(Renata Pellegrini)
“Why are you crying?”
“Why?” I repeat his question with debauchery, I turn around and close my eyes tightly feeling more tears coming, my heart is hurting, I don’t like this. “Get out of here,” I commanded and turned around. I don’t want him to see me crying even more. “Go back to that shitty dinner, with those shitty people and keep pretending I don’t exist!” I speak feeling my heart bleed, the tears slide freely down my face.
I’m caught completely off guard, Felippo grabs my waist and spins me around, colliding my body against the marble surface of the sink with his own, he leans over me and rests his forehead against mine, my gaze falls on his mouth and he bites it in a sensual way teasing me. I hold his arms as I feel his two big hands squeezing my ass under the dress, pressing his fingers into my bare flesh, since I was wearing thong panties, he lifts me up as if I were a sheet of paper, sitting me down on the sink, I hold my breath as I feel the coolness of the marble on my warm body, the dress fabric magically rises to my hips.
By instinct, I wrap my arms around his neck feeling the warmth emanating from him. The contrast of his warm skin, with the coldness of the stone causes small pleasurable shivers throughout my body.
“Tears don’t go with your face,” he says as he runs his thumb over my wet cheek, my desire to cry disappears as I feel his tender contact.
“Whose fault could it be?” I question ironically and roll my eyes.
Even though my whole body is hostage to his touches, my mind can’t forget what happened inside that room.
“Tell me the name of the person who left you like this and I will make you pay,” he says looking into my eyes.
“You insensitive, arrogant asshole ….” he pressed his mouth against mine. “Chicken!” I speak against his mouth, and he uses the gap and sticks his tongue in.
I place my hands on his chest and push him away, but he holds my neck and smooths my back, I close my eyes and allow myself to feel his kiss.
“You bastard! You’re bending me over with a kiss!” – I mentally scream, but I am madly responding to this delicious kiss.
“Filippo,” I moan his name as I feel him spread my legs even further with his thighs and pull me to him, fitting his horny bulge against my intimacy that is beginning to throb.
Thirsty for more contact, I begin to move my hips, rubbing against his, trying to relieve some of the heat that he had ignited in me.
“Didn’t you like being treated like a simple secretary, ragazza?” – I stop rubbing against him with this question, but his hands make me continue to move my hips. “You don’t know how crazy horny you make me.” He speaks in a husky voice against my ear, making me shiver. “You have no idea how much effort I had to make not to break the face of that old man who ate you with his eyes.” He lays a warm kiss on my neck, “You’re mine, Renata, only mine, understand?”
Yes, I am his, but I can’t speak, I just answer with another groan when he rubs me even harder against him. I stare into his eyes that glow wildly, filled with lust. I want more from this man who seems willing to devour me. His husky gasp is even more fuel for my arousal. I have never felt so horny, so ravenous, about to completely lose my reason.
All the anger I was feeling simply vanished as I felt the warmth of his lips on mine.
“I will never share it with anyone,” he continued, without stopping repeating his movements. Through that rubbing I felt myself getting wetter and wetter.
I entwine my fingers in the hair on the back of his neck and hold them tight, pulling him into a kiss, forcing him to shut up, I don’t want to hear him. The only thing I want, with fury, without shame, is to feel more and more of this man, who is my boyfriend.
“Filippo,” my voice sounds low, hoarse, while my heart beats very fast, his fingers rub my intimacy over my panties making me close my eyes tightly, he stops the movements, I open my mouth to protest, but his eyes make me shut up.
“Sono pazzo di te, ragazza,” – “I’m crazy about you, girl,” he says, staring at me, his pupils are dilated, I can feel that desire is also consuming him.
I place his mouth on mine in a demanding, passionate kiss, molding our lips, he nibbles, licks and sucks my lower lip, while my fingers pull the hair from his nape, bringing him closer to me. I am increasingly lost in the sensations that Filippo provokes in me, so much so that I don’t hesitate to open my mouth in an invitation for him to deepen the kiss. I need, desperately, to taste him again. I gasp against his lips and shiver all over as I feel him squeeze my bare thighs. He explores me with his tongue, tasting every inch of my cavity, tickling the roof of my mouth. I returned his teasing, kissing him back, entwining our tongues, biting his lips, although for a few moments I feared I was being a bit clumsy in my movements.
