Gritting his teeth, Nico did as she asked. The rhythmic slapping of their flesh echoed down the Grand Canal, and he idly wondered if his neighbors could hear what was going on. But then he figured he didn’t care and started pounding himself into her warm, wet center even harder. He reached up and wrapped a hand around her throat and squeezed. River gasped and her body grew tight, but she writhed against his body, an expression of pure rapture on her face when she looked back at him.
“Harder,” she gasped. “I want it harder.”
Nico redoubled his efforts, squeezing her throat and driving himself into her with all the force he could muster. She took his pounding, crying out his name, her body shuddering beneath him. Her pussy tightened up around him and Nico groaned. She was naturally tight but feeling her get even tighter, her opening gripping him even more tightly, felt incredible. His breath was quickened, his pulse raced, and he felt the pressure building up inside of him. She was so tight and it felt so good, he knew he wasn’t going to be able to last much longer.
River reached up and grasped his wrist, her face red but the look in her eye encouraged him to choke her harder. She pressed her ass back against him, taking his cock even deeper, making him grunt. Nico felt his staff begin to pulse and throb, but he kept driving himself into her opening, relishing the feeling of her warm, wet cunt.
“Cum for me,” River demanded.
Nico gritted his teeth and slowed his pace, wanting to prolong the electric bursts of pleasure racing through his body. But it was too late. A low, deep growl rumbled out of his throat as his cock twitched then exploded. River cried out as he shot his warm, thick seed deep into her. Out on the water, the horn of a boat chirped followed by the sound of a group of people cheering boisterously. It was dim and Nico didn’t think they could see into his covered patio, but they’d obviously heard him and recognized the sounds.
"Oh my God, I'm mortified," River said with a laugh.
“I’m not. That was incredible,” he replied.
Nico leaned forward, bracing himself on his arms, and planted a soft kiss in the middle of her back. River's breathing was ragged but she turned, and he kissed her softly. He flopped back onto the couch and River giggled as she laid down beside him, laying her head on his chest. His entire body tingled, and his heart beat a staccato rhythm inside his chest. He and River laid together in silence for several long moments before he raised his head and gently kissed the top of her head.
“When did you learn to be so forceful?” he asked. “I liked it. A lot.”
She giggled shyly again. “I saw a movie once. I wanted to try it.”
“I think you should try that again.”
She looked up at him with a naughty smile on her lips. “I think so too.”
River laid her head back down and he gently ran the tips of his fingers across her back. Her breath was deep and even and she seemed to have already succumbed to the warm embrace of sleep. The glow of ecstasy was beginning to fade for him, but Nico still felt amazing. His body still tingled, and the weight of River’s body pressed to his was comforting. He was a man who enjoyed sex. A lot. He often went out prowling for somebody to bring home—which was a bone of contention between him and his father.
But something about River left him feeling… sated. Sex with her left him feeling satisfied. Content. It left him feeling happy in ways screwing random women never did. Nico thought he could have sex with River every day and never tire or grow bored with it. More surprising to him though, was the feeling that he never needed nor wanted somebody other than her. That he could be happy with River and River alone.
It was a feeling he’d never had before, and it left him feeling shaken. He wasn’t entirely sure what it meant or what do to with it yet… if anything. He knew she’d be leaving to go home at some point in the not too distant future, which was a thought that left him feeling surprisingly bleak. It was because of that though, knowing she’d be going back to the States in time, that Nico knew he couldn’t afford to let himself feel too much for her. It wasn’t smart because that was a path that would only end in heartache.
As he looked down at her though, sleeping deeply, and ran his fingers through her lush, dark hair, Nico wondered if it was too late to avoid it all.
12
River awoke while Nico was still sleeping deeply. She took a moment to admire the hard lines and corded muscles of his body. He was a beautiful man. River gently extricated herself from the tangle of limbs and quietly got dressed. She stood there a moment looking down at him. Last night had been incredible. She’d gotten to play out a little fantasy she’d been harboring for a long while with Nico. She loved that he was so willing to go along. And it had been mind-blowingly incredible. It had been better than she’d even imagined it would be.
But she needed to go. If she stayed until he woke up and spent the day with him, she ran the risk of letting herself get even more emotionally tangled up in him than she already was. River knew she shouldn’t have gone home with him after dinner, but she’d wanted to spend one last night with him before she went back home. She wanted one more night to make some memories with Nico. And she had definitely done that.
Moving quietly, she walked back through his house, admiring it. She had figured that a guy like Nico, a mobster, would have the sort of gaudy, gold-plated houses mafia guys on TV and in the movies usually had. But his house was tasteful. Restrained. It was a comfortable house that was a lot homier than she would have expected of somebody with his wealth and power. The outdoor living room on his back deck was cozy. It was the sort of place she wouldn’t have minded curling up with him and just relaxing.
Needless to say, his house was most definitely not what she’d expected. It was more like a home than the sort of ostentatious showcase of wealth the rich normally owned. The most extravagant thing in Nico’s house were the pieces of art on the walls—contemporary and abstract mostly. And she was pretty sure they were all done by local artists. Other than that though, everything about the place was comfy and cozy.
River slipped out the front door and gently closed it behind her. When she turned around though, she found herself face to face with a pair of burly men, both wearing dark suits and both holding automatic rifles. Her heart jumped into her throat and her entire body tensed up.
“Mr. Santonelli doesn’t want you to leave,” said the guy on the right. “He requested we keep you here.”
“Keep me here?” River asked, not knowing what else to say.
“Yes ma’am,” said the man on the left. “You’re to stay inside the house.”
She swallowed hard, her fear receding as a flood of anger rushed in to take its place. River didn’t like the idea of somebody holding her against her will like that. She was a strong, independent woman after all.
“Listen up,” she growled. “I’ve got things to do. I have places to go. You do not have any right to hold me here against my will and if you try, I’m going to kick your balls up into your throat. Do you understand me?”
The two men looked at each other, seemingly surprised by her feistiness. Clearly, Nico hadn’t told them that she could be stubborn and difficult. As the two men stood there though, she pushed her way between them and headed for the gate set into the wall that surrounded the front of the house. They called after her, but she ignored them. River listened to them bickering with one another in Italian, obviously trying to figure out what to do and how to stop her from leaving. She opened the gate, stepped through, then slammed it behind her, and walked down the street.
One of the best things about Venice, at least on the center island, was that most everything was within walking distance. On foot, it would only take her about twenty minutes or so to get home. And after that, she wanted a shower and then something to eat. She was ravenous. River supposed her exertions last night had a lot to do with that. Just the memory of what she’d done with Nico raised a smile upon her lips and put a warm flush through her belly. Her intimate parts quivered and there was a small piece of River that wished she’d stayed and had a second round with him this morning before going home.