Chapter 10
RAFFA
My mind spins as I follow Ida onto the dancefloor, where everyone is swaying to a slow number that the DJ’s just put on.
What are we doing?
Is this a good idea?
Do I even care right now?
We find a space near the back of the room, close to a huge window looking out to sea. The sun is starting to set and the sky is bathed in a vibrant mix of pink and purple hues, making the whole scene glow with an otherworldly light.
It’s absolutely stunning.
But it’s still not as mesmerising as Ida.
Her smile is wide and genuine as she moves towards me, pressing her body against mine, wrapping her arms around my waist and pushing her breasts against my chest. She’s not that much shorter than me, so we fit together well and she’s able to turn her head and rest her cheek on my shoulder.
We begin to move together in perfect time to the music, our rhythms perfectly in sync.
I really like this woman.
Too much, if I’m being honest.
And I’m finding it really hard not to admit to that out loud. Although, it’s probably pretty clear from the instinctive way my body’s reacting to every single thing she does.
Oh man.
My head is spun and I’m on ultra-high alert, every one of my muscles taut, every nerve-ending alive with sensations I’ve not felt in ages. If ever.
No one has ever turned me on the way Ida does.
As if she’s read my thoughts, she lifts her head and turns to look me right in the eyes, her mouth slightly open so I can see the shine of her white teeth.
Her gaze drops to my mouth and instinctively I part my lips too.
As I watch, she flicks her tongue over her lower lip, leaving a sheen of saliva there.
I want to suck that lip into my mouth to see what she tastes like.
But I really can’t do that. Not here. Not with all these other people around who would no doubt turn and gawp at us.
I want kissing her to be private and only for us.
Tendrils of her hair have escaped from the loose bun she tied it into earlier. It looks sexily dishevelled, as if it’s about to fall out of its confines and tumble down her back.
Before I can think too hard about it, I lift my hand to find the band that’s holding the bun in place, loop my finger through it and gently tug until it slides out of her hair.
I watch, unable to stop my smile of satisfaction as her hair slips down and swings forwards across the tops of her shoulders.
The fresh, floral scent of her shampoo wafts around us and I breathe it in deep, closing my eyes and enjoying the experience of being surrounded by her alluring scent.
When I open my eyes, she grins and gives her head a little shake, as if to release more scent for me.
I smile back, then push my hands into her loose hair, loving the silky feeling of it slipping through my fingers.
Ida lets out a long, low breath of pleasure from the back of her throat, her mouth forming an O shape, as if she’s on some kind of erotic high.
So I do it again, slipping my fingers through the thick shafts of her sleek waves, before sliding my hands round to cup the base of her skull, my fingers massaging her scalp.
Seeming to love this just as much, she presses her pelvis into mine and I can tell from the widening of her eyes when she draws away to look at me that she’s felt how hard I am. How much I want her right now.
I go to move away, to apologise, but she doesn’t let me. Instead, she tightens her arms around my waist and keeps me pressed against her, rocking into me as if she’s enjoying the feel of my cock pushing against her stomach.
Okay. There’s no pretending this isn’t happening now.
Ida seems to feel the same way because she leans closer and whispers, ‘We should take this somewhere more private. Let’s go back to the villa,’ into my ear, her hot breath bringing all the nerve endings in my skin to life.
Turning around in my arms, she pushes her back against my front and, moving her arms behind her, wraps them around my hips from behind, so she can hold me tightly against her.
Then she starts to walk slowly through the crowded dancefloor like that, towing me behind her, and I realise she’s doing this to protect my modesty, so no one else in the room is aware of the massive boner I currently have for her.
I love her for that.
Once we’re clear of the dancefloor and there’s no one else in front of us, she releases her backwards bear-hug and grabs my hand instead, walking side-by-side with me out of the hotel and down to the wooden walkway leading to our villa.
Neither of us looks at the other as we stride quickly away from the hotel, our eyes fixed firmly on our destination, as if we don’t want to break the spell of this moment.
If we speak now, it might ruin everything.
After what feels like a fucking age, we finally get to our villa and I slide open the door so we can walk inside.
After pulling the door shut, I turn to look at her.
She’s not moved far into the room, only a couple of feet from where I’m standing, but I can see need and anticipation in her expression.
I don’t move.
Neither does she.
