“Are you okay?”
“Yes, more than okay.” I open my eyes and see him kneeling between my legs, sporting a raging hard-on.
I lean on my elbows, and the movement makes my tits bounce inside the confinement of my bra. Alistair’s gaze drops to the girls, and I panic, covering them with my arm.
He gently pushes it out of the way and caresses the skin just above the bra line. “Don’t hide them from me, Chiara. They’re amazing.”
He’s looking at my breasts like he wants to eat them up. I always thought they were too big for my petite frame, but here is Alistair, the sexiest man I’ve ever met, completely turned on by them.
Feeling courageous, I sit up and reach for the clasp behind my back, deftly unhooking my bra using only one hand. My girls spill free, and I get a warm feeling in the pit of my belly when Alistair’s eyes turn as round as saucers.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” He covers my mouth with his before I can protest and cups my right breast with his rough palm. I reach for his erection, resuming what I started.
He abandons my mouth to trail wet kisses down my chin, my neck, and collarbone before going straight for the kill. When his warm tongue swipes against my nipple, a shiver runs down my spine. Alistair makes lazy circles around the tight bud while I keep a steady pumping motion on his cock. I can tell he’s on the verge of losing control completely. I never thought I would say this, but I love the feel of his scruff against my sensitive skin.
He lets go of my nipple with a loud, wet sound and leans back, breathing hard as if he just ran a marathon. He stares at me for a few intense beats before jumping off the bed.
“Where are you going?”
He looks over his shoulder with a smirk on his lips. “Patience, Goldilocks.”
“Goldilocks?”
“Didn’t you say I looked like a cuddly bear earlier today?”
I cross my arms in front of my chest and pout. “I’m not sure I like that nickname either.”
Alistair laughs and heads to the bathroom, returning a few seconds later with a box of condoms in his hand.
This is it. We’re really doing it.
The jitters take over again, and to hide my reaction from him, I lie back down and stare at the ceiling. I hear the sound of foil wrapping being torn, and a moment later, Alistair is between my legs again. Placing his forearms on each side of my head, he stares at me as if he’s committing every detail to memory.
“You’re beautiful, Goldilocks. I could stare at your face all day.”
I shake my head while my fragile ego rejoices at the compliment. I bet he says that to all his conquests.
He leans closer, and I feel the tip of his erection at my entrance.
“You can say no.”
I frown. “Why do you keep trying to make me give up having sex with you?”
“Because I’m damaged goods, Chiara.”
I see it then, the glint of vulnerability in his gaze. Someone hurt Alistair deeply, and I feel a crazy urge to find the woman and kick her ass.
Capturing his face between my hands, I bring his lips to mine. Now it’s my turn to start the assault. His tongue dances with mine, but he’s still holding back. I raise my knees and cross my legs at the ankles, trapping him. He loses the battle, and with a precise push, he’s inside me, filling me completely. He waits a couple of seconds, giving me time to get used to his girth before he pulls away, only to slam back inside. I would have cried out if my mouth wasn’t occupied. I do manage to make some kind of sound, and Alistair asks me if I’m okay.
“Yes. Please don’t stop. You feel so good.”
“You’re so tight. I could stay inside you forever.”
He kisses me again, his tongue matching the rhythm of his hips slamming into mine. He’s as good as his word and stays with me, pounding into me over and over until I have the most intense double orgasm of my life.
“That’s it. Come for me, Goldi.” He bites my shoulder to muffle his groan, not hard but enough to shoot a spike of pleasure down my spine.
Shuddering, he brings his face to the crook of my neck as he rides the wave of his own release. After one final thrust, he rolls off me and pulls me against his chest. We stay in that perfect lover’s embrace, frozen as we wait for our shallow breathing to return to normal. I snuggle against him, closing my eyes and pretending we’ll have many nights like this, even knowing I’m probably nothing more than a summer fling to him.
8
Chiara
The morning light comes streaming through a crack in the curtains, waking me from the most peaceful night of sleep I’ve had in a long time. My fuzzy brain takes a few seconds to remember the events of yesterday, and Alistair comes to the forefront of my mind. My nipples pucker and my pussy clenches remembering last night.
I reach behind me but find the spot empty and cold. Frowning, I turn around and lean on my elbows. He isn’t here. My heart jolts forward, twisting painfully inside my chest as my eyes begin to burn. Did he leave me?
“Alistair?”
No reply. He’s not in the bathroom either. I look at his pillow, finding no note there.
I throw my legs to the side of the bed, beginning to suspect Alistair has left me. The idea brings tears to my eyes. I’m so stupid. I don’t find my clothes scattered on the floor where I left them last night. At least he had the decency to pick them up and fold them before he bailed. They’re in a neat pile on the chair in the corner of the room. A lonely tear rolls down my cheek—more because of shame than anything else—while I put my clothes back on with jerky movements.
I’m halfway through zipping up my dress when the door opens and Alistair enters, carrying a brown paper bag in his hand. I freeze on the spot, noticing the glint of surprise that flashes in his eyes.
“Going somewhere?” He strides across the room, setting the bag on the table before he stops in front of me. He takes note of my flushed face and wet cheeks and frowns. “Do you want to go home?”
Heat rushes to my face, and I hastily wipe the tears with the back of my hand. “I thought you bailed on me.”
