He makes love to me and as we get impatient, he enters me and after the initial hurt, his rhythm finds mine as I raise my hips and meet him as we rock back and forth and wave after wave of pleasure takes over my mind and my body. I’m his.
His hands run down my side so light it’s a half tickle and excitement at the same time and the hair on the nape of my neck stands up. Sweat pools between my breasts. He licks my nipple, playing with it as his tongue moves over my areola.
He shifts to one side of my body and his throbbing cock slides in and out of me with little resistance and finds my spot of sheer pleasure as I moan and writhe under his muscular body as I run my hands over his ripped biceps and run my fingers gently over his nipples, he feels the walls of my pussy constrict around him and knows I’m ready to come.
He moves faster and faster until the crescendo of pleasure takes over all the thoughts in my head and we come together where he gently lays over me, and lays soft kisses on my neck and shoulders.
So this is what sex is like. I can see why Mila continues to date if she gets this out of a boyfriend. I’ve been behind the times due to my situation at home but I’m charging into a future of the unknown but so far, it’s incredible.
Marchello pulls me so I’m almost on top of him, our eyes meet.
I expect him to say something romantic likeI love you, but instead I hear, “Let’s hit the slopes,” as he swings his legs over the side of the bed and gives me a picture-perfect shot of his bubble butt. He leaves me in the bed and a cool draft hits me in his wake.
“What?” I sit up.
“What?” He turns to me as he pulls items of ski gear from his luggage.
“That’s it? You take my virginity and you can’t say anything nice afterwards?”
“I made love to you.” His tone is void of emotions. I feel like it was a business transaction minus money left on the nightstand. “I didn’t take you like an animal. You should be happy. But now you’ll have a happy memory of your first time when you marry Lirim.”
I throw the pillow at him. “Sometimes you really are an ass. And I’m not marrying anyone, especially him.”
“There can’t be a future for us so why pretend?”
I frown and there’s nothing left to throw at him.
“Allora, andiamo.” He dresses and I figure out that the skiing is happening with or without me and I’m so going to beat the snot out of him on the downhill.
“Fine.” I hop out of bed, clean myself up in the bathroom and am finished dressing as he’s ready to leave.
“I take it your men will wait in the bar or the ski lodge?” My condescending voice precedes my better judgement.
“You need to remember how to talk to those of us who have our place. You’re a lower-level employee.”
And here is where I regret ever sharing anything with him and I’m glad I have that little black book hidden in my purse and the money— I moved it into a coffee can under the grinds. I’ve done some online research and found that drugs are often moved that way as it kills the smell.
I’m pretty sure the men that might want this money know how it smells too.
I don’t know who I can trust.
“True, we could.” I give into his whim. Why not enjoy the slopes with a hot Italian, even if it’s just for a day and a night? I deserve some fun.
“We’ll ski, then I have a late dinner planned so we can warm up to the fireplace in the lodge, among other things.”
“Harrumph.” I get out of bed and stomp like I’m put out but I’m ready to stretch my legs and get some clean air in my lungs. If skiing and enjoying this hotel means I have to put up with Marchello since he’s footing the bill. . . then all the better. I plan to order the most expensive thing on the menu. Maybe he’ll tire of me.
I prepare for the evening by dressing in the bathroom and come out ready for the slopes. Marchello has all the latest gear on and looks like he was born to ski. Of course. This man is impossible to live with, no wonder his girlfriends are all gorgeous socialites and models.
“Don’t tell me you can do all the slopes,” my sardonic voice fills the air.
“Not all, but most. I have brothers. We compete. But I’ve never been here before so we’ll see,” he shrugs.
Sure, he’s going to ski circles around me, I know how this goes.
The skiing was fun and, to my delight, Marchello wasn’t an ass. In fact, he skied beside me and I liked having him there. After we made a few runs, we called it a day and hung out in the lodge acting like a couple.
When we return to our room, the goons in black follow us to our door, and proceed ahead of us to check inside. When cleared, I enter behind Marchello.