Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Maurizio
Once I had put the cups into the dishwasher, I allowed myself a little chuckle at the fact that Flora had checked out my arse.
Not only that, she’d admitted to it, although that had probably been down to the alcohol.
I really did like her. She was the sort of girl a man could lose his mind over.
Every time we got close to making the attraction more, and by that, I meant taking it further, when I gave her the get out, when I implored her to tell me to stop, she did.
Except tonight she had admitted that she didn’t want to, but knew it was for the best to stop things before it went too far, and it was the right thing to do.
If we had ended up shagging tonight, she could have regretted it in the morning, not because it hadn’t been what she’d wanted, but because she hadn’t made the decision with a rational and straight head.
When it happened, and it would, she was going to be stone cold sober, we both were, and with that realisation, I stopped dead in my tracks.
It was going to happen. Maybe not tonight or tomorrow, but it seemed inevitable and when it did, it would be fucking amazing.
I needed to stop thinking about this. About her.
I needed to go to bed and get some sleep.
Well, sleep might have to wait until after a little self-gratification in the shower.
With the house locked and in darkness, I climbed the stairs, stopping briefly to check on the children.
They were both fast asleep and safely tucked up in bed.
I really was incredibly lucky. I now needed Sophie to step up and start to be their mother.
I gave each of them a kiss and left before I woke or disturbed their peaceful slumber.
I turned towards my own room but stopped when I heard a strange sound coming from down the hall. A weird little cry, muffled almost, and I knew exactly where and who it had come from. Flora.
Running on autopilot, I made my way to Flora’s door that was open.
I prepared to knock but didn’t. The cry that was a little louder and slightly more breathless prevented me from doing so.
Slowly, I entered and made my way across her living area, not stopping until I reached her bedroom door that was ajar.
I took a deep breath, a very deep breath, and moved closer.
Fuck! This was not what I was expecting.
Not that I had expected anything. I hadn’t put much thought into it when I’d followed the unmistakable sound of pleasure, although, the sound of Flora’s pleasure was like music to my bloody ears, like a siren’s call, summoning me.
I was only sorry that as I stood at her door, like a peeping Tom in the making, that I wasn’t the reason for her moans of sexual satisfaction.
I was hard. Rock hard and as much as I wanted to reach down and touch myself, to move into the open doorway and watch her, I wasn’t going to.
This was wrong and an invasion of a dozen different things, including her privacy.
I turned to leave, knowing the fantasy of how this could have turned out was going to provide me with my own porn to get myself off to, and then the world stood still for me.
One word left her lips. A single word. A name released on a gasp that said she was coming.
“Maurizio.”
If that wasn’t an invitation to watch, I didn’t know what was.
“Oh God, yes, fuck me, please, Maurizio.”
Any self-control I’d had was well and truly gone because I was now standing in the small, open space of the door, watching Flora naked with the covers thrown off, leaving her body fully exposed. She was magnificent and as it was my name she was calling, she was mine, kind of.
“I’m going to come.”
I had no clue how to play this. Should I charge in and tell her that she was indeed going to come?
For me. That I was going to watch her as she came undone and was going to enjoy every second of it?
Or should I remain here? Concealed, unless she looked directly at the opening of the door?
If I made my presence clear, would it spook her, embarrass her and make her stop?
That was the last thing I wanted, so I chose to remain in my current position.
She had one, maybe two fingers inside her pussy, pumping them in and out, her speed increasing as she got closer to release while her thumb was rubbing her clit.
Her other hand was cupping and kneading each breast in turn, squeezing the perfect pink bud of her nipples until she arched off the bed.
Fuck, if this wasn’t the best seat in the house I didn’t know where was.
Her legs widened further, and her hips bucked as her pleasure built again, taking her to the point of no return.
My own hand had slid under my clothing where I wrapped my fingers tightly around my length I was sliding along.
I was going to come before she did if she didn’t take the final fall over the edge soon.
I felt like a teenage boy watching his first porno and I would look like one too if I ended up covered in my own cum.
“Maurizio.”
Her use of my name centred me, although I did have to check that she wasn’t staring at me, aware of my presence. She wasn’t. She was stoned on her own pleasure and oblivious to anything else right now.
“Yes, yes,” she began to chant. “Please, make me come, let me come,” she begged.
I made a mental note that when, not if I fucked her, I would insist on her asking for permission before she came.
“Lick me, Maurizio,” she cried as her whole body came crashing down. Everything flailed and thrashed as she rode the storm of her orgasm. Her fingers pumped relentlessly before everything became too sensitive and her legs tightly closed.
Fuck! That really was in the top two experiences of my life and the other was the birth of my children.
The way she called to me, totally believing I was there and doing that to her was a real aphrodisiac.
She had asked me to lick her, meaning she imagined me between her thighs, pleasuring her with my fingers and mouth.
Nothing would give me greater pleasure. One day, Flora, one day.
As she calmed a little, I realised that if she looked this way, even briefly, she would see me, so I pulled my hand from around my cock and prepared to leave, knowing exactly what scenario I would be replaying once I got back to my own bedroom and could deal with the agonising ache in my groin.
I took one final look and could have sworn for the tiniest fraction of a second that her eyes passed by the door, lingering a little, but then she closed them.