There was no anger in his voice now. Only surprise and amusement.
“When I put the dress on, I thought you had picked it for me. I had no idea I would be going with Domenico,” I replied, pulling off his shirt and falling to my knees.
Steadily, I unbuckled his belt, glancing upward, looking for a reaction from that magnificent man. His hands were hanging limply beside his body. He didn’t resemble the man who had so terrified me just a few weeks ago. With a quick, confident motion, I pulled his pants down, revealing an impressive erection.
“I can see you’ve been in a hurry, too. Or the meeting you’ve gone to wasn’t of the kind I imagined,” I said, looking at Massimo with a question in my eyes. “Where are your boxers?”
With a growing smile, Massimo shrugged and ran his fingers through my hair.
Slowly, I reached around his hips, placing my hand on his buttock and pulling him toward me. I was only inches away from his penis now. I gently grabbed the base and kissed the tip. Massimo moaned, the fingers in my hair drawing circles. I caressed him softly with my tongue and my lips until he grew steel-hard and swollen. I opened my mouth and slid it slowly into my mouth—all of it—wanting to feel every inch. I pulled away and pushed back at him, played with it, kissed it, and bit it until I felt the sticky fluid seeping down my throat. Massimo watched me the whole time, panting heavily.
He bent down, slid his arms under my shoulders, and lifted me. He kissed me on the lips, stepping toward the steaming Jacuzzi built into the terrace. Stepping inside, he sat me down astride himself. With his eyes looking deep into mine, me brushed his lips against the skin of my face and neck, until he reached my breasts. He softly sucked and bit my nipple, while his hands tightened on my buttocks. Suddenly his finger slid to a place that I hadn’t really felt appropriate if we were to make love. I stiffened.
“Don’t be afraid, baby girl. Do you trust me?” he asked, letting go of my erect nipple.
I nodded, and his finger started to gently rub the spot between my buttocks. Massimo lifted me and steadily but carefully impaled me on his phallus. I moaned, throwing my head back. The hot water intensified my every sensation. Massimo’s movements were steady and delicate at the same time. He was passionate, greedy, but also tender.
“Don’t be afraid of me,” he said, sliding the tip of his finger into my anus.
I let out a loud moan of delight, which he immediately stifled with his tongue. He was impaling me harder and harder. The water sloshed against the walls of the Jacuzzi to the rhythm of his stroking hips, and a different wave—a wave of ecstasy like I hadn’t known before—rose inside me. Everything around me grew as if damped and subdued. I focused entirely on Massimo. With his free hand, he reached under the water and gently rubbed my clitoris. It was like pushing a red button deep inside me. The finger exploring my anus slid deeper and sped up its motion.
“One more,” I whispered, keeping the orgasm at bay with difficulty. “Slide another finger into me.”
That nearly caused the Man in Black to lose control. He pushed deeper inside my mouth with his tongue, and his teeth bit on my lip harder, causing a pang of beautiful pain.
“Laura,” he breathed, obeying. “You’re so tight.”
Without thinking if I should, if I was allowed, I simply came as he said that. With a gasp and then a cry I reached the climax of pleasure. My entire body flushed and cooled down in a few seconds.
Massimo waited until I was calm again and carried me to the bed. I was only semiconscious when he pressed his body to mine and entered me again. He snuggled his face in my hair, and his hips rushed at me, hard. I could feel he was about to come, too. I writhed and moaned, my nails biting into the skin of his back. My kisses on his neck were greedy, and I bit his shoulders, listening to his breathing—growing faster and faster, heralding an explosion. He pushed both hands beneath my back and hugged me so tightly I could barely breathe. His hand clutched at the back of my neck, and he looked me in the eyes.
“I love you, Laura,” Massimo said, and I felt a wave of hot seed spilling inside me. His bliss was intense and lasted for a long while. His eyes never wavered from my face the entire time. It was so sensual and sexy that I felt my own muscles tightening with his, and I joined him. Finally, Massimo collapsed on me, his body taking away my breath.
“You’re heavy,” I said, trying to slide from beneath him. “And your cock is perfection.”
Massimo burst out laughing and rolled over, freeing me.
“I’ll take it as a compliment, baby girl.”
“I need to wash myself,” I said, trying to get up.
The Man in Black pulled me toward himself.
“I can’t agree to that.” He reached out with a hand and took a box of tissues from the night table.
Just as in the airplane, when he had first tasted my pussy, he gently wiped me clean before covering me with the duvet.
We lay in bed, talking, until the sun came up. He told me how it felt growing up in a Mafia family, and about his uncles. About the beauty of an exploding Etna and about his favorite dishes. We ordered breakfast and watched as a new day began, never leaving bed.
“Which one is it today?” he asked, sitting up.
I frowned, looking at him without understanding. “What are you asking?” I wrapped myself in the duvet. “The day? It’s Wednesday.”
“Which day?” he asked again, and it dawned on me what his question really meant.
I tried counting in my head, but the events of last night made it seem like something so irrelevant.
“I don’t know. I stopped counting,” I said, sipping my tea.
The Man in Black got up and went to the terrace railing, propping his hands on it. I rolled to the side and observed him. His buttocks were beautifully toned, small and shapely. His lean legs made his back and shoulders look even wider than they really were.
“Would you like me to set you free?” he asked, his eyes locking on me. I could see the tension in his face. “I’m taking a great risk now, but I just can’t really enjoy your presence when I know I’m making you unhappy. So if you’d like to leave, you can return to Warsaw. I can get you there today.”
I looked at him with disbelief, filled with joy. When a wide smile appeared on my face, Massimo grew cold, and his stare became impassive. He said, “Domenico will take you to the airport. The soonest flight leaves at eleven thirty.”
I sat up, happy and afraid at the same time, looking out to the sea. I could go back! I heard the door to the apartment slam shut. Holding the duvet to my chest, I jumped to my feet and ran inside. Massimo was nowhere to be seen. I peeked outside to the corridor, but it was empty. I went back inside and dropped to the floor, my back sliding down the wall. All the events of last night flashed before my eyes like a frantic movie—the love we made to each other, the fooling around, the talking until the crack of dawn. My eyes watered—I felt like I’d lost something.
My heart ached. I could feel its beat. Was it possible I had fallen in love with Massimo?
I headed back to the terrace and picked up my dress. It was so crumpled I couldn’t possibly wear it. I ran to the bedroom and quickly called reception and asked to be connected with Domenico’s room. Amazingly, the receptionist knew who he was. My hands were shaking. I couldn’t catch my breath. When the young Italian picked up, I was already crying. I said, “Please, come to me.” Then I fell to the bed.