We seem to be in a staring competition – an unnerving, tense, but ultimately friendly one – with neither of us sure who should make the first move.
It’s clear there’s going to be a move though. And it’s going to change things significantly between us.
At least I hope that’s what’s going on.
If it was anyone else, I’d definitely think that look in her eye meant she wanted to kiss me.
But I really don’t want to get this wrong. It could mess up more than just this time here with my family. It could end the friendship we’ve been building over the last few weeks.
And I’ll miss it.
Miss her.
Just as I’m thinking this, she takes two steps forward, closing the distance between us, and leans in to kiss me, planting her lips firmly on mine.
And right away I’m lost to it.
My body responds immediately, my blood pulsing hard through my veins and heading straight downwards, making me rock hard again.
Oh man.
Her mouth on mine feels fantastic. Her lips are full and soft and urgent now, like she’s not able to stop herself from doing this, which is a massive turn-on all of itself.
We probably shouldn’t be giving in to this. Not so soon. But I’m hyper aware that the flirty banter that’s been building since we first broke away as a twosome in the chatroom was bound to lead us here.
And the moment I saw her in the airport, I knew. I knew this was going to happen.
In the back of my mind I’d hoped, anyway. Even at the same time as hoping it wouldn’t because of what it might mean.
My head is mashed.
‘How predictable of us,’ she murmurs against my mouth, her grin communicating the fact we’re seemingly having the same thoughts, and I almost pull away.
But find I can’t.
Don’t want to.
I don’t actually care, right in this moment, why I’d told myself not to do this. In fact, I can barely remember my reasons. They can’t have been that important.
Not as important as what Ida’s doing to me right now, anyway.
She kisses me again, harder this time, like she’s aware of my thought process trying to separate us and determined to subdue it.
Parting her lips, she pushes the tip of her tongue into my mouth, then deeper, so I can taste the sweetness of her, and I wrap my arms around her back and draw her body closer to me.
I’m not going to stop this. Unless she wants me to. Which doesn’t seem likely, based on the way she’s responding to me – how deeply she’s kissing me.
Fuck.
Just to be sure I’m not misreading any of this I ask, ‘Is this okay? Is it what you want? I want to be sure you really want to have sex too.’
‘Yes,’ she breathes against my mouth. ‘I really want to fuck you right now.’
Oh man.
That is so hot.
Ida apparently thinks so too, judging by the breathy sounds she’s making, like little pants of need.
Which is also really hot.
I’m lost. So fucking lost to this.
I kiss her back.
Hard.
* * *
Ida
Oh my God.
I’m kissing him. Kissing Raffa.
And he’s kissing me back.
It feels incredible.
I can’t quite believe I caved and kissed him first, but I guess it had to be me to start this.
Not that he seems to be having a problem with that, judging by how hard he’s pressing himself into me and how determinedly his mouth is moving over mine.
Either he’s not had sex for a while, or he’s really into this with me.
I hope it’s the latter.
It’s both of those things for me.
I have a moment of unease where I wonder whether we should stop this while we can – and save our pact – but I’m pretty sure that opportunity has flown already.
How do you come back from a kiss as hot as this?
Because Oh. My. God.
His mouth feels amazing, moving against mine.
He kisses so confidently and he’s holding me firmly to him in a possessive sort of way that makes my insides quiver with joy and the heat between my legs intensify.
As if he’s intuited what I’m hoping for, he skims his hands down to the base of my spine, then slowly lower till they’re resting on the tops of my buttocks.
Finally, this is getting serious now.
And I need it to happen or I think I’ll explode with undiluted lust.
There’s only so much abstinence a girl can take and I’ve never been one to deny myself something I want.
Something I need.
His hands move lower to cup my bum and he pulls me harder against him, his erection pressing firmly into me, stating his intent.
I love how everything he’s doing is so deliberate. It’s a real turn-on. I adore a confident lover.
And he has oodles of confidence.
It’s the sexiest thing ever – someone who knows what they want and isn’t afraid to show it.
I gasp as he lifts me up so I can wrap my legs around his waist and link my feet behind him. Then he carries me fast, almost at a run, out of the living area and towards his bedroom which is on the opposite side of the villa to mine.
I can’t wait to see his room. To see where he’s been sleeping for the last few days. To smell the amazing scent of him on his bedsheets. I’m going to inhale him like an illicit drug.
Oh, God. My thoughts are wild right now.