We walk through to the bedroom and into the bathroom and he puts me down on the counter. “Sit.” He kisses me quickly. “I have to finish shaving.”
Oh…well that’s not the bad things I was hoping for. “Okay.”
He turns his electric shaver on and rubs it over his face as he looks in the mirror. My eyes drop down his body, his chest is broad with a scattering of dark hair. His abs are rippled and his skin has a beautiful sun-kissed glow.
He glances over to see me staring at him. “What are you looking at?”
“You.”
“What about me?”
“When did you get so hot?
He smirks as he continues shaving, I watch him for a while. “Why are you shaving again? You shaved this morning.”
“Because.” He rinses the blades. “If I don’t shave again now, by two a.m. my stubble will be too rough for me to kiss you.”
I smile, Italian men.
“Oh….” I think for a moment. “What makes you think I’m a sure thing?”
Amusement flashes across his face.
“Huh?” I prompt him.
Without a word, he grabs my thighs and pulls my behind toward him in one sharp snap. He pushes me back so that I’m leaning up against the mirror and then lifts my two legs and places them over his shoulders.
We stare at each other as the air crackles between us.
He turns his head and licks up my inner ankle and I feel it deep inside. “Because when you wear slutty little dresses like this, you will do whatever I fucking say.” He pulls my panties to the side and rubs his fingertips through the lips of my sex.
I’m folded in half, up against a mirror with my legs over his shoulders.
Completely at his mercy.
“Won’t you?” he says darkly as he impales me with two of his thick fingers.
“Oh.” I whimper.
He jerks his fingers hard. “Won’t you,” he emphasizes as he waits for an answer.
“Yes.”
With his eyes locked on mine he works me with his fingers, massaging that perfect G-spot that no other man could ever find.
I’m instantly wet and waiting.
“I have a thing for stilettos,” he whispers as he pumps me. “Especially around my ears.” He undoes his towel and his large hard dick springs free. Holding himself at his base, he rubs his tip through my lips and I get a little nervous. In this position, he could really do me some damage.
“Careful,” I whisper.
He cups my face in his hand and leans in and kisses me softly, I smile against him.
This man….
Our lips meet again as he slides his cock deep inside my body and I feel myself ripple around him. He lets out a low whistle as arousal flickers in his eyes.
No condom…. Oh no.
We forgot a condom.
He straightens his arms wide on the counter and slides out and then back in.
Out…harder in.
Oh, fuck it, who cares, I’m not stopping now.
I want him to come inside of me. I want all of it, every last drop.
He gives me another slower pump and then he lets me have it. Deep thick pumps and my body begins to convulse around him. Sucking him in.
The hair hangs over his forehead and a sheen of perspiration dusts his skin. This isn’t a romantic moment; he’s not wooing me in a grand gesture of love. His body has taken over.
He needs to fuck.
Hard.
He wraps both arms around my thighs as he holds them together and close to his chest while he fucks me at piston pace. I look over his shoulder to see our reflection in the mirror wall opposite us. The sight nearly brings me undone, him naked and pumping me, hell for leather with no fucks to give.
Me, totally dressed and at mercy to his pleasure.
So hot.
He grabs the back of my head aggressively and drags my face to his, he kisses me. Rough and unapologetic, our teeth clash and then he bites my neck hard. Goose bumps scatter up my spine as I lose control.
Oh God….
“Come,” he demands as he fucks me. “You need to come.” He screws up his face. “Now.”
I smile, excited, he’s losing control and wants me to come before he does.
No way.
I want to win this round.
He keeps pumping me. “Chesk.” He moans.
“No,” I pant.
He grabs my two nipples and squeezes them. “Ahh,” I cry from somewhere between pleasure and pain, for some reason, the movement contracts my vaginal muscles. I slam hard headfirst into a freight train of an orgasm.
He smiles triumphantly and then pulls out and pulls me off the counter and pushes me down to my knees. “Open,” he commands.
I do as I’m told and he slides his cock down my throat and I feel it thicken and shudder.
What the hell?
He comes in a rush and I gag as I struggle to take him all, hell on a cracker. That wasn’t the ending I was expecting.
Dirty bastard.
He smiles down at me and smooths my hair as he pants, trying to catch his breath.
“Did you bring clean towels?” he asks.
“Huh?” I stare up at him, a mouth full of come, fucked to oblivion and totally confused.
“Aren’t you from room service?” He raises his eyebrow.
I smile. Unbelievable.
He pulls me to my feet and kisses my collarbone, then he turns me away from him and slaps my behind. “Get in the shower, you smell like sex.” He glances down at himself. “Your pink lipstick looks good on my dick.”
“Yeah well.” I shrug casually as I turn the shower on. “Your dick looks good in everything.”
*
“Let’s dance,” Carlo says with an outstretched hand. Anna smiles lovingly up at him and stands. “Don’t mind if I do.”
I watch as he leads her to the dance floor and takes her in his arms, they chat and laugh and I can’t help but feel a little jealous.
Unlike us, they can dance with each other. They can hold hands, and if they so choose to, fall in love.
I look back over the table to Giuliano, he gives me a sad smile as if reading my mind.
My eyes roam over all the people on the dance floor, every single couple here are free to love.
We are not.
Our feelings are forbidden. “Can we go?” I ask.
Giuliano nods. “Yep.” He stands and, unable to hold my hand, pulls my chair out. We walk to the door together, but alone. No touching, no togetherness.
Just cold reality.
We get into the back of the car and once again I’m reminded of what can never be.
Giuliano sits on one side of the back seat, and I sit on the other. Both staring out the separate windows.
Tomorrow we part ways forever.
And I knew that this was coming and I told myself I was prepared for it. But how do you prepare for the end of the world?
He can never be mine, and just for a moment…I forgot.
The car pulls into the hotel and our driver opens the car door. “Have a nice night,” he says with a kind nod.
“Thank you.”
Giuliano and I walk silently through the foyer and get into the elevator, we both stare at the closed doors as we travel up to our floor.
Like flood waters rising, I can feel it coming.
The end is near.
The doors open and we walk silently down the corridor until we get to my door.
I know this is our last night together, but I really don’t know if I can finish what I started.
He can tell too.
His eyes search mine. “Are you going to ask me in?”