During this week we have only seen each other twice outside the company, and the kisses have never been as intense as this one. My insecurity disappears as I hear him sigh in delight and pull me closer against him, as if he desperately needs to melt into me, groping my buttock while with his other hand he caresses my back.
I slide my palm down the back of his neck and the entire length of his spine, moving up and down, hating the presence of the suit that kept me from mapping him. I take my trembling hand to the buttons that close his dress shirt and begin to remove them from their places, opening them one by one and, without wanting to, I rub the back of my hand gently against his excited member, which seemed to react even more to my touch.
“¡Cazzo!” He shouts in Italian and gasps, I smile at his reaction.
I move my hand up to his belly, but he opens a small space between our intimacies, he holds my fingers firmly, keeping them on his member.
“Touch me,” he orders in a husky voice, encouraging me to rub my fingers over the fabric.
I do as he tells me, mapping out his length, he pulls the air tightly and kisses me again, I feel like a whore touching him in such an intimate way, yet the intensity of the kiss, the penetrating gaze, the warmth of his caresses on my intimacy, the moans, all of this pushes me to continue exploring him over the pants, feeling his rigidity getting greater and greater.
I am overcome by an indescribable feeling of being able to make him feel that way, so much so that I want to touch the swollen flesh directly, feeling the heat of his member pulsating against my fingers.
What is happening to me? Where has my decency and modesty gone?
Fuck, I feel my mind getting lost within the warm contact of his lips on my neck, tracing my skin, scratching it softly with his unshaven beard, until he reaches the exposed skin of my breast through my dress.
“Filippo!” I exclaim his name as I feel the fabric covering my breasts being torn wildly. I bite my lip as I feel his fingers sink over my breast.
I felt that my breasts felt heavier under his touch, the nipples becoming hard. And I willed his lips, which kiss my neck, to go to my nipples.
I tangled my fingers in his hair again, and pulled him down, indicating what I wanted, but his mouth remained firmly on my neck, ignoring my longing, playing with me, no less deliciously.
Soon our tongues met again. I lifted one hand and held his face between my fingers, tenderly, as we kissed, sighing, as if we were demanding things of each other that we were not ready to say out loud. I closed my eyes. It was a magical kiss.
I pushed him away, gasping for air, causing Filippo to emit a low sound of frustration. But unlike me, even though his breath was short, my boyfriend kept touching me with his lips, tongue, and teeth, tracing his way down my throat, exploring, scratching, making me go completely limp.
I whimper, impatiently. When his hands finally return to squeezing my breasts. I slide my fingers and reach for his hair again, pulling his face toward my nipples again. Filippo’s hoarse, excited laughter reverberates in my depths.
“Filippo,” I whisper his name as a request.
“With pleasure, ragazza,” his voice sounds thick.
He raises his face and stares at me with gray eyes full of desire. His lips curved slowly into a naughty, yet wicked smile with lascivious promises. A shock ran through me from head to toe, and I felt myself sinking to my knees as he began to suck while with his other hand he stimulated my other nipple.
“Wow, that’s really good,” I say aloud as Filippo begins to alternate sucking with light bites.
Wrapped around each other, nothing else mattered, only the two of us and what consumed us.
“Merciful Virgin Mary!” A feminine voice echoed quite loudly in the bathroom followed by the sound of something falling to the floor.
I stood like a stone and felt that Filippo also tensed up under my touch, but his lips still latched onto my nipple. Over his shoulder, I stared at the old woman dressed in a maid’s uniform, staring at us wide-eyed, looking completely in shock. Instantly shame overcame me and I wanted to disappear. Never in my life had I imagined that I would be caught in the act in such a compromising position. Even though I was with my boyfriend, I felt like a criminal. We were in the house of one of the most important clients, about to devour each other. Could we go to jail for indecent exposure?
“What happened, woman?” A man asked in a stern tone.
Filippo takes his mouth off my breast and instantly I miss his erotic caress.
“Cazzo!” Filippo curses a series of swear words softly, sounding irritated. He removes his suit and covers me.
“Mr. Valentini,” the man speaks surprised when he looks at him. “Forgive us, we didn’t want to disturb you,” he says looking away, takes the woman’s hand and pulls her away.
I get down from the sink, but my legs weaken, Filippo holds me.
“Better we continue later, come with me, I have a surprise for you.”