22. Chapter Twenty Two
Chapter Twenty Two
Vincenzo
I lead her to a door at the end of the hallway. With a gentle push, I open it to reveal a beautifully lit room holding my personal collection. Emilia gasps in amazement as she takes in the sight before her. The walls are adorned with stunning paintings, each one exquisite in its own right.
"Vincenzo, these are... they're incredible," Emilia whispers, her eyes wide with wonder. I smile as I watch her walk around the room in awe.
"I've been collecting these for years," I say, my voice soft with pride.
"Each painting holds a special place in my heart.
" I watch as Emilia moves from one masterpiece to the next, carefully studying each brushstroke, as if she's tracing the story they tell.
"This one," I say, pointing to a painting of a woman with her head bowed, her hands clasped in her lap, "is my favourite. The way the artist captured so much emotion, without showing expression in the face, it’s moving.” Emilia stares at me a moment, as if she is really seeing me for the first time.
"It's beautiful, Vincenzo," she says, her voice barely a whisper. “You really have a great eye.” I grip her chin and turn her gaze to me, unable to hold back anymore.
“You’re the most beautiful piece of art in the room.” Her breath hitches, as I drop my mouth to hers. She responds immediately, kissing me back with need.
Our passion increases, and I pull her closer, feeling the warmth of her body pressed against mine.
Emilia’s hands find their way to my chest, gripping the fabric of my shirt as she deepens the kiss.
Our tongues dance together, each movement a promise of what's to come.
I push her against the wall, my hands running up and down her sides, each soft curve of her body committed to memory.
She shudders at my touch, her soft moans against my mouth making me want more of her. Her hands clumsily begin undoing the buttons of my shirt, I break our kissing to help her pull off my shirt. She gasps as she sees the tattoo on my chest; her fingertips trace the swirls of colour.
“Starry night,” she whispers, “it’s beautiful.” She drops her mouth to my chest licking and kissing, causing my whole body to respond to her.
As I feel my arousal grow, I grab her waist and lift her up against the wall.
She wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me closer, as I hastily undo the button and zip on my jeans before shoving them down with one hand, while holding her up with the other.
Once my cock is free, I tear her underwear at the seams, and she lets out a gasp.
I don’t give her time to process what is happening as I thrust into her, feeling her warmth envelop me.
She moans in pleasure, her nails digging into my back as she encourages me deeper.
I kiss her passionately, our tongues colliding as we lose ourselves in the moment.
Each moan I pull from her lips urges me on, the friction of her walls against my thrusts driving me wild. I'm lost to the sensation of her body around me as I thrust harder, feeling her muscles tighten around me, urging me to release.
Emilia wraps her arms around my neck, her legs tightening even further around my waist. “Harder,” she whispers against my lips. I oblige her demand, thrusting even harder, my hips slapping against her with each movement. I feel her body begin to tremble, her moans growing louder and more urgent.
"Yes," she cries out, her nails digging into my back as she reaches the peak of her pleasure. Her muscles clamping down around me; the sensation sending waves of ecstasy coursing through my body.
I let out a groan of my own, feeling my climax release as I thrust deeply into her one last time. She slides down the wall, panting heavily.
“Stay with me tonight?” I ask her, she stares into my eyes as if she is searching for something. “Please, Emilia. Just stay with me tonight.” She bites her bottom lip and looks away.
“Vincenzo…I don’t know,” she whispers, I brush my thumb against her lip and lean down to kiss her. I break our kiss, and she lets out a shaky breath. “Okay,” the word barely whispers from her lips, before I take from them again.
This woman will be the death of me.
I break off our kiss when it starts to turn heated again and take a breather to calm my racing heart by fixing my clothes and helping Emilia fix hers.
“Let’s go finish our dinner and have some more wine?” I ask, holding out my hand. Emilia takes it with a smile, and I lead her back out of the room; closing the door behind us. I guide her back into her seat again and top up both of our glasses.
The silence between us is companionable this time, and we exchange heated glances as we nibble away at our food and sip our wine.
I know the pasta tastes good, but my mind is stuck on the feel of Emilia’s tight pussy gripping my cock.
I put down my fork, my bowl still half full, and lean back in my chair taking my wine glass with me.
“The spaghetti is really fantastic, Vincenzo.” Emilia says at the same time as she puts her fork down as well. “But I’m afraid I’ve lost my appetite for our main course.”
“I know the feeling,” I respond. It’s rare to find a woman who can keep up with my sexual appetite; I might have just found my perfect match in Emilia.
She places her glass down on the table carefully and rises from her seat.
I watch her, my focus caught on her every move, as she sways her hips the few steps it took to get over to where I sit.
I bring my glass up to my mouth to take a sip, but her hand on the base tilts it back, and I end up swallowing down the rest of the wine in a single gulp.
I place the glass down on the table, but my eyes are still focused on Emilia.
With our height difference, I grab her hips and pull her forward to rub my face against her lower stomach.
I breathe in deeply, the smell of good sex and something uniquely her.
Emilia’s hands go to my shoulders as she steps forward, using her body to press me back into my chair, she steps over my legs and lowers herself down to straddle me on the seat.
“I could definitely be persuaded to have some dessert though, if the offer was on the table?” Her sweet smile is a deep contrast to the desire in her gaze. Emilia licks her lips as she grinds herself down on my lap; my cock hardening again.
I take her mouth with mine, licking inside, then grab her thighs as I stand, lifting us both off the chair.
“Dessert on the table sounds perfect to me,” I say with a chuckle as I watch her catch on to my words.
“I didn’t mean-”
Her words are cut off as I switch my grip. I’m supporting her with one arm, while I use my other to shove my place setting aside and lay her gently down on the tabletop; her legs still around my waist. I push Emilia’s dress up and look down at the sight of her glistening pussy.
“What are you doing to me, my Emilia?”
I don’t expect an answer from her, and any she might have given dies on her lips when I again undo my jeans and shove them and my briefs down my thighs.
My hard cock juts out. Emilia’s eyes zero in on my length, so I wrap my hand around it and pump up and down a few times; spreading the bead of precum over the head.
I grab Emilia’s hips and slide her back towards me, pushing her inner thighs open and back, and line myself up with her entrance. I pause when the head of my cock nudges against the entrance of her pussy, waiting until her eyes come up to mine.
Satisfied her attention is on me now, I pull her down at the same time as I thrust forward, my focus consumed by watching my cock disappear inside her tight heat.
Emilia moans low as I pull out and thrust in again, going deeper this time.
I use the force of my thrusts to push her body up the table, and my hands to pull her back down so I can drive into her again.
The table creaks with our motions, but I couldn’t care less.
Let the damn thing break. I’d just fuck Emilia on the ruined piece on the floor.
I set a punishing pace. The room around me echoing a chorus of our moans and Emilia’s pleas.
It doesn’t take long for the tingle to start at the base of my spine, and I double down on my efforts, needing to make her cum before I do again.
I press my thumb down on her clit and rub the bundle of nerves, the move sets Emilia off, her pussy clamping down around me as she screams my name.
The sound sending me over the edge and I spurt my release deep inside her for the second time.