“He’s gone. I couldn’t save him,” she says between hiccups.
“I’m so sorry, Chiara.”
“If I had gotten home a minute earlier, he’d still be alive.”
“No, you can’t think like that. What happened is not your fault.”
She cries harder, and I can’t do anything besides let her. It kills me though. I wish I could take away her pain and guilt.
A few minutes pass before she speaks again.
“Then my mother came in and destroyed me.”
Fuck that woman. I don’t know what I’ll do when I come face-to-face with her again. I can’t understand how she can torture her own daughter like that.
“Come on. Let’s get out of here.”
I carry Chiara back to the car. I’ll deal with the Vespa later. When I place her in the seat, she doesn’t look at me, just stares at the road ahead, listless. Not knowing where else to go, I drive back to the villa. It’s a silent and heavy ten-minute ride. She’s no longer crying, but her expression is one of desolation. I don’t know what her mother told her, but it must have been something awful.
As soon as I park in front of the house, Chiara gets out of the car. She only takes a couple of steps in the direction of the front door before freezing.
I touch her lower back and pinch her chin to turn her face to mine. “Goldi, please tell me what I can do.”
“Kiss me, Alistair. Just kiss me.”
I capture her face between my hands and bring our lips together. I taste the saltiness of tears on her lips, and there’s nothing I want more than to make her forget, if only for a moment, the sadness that’s crushing her heart.
Her arms go around my neck as our kiss turns into a clash of tongues and teeth. I lift her up by the waist, and she immediately wraps her legs around my hips. The skirt of her dress hikes up, and I move my hands so her sweet ass fills my palms. It wasn’t my intention to sex Chiara up, but if that’s what she needs, I won’t object.
I stride into the house, and between kisses, I ask her where to go. She points at the hallway on the right, and I immediately guess where she wants me to take her: to the room where she caught me half naked.
Placing her down on the soft mattress, I make quick work of removing my clothes. Chiara just leans on her elbows and watches me with heavy-lidded eyes. Standing completely naked in front of her and sporting the mother of all boners, I wait for her signal. She licks her lips, then slowly pulls her dress off, revealing simple black lingerie. My mouth waters, and I lose the little restraint I had left. Like a starved wild animal, I pounce, fusing my lips with hers again as I cover her body with mine. She parts her legs for me, and I pump my hips, rubbing my erection against her already soaked panties.
“Alistair, I need you inside me right now.”
Letting go of her mouth, I lean back so I can roll her panties down her legs. I would love a taste of her sweet pussy, but that can wait. I can’t resist playing a little with her tits though. I open the front clasp and cover one hard nipple with my mouth before she can protest. While I’m busy sucking and kissing one, I tease the other with my hand.
Chiara’s fingers are in my hair, pulling at the short strands. She doesn’t let me play with her breasts for too long before she urges me to fuck her already.
“As you wish, Goldi.”
I’m inside her with a hard thrust, sheathing myself in her tight heat with ease. Chiara hooks her legs behind my ass, and I ram into her harder and harder with each push. I’m ready to explode, but I hold my release off for as long as I can. My balls are tight as a tendril of pleasure curls around my spine.
Chiara’s long nails scratch my back when her body finally shatters under mine. I lose the fight, grunting as I fill her with my release. Even after the tremors are gone, I keep pumping because she feels too damn good.
She unhooks her legs from behind me, making me stop. I lean back so I can stare at the most beautiful woman on the planet. Her sad eyes stare back at me, and in that moment, I make a vow to spend the rest of my life making sure I don’t see that glint in her gaze again.
48
Chiara
I stretch out on the comfy bed, and Alistair’s arm around my belly holds me tighter. I experience two seconds of bliss before the reality of what happened yesterday barrels down on me, annihilating my bubble of happiness. My chest becomes tight, and the urge to cry renews. But I fight the tears because crying won’t change the fact that my father is dead.
“Good morning, my love,” Alistair whispers in my ear.
I focus on him, on his voice, on his warmth as I fight the sadness that wants to drag me down. He came to Italy even though his life is also falling apart. He dropped everything for me, and that means more than a thousand love declarations. I don’t know how he found me, but he did, and I’ll never be able to thank him enough.
“Good morning,” I reply.
My stomach grumbles, and I remember I didn’t eat anything yesterday. After Alistair distracted me with his lovemaking, I fell asleep in his arms.
“Is there any food in this house?” he asks.
“Probably not.”
“Are you up for a trip into town?” He nudges my neck with his nose while pressing his erection against my butt.
I arch my back, twisting my neck so I can kiss him.
It’s sweet and unhurried. He runs his hand down my belly until he finds my aching spot. With deft fingers, he parts my folds, then begins to play with my bundle of nerves. He has me panting in seconds, and I rejoice in the fact that he’s not being an insensitive jerk for me wanting sex. Yesterday, I made it obvious that’s what I need, a distraction from the overwhelming sadness that’s swirling in my chest.
Letting go of my lips, he places sweet kisses on my neck while he inserts a finger inside me. He doesn’t rub his erection against me; in fact, he’s lying completely still besides his hand and mouth. He inserts another finger at the same time he applies pressure on my clit with his thumb. The pleasure builds faster than lightning, making my head spin. I close my eyes, curling my fingers around the tangled sheets before I cry out. Alistair increases his pace, milking my orgasm to the max, and it takes me a couple minutes to get back down to earth.
He kisses my shoulder before I turn to him. Caressing my cheek with his fingers, he stares at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. My shattered heart begins to beat faster as it tries to reconcile the feeling of elation with grief.
“Thanks for coming,” I say.
“Goldi, I would go to hell to find you. To be honest, I’ve never been more scared in my life.”
