Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Maurizio
This day was just getting better and better and might be the only cure for a hangover I would ever rely on.
I allowed myself a small, satisfied smile at Flora’s bristling at my suggestion for taking this to her room, I assumed her irritation was because she had taken my words to mean that she wasn’t welcome in my bed.
Nothing could be further from the truth, and she would be in no doubt about that by the time morning came.
I couldn’t believe my luck, to have her here, literally in my arms, well, thrown over my shoulder, but clearly the stars were aligning for me with my mother’s plans for an extended stay away with the children, meaning that tonight it was just me and Flora.
All night and I was going to make it count.
My hand was still caressing her behind as I made my way to her rooms. The door was unlocked so I headed straight in and didn’t stop until I was depositing her in the middle of her bed. She looked up at me and fuck me if she didn’t look beautiful in her aroused and dishevelled state.
“I want you naked and I want a do over.”
She lay perfectly still, gazing up at me, her face a picture of confusion.
I retreated until I stood in the doorway then repeated, “I want you naked and I want a do over, but this time I am watching everything and you’re going to know I’m here.”
“You mean—”
I nodded. We both knew what I meant.
A flush crept up her cheeks but in spite of it, she sat up and began to remove her clothes. Her top came first and then she shed everything else until she was down to her underwear.
I drank her in, every inch of her luscious skin that had the slight glow of a fading tan.
Immediately, I imagined her soaking up the sun in a bikini, the two of us lying together enjoying the heat on our skin, the slightly salty taste of her skin combined with the sea.
Fuck! What I wouldn’t give to be on a deserted beach with her, just the two of us, but that would have to wait because right now, here was perfect. Wherever we were, she was perfect.
Slowly, almost shyly, she reached behind her and undid her bra.
With her arms folded across her front, she drew the straps down her arms until she was casting the lacy fabric aside, revealing her perfect breasts to me.
Large, but not too large. They would overfill my hands slightly and her luscious pink nipples that were hard and beaded, begged to be drawn into the wet heat of my mouth where I would suck on them, graze them with my teeth before biting into them, gently at first and then more firmly.
My own erotic thoughts almost made me miss Flora sliding her knickers down her legs before tossing them in the direction of her bra.
She lay back against her pillows and briefly closed her eyes as her hands began to skim across her own flesh; her neck, chest and then she cupped her breasts. I prepared to demand her eyes stay open and on me, but as she closed in on her nipples, the deep blue pools of her eyes were mine. All mine.
Holding her gaze, I was determined not to miss a second of this and the way she fixed me with her stare, I knew she didn’t want me to.
I was in awe of her confidence as she continued to explore her own body.
Her back arched slightly as she pinched her nipples before skimming further down her body until one hand made its way between her thighs that were splayed, offering me an unobscured view of her body opening up.
“Fuck!” I all but growled as I licked my lips, desperate to taste her.
She gave me a tiny shake of her head as her fingers began to delve lower, stroking along her own length, avoiding her clit, simply dancing around it.
Her mouth formed an ‘O’ as she released a tiny moan of my name. I had the willpower of a thousand men because somehow I held back despite how close I was to coming there and then.
I thought back to shy, less assured Flora, and then reminded myself of her confidence on the occasions where she had been buoyed by alcohol, but she paled when compared to this woman before me. She was a fucking goddess and whether she realised it or not, she was mine.
“Maurizio.”
My moaned name left her lips for the second time, the bottom lip that she bit down into once more while I continued to watch her; her chest rose and fell rapidly, her fingers danced through her own wetness before finally circling her clit.
A loud groan sounded around us as her hips bucked at the sensation.
“Show me, tesoro mio. Show me what you want.”
Her movements paused briefly as she fixed me with a stare, her eyes glittering with lust and desire and then with one hand still teasing each of her breasts in turn, she allowed her fingers to slide inside her, fucking herself for both of our pleasures.
“Oh God, yes, fuck me, please, Maurizio.”
“With fucking pleasure.” My clothes were already falling to the floor and I was stalking towards her. As hot as it was to watch her pleasure herself, my control was spent, and I needed to be the one touching her and making her moan rather than simply the thought of me.
In what felt like a split second, I blanketed her body. Nothing had ever felt so right as our naked flesh pressed together. My lips immediately found hers, open and inviting, and I was suddenly a man on a mission to kiss every inch of her body.
“Oh God, yes, fuck me, please, Maurizio.” Her repeated words were filled with desperation and pleading for me to give her what she needed.
The same words uttered as that night when I’d found her touching herself, but unlike that night, I was going nowhere and I fully intended to fulfil her needs. Every last one of them.