(Renata Pellegrini)
His lips take me in a warm and relaxed kiss, waves of pleasure invade my body along with her tongue brazenly in my mouth. I close my eyes, surrendering myself completely to this kiss, I entwine my hands around his neck and in response he squeezes my waist even tighter. Suddenly there was no one else there, the music in my mind slows down, but the kiss becomes more and more voracious.
His big hands slide along the sides of my body and stop on my ass, he presses me tighter and tighter against him, as if he wants to merge our bodies. I can’t describe exactly what’s happening to me, I just feel like my life depends on this kiss and nothing could stop me, well, nothing but damn shortness of breath.
Our mouths separate, but our hot breaths mingle, even with my eyes closed, I can now smell the woody perfume exhaled by this man intoxicating me even more, he squeezes my waist once more and I squeeze his strong arms.
That was the best kiss I’ve ever had in my entire life!
Well, if you look back, I never even gave a peck, so this, in a way, is my first kiss. With a complete stranger! Shit! What am I doing?
I need to at least meet the face of the man who won my first kiss, I slowly open my eyes. As if his touch on my skin is burning me, I pull away, wide-eyed, my heart pounding in my chest.
“M-Mr. Filippo?”, I ask in disbelief.
My God, how did I kiss my boss? I can’t believe I gave my first kiss to the kind of man I hate the most.
He remains motionless, his mouth slightly open and smeared with lipstick.
“S-sorry, I-I didn’t know you were Mr….”, I say awkwardly, my face all hot with embarrassment.
“But, I knew exactly that it was you, ragazza,” he says in a husky voice that makes me shiver.
He pulls me back into his arms, I try to resist, but his hot breath and soft mouth are so tempting and seductive that all my fortresses collapse.
Once again I become involved in the kiss, the touch of his hands on my face and waist, is so enveloping that I can’t move a muscle. His tongue meets mine and reason escapes my thoughts. He presses me closer to himself. I feel his bulk push against my navel, it makes a flash of reason pass through my mind, I extend both hands over his strong chest and push him, though I stumble over my own feet and hear his protesting voice, I run to the women’s toilet.
I look in the mirror, my mouth is smeared to my chin with red lipstick, proof that that kiss really happened. I take the paper and rub it in my mouth, trying to get all that dirt off.
What did I do? Shit, shit, shit! With so many men in this world, why did it have to be him!!! The sexiest fucking guy I’ve ever met in my life!
Holy shit, I actually kissed my boss! I gave him my first kiss, what a drug! And the worst part is that I want to kiss him again. I never thought there could be such a good kiss.
The bathroom door opens, by reflex I look up and to my surprise, it was him. Mr. Filippo, he’s even going into the women’s bathroom! Now in brighter lighting, I take a closer look at him, his dress shirt has the top two buttons undone, his hair messy and his red lips stained by my lipstick. Your eyes are dark.
“You’d better get away from me”, I tell him as I step back, walking away from this man who ruins my mental health.
He doesn’t give a fuck about what I said and slowly moves closer to me. I can see the same fire that consumed me, consuming him completely inside that bathroom, his eyes burning with desire.
“Perche fuggiere da me, ragazza?”, “Why do you run away from me, girl?”, he speaks in Italian making me hold back a sigh.
Why does it get a thousand times hotter when he speaks in your language?
Lord, why are you doing this to me? I just wanted a good man, who was on the same level as me, to be the father of my children.
But this Italian plague had to get in my way!
“Because this is definitely going to hurt me a lot”, I answer, unable to look him in the eyes and continue walking backwards.
“Why? is being attracted to me is that bad?”
He comes even closer, I feel myself shrink before him. I feel like he’s a hunter and I’m his helpless prey.
“I-It’s not bad, it’s bad to know that I’m going to get hurt by all this”, I answer him with my head down.
By the time I realize that my back is against the cold tile wall, I have nowhere to run and I’m already inside the cabin. How did I get here?!?
“How can you be so sure of that?”, he enters the cabin and grabs my chin firmly making me look at him.
“Because I know what men like you want with girls like me,” I reply, pulling away. I can’t face him when desire is about to take over again.
“You’re the type who’s been waiting for the right guy”, that’s not a question, I really want to give myself to the right guy. “What do you want to do now?”, he whispers the question in my ear, his husky voice making my hair stand on end.
I lost!
Damn it!
I lost!
Pressing my lips against his, I failed miserably to contain my mad need to kiss this man.
I wanted him, I wanted to feel his lips more than anything right now. He grabs my waist and presses me even harder against the wall, initiating another intense, desire-filled kiss. However, we hear the door handle turn and we break the kiss, he takes one of his hands from my waist and closes the cabin door.
Filippo leans over me, leans his head against the wall and bites his lower lip with a smile.
“Oh, dannazione!”, “Oh, shit!”, I mutter in Italian.