to circle around her clit, applying just enough pressure to elicit a shudder.
"Right there," she pants, the need in her voice like an aphrodisiac. "Don't stop."
I'm lost in this moment, focused solely on the taste of her against my lips. The water pounds down around us and it feels like we're in our own little world.
Curling two fingers inside of her, I find the spot that drives her wild. Her body jolts with pleasure and a low moan rumbles from deep within. It's music to my ears.
My mouth never stops its attention on her clit—licking, sucking, driving waves of pleasure through every nerve ending. The heat is building between us—her body coiling tight with anticipation—and I know she's close.
I increase the pace of my tongue against her swollen bud and pump my fingers deeper inside her. And then it happens.
She cries out my name as her body shudders and clenches around my fingers. Her juices flow, mixing with the water, and I drink up every drop.
Her legs tremble as I slowly ease off the pressure, savouring the aftershocks that ripple through her. I look up at her, water streaming down my face, and there's a mix of desire and longing in her eyes.
I stand up and claim her lips in a searing kiss.
"Your turn," she breathes out against my mouth, her hands trailing down my chest to grip onto my hardening cock.
“Bri, that’s not a good idea. I want to come in—” My words are cut short when she swipes with her thumb over the tip of my dick.
I groan at the touch, overwhelmed by sensation, and let her guide me to where she wants me. She positions me under the spray, then pushes me back until I'm leaning against the cold tile wall.
Her hand wraps around my length—hot and slick—and begins to stroke me in a slow rhythm that drives me to the edge. My head falls back against the tiles and a low growl escapes from deep within me.
She cups my balls with her free hand and massages them gently which adds an extra layer of intensity that has me teetering on the edge.
"Stop, please," I grunt as she increases her pace, bringing me closer and closer to that precipice of release. “Bri!” I grab hold of her hand, “Bedroom, now!”
I wrap her in a towel before guiding her out of the bathroom. She drops the towel and crawls on the mattress, giving me a perfect view of her amazing round arse. Who can resist her? Not me! I lie down next to her, the coolness of the linen sheets contrasting with the heat of our bodies, sending shivers down my spine.
I don’t give Bri time to ponder as I crawl on top of her, my lips attacking hers in a passionate kiss. Our tongues slide against each other, exploring and enticing.
"You're so sexy, Omar," Bri whispers, her voice breathless. "I need you now, right this minute.”
I reach for the nightstand and grab a condom. Bri pulls it from my fingers and rolls it onto my throbbing cock. It’s almost painful to let her touch me because I’m so on edge.
I glance down at her, seeking confirmation, and find myself lost in her gaze. With a deep, satisfying groan I slide into her, my eyes never leaving Bri's as I fill her completely.
Bri's hands grip the duvet even tighter, her back arching off the bed in response to my deliberate thrusts. I set a steady rhythm that feels so good that I wish it could go on forever. The bed creaks loudly in time with our movements, but I couldn’t care less if the whole village hears us.
"Harder," Bri demands. "I want you as close as you can be to me." I capture her mouth in a deep kiss whilst giving her exactly what asked for. Her nails dig into my back and she lifts her hips to meet me at every stroke.
"You're so perfect, Bri."
At my words Bri's climax sweeps over her and I feel the convulsions of her body around me. I pump into her a few more times before releasing a primal roar and collapsing on top of her. For a second, I forget to breathe and my senses are filled with her and her alone.
"That was... I can confirm sex with you is also amazing," Bri sighs, her body relaxed and sated underneath me. "I've never experienced anything like that."
I prop myself up on my arms. "You're amazing," I reply. "You are one. Amazing. Woman."
Bri cups my cheeks again, a gesture that fills me with warmth every time she does it. Our lips meet in a tender kiss filling in the gaps left by the words we don’t dare say.