He nudges forward and I feel his erection up against my behind. My heart freefalls from my chest. Oh, fuck yeah. God, he feels good.
Calm down, calm down, calm down, I repeat over and over in my head.
I can’t calm the fuck down, though, because a god has his hands on me and I’m about to have an oily orgasm in public.
It’s been way too long.
I close my eyes as his hands explore every inch of my back and legs.
“Roll over, baby.”
Baby! That sounds good.
I hold my bikini top to my breasts and roll onto my back. His eyes are dark and filled with desire. He reapplies sunscreen to his hand and leans on his elbow beside me before he begins to run more oil into my body. I scrunch my eyes shut.
Filled with nerves, I can’t watch his face as he studies me this way for the first time. He rubs his palms over my stomach, down over my hipbones, and my inner thighs.
I have to concentrate hard on not spreading my legs like every instinct is screaming at me to do.
“Olivia,” he whispers. “Creamy, white, perfect skin.” His voice is almost a purr and it does things to my insides. “These curves.” He hisses in approval, and his hand slides under my bikini top as he cups my breast, momentarily losing focus.
“The sun doesn’t reach there.” I smile.
“Ah.” He pulls his hand out. “That’s right, sorry. I got carried away.”
I giggle, and I hear the oil being poured out again.
“Don’t I have enough on?” I ask.
“No, I’ll probably have to do this all day.” His hand falls back to my stomach, moving in circles.
I laugh and feel myself begin to relax.…. oh, I really like him. I know I could go into this weekend being shy and mousy with a stranger-which is what I would normally do-but it always ends the same way with every guy. We meet, go along happily, but when push comes to shove, I block him out and push him away. I’ve had many opportunities over the years to sleep around. I’ve just never felt the need before. This time feels different, and perhaps I could go into this weekend pretending that I already know Rico better than I really do.
I love sex. I love making love. I love everything about the beautiful male body. Damn, I’ve missed it. I may have only been with two men, but they spoilt me sexually. They were the best teachers a girl could have ever asked for. I was sexually compatible with both of them, and it broke my heart that neither of them could hold me mentally. I loved both for different reasons, but I never felt complete, not even when I was safely in their arms. Something has always been missing in my life; an invisible barrier, holding me back from moving forward. I don’t know if it’s my career, lack of travel or experience. Perhaps it’s what my best friend Natalie thinks, and I really do have a hang up I have from my childhood after living through a divorce.
Maybe I’ll never get over my disappointment from my parents’ divorce. I don’t know. It was a case of it’s me, not you with both of them.
They were perfect… just not perfect for me.
I’m brought back to the moment as Rico’s hand skims my hip bone, and he inhales sharply. I can feel his arousal through his hands, he’s on the edge.
Why does it feel so good driving a man wild with need for my body?
The power is like a drug to my system, and screw it, I’m going to make it my mission to make him insane. I may just be another notch on his Italian bedpost, but I’m going to make sure he remembers me. I’m going to get an axe and chop his fucking bedpost down. I arch my back and spread my legs a little.
“It’s been so long since I’ve been touched,” I whisper.
Rico’s eyes darken and his lips slowly part. I know he’s imagining touching me there. “How long?” he breathes.
“Over twelve months.”
He frowns, as if puzzled by the notion. “How the fuck do you go without sex for twelve months, Olivia?”
I love the way he says my name. With his accent, he says it with four syllables.
Ol-liv-i-a.
I arch my back again. “With great difficulty,” I whisper as I stare up at him. I can feel my sex as it throbs. Aching…
“You’re making it very hard for me to behave,” he mutters as his hand slides underneath my bikini top once more. My nipple peaks with excitement, and he rolls it between his fingertips.
“Maybe I don’t want you to,” I whisper.
“Maybe I need to take you home.”
“Maybe you do.”
He leans down and his lips take mine. His tongue slowly slides through my mouth with just the right amount of pressure.
Fuck.
I could come. Just from his kiss, I could come.
We kiss again, this time with more urgency, and he leans over so I can feel his erection against my hip.
I want to drive him wild. I want to drive him wild in public.
Game on.
“Let’s go swimming,” I breathe. I stand and pull him to his feet with one hand. The tip of his cock is peeking over the top of his shorts. It’s pink, broad, and holy fucking shit, I’ve never seen anything so perfect. Unable to help it, I smile and kiss him as I tuck him back in. My libido hits fever pitch. She begins to warm up, knowing that a marathon is on its way.
Enrico and I walk down to the water. The beach is nearly empty with only a few people swimming down the other end. We wade in up to our necks. The water is fresh and salty, and Rico takes me into his arms and wraps my legs around his waist. My hands roam up and over his broad shoulders as we float. I can feel every muscle on his cut body. We kiss softly, enjoying the feel of each other’s bodies.
I’m like a feather in his arms.
Our kiss turns desperate as he grinds my sex onto his swollen cock.
I can’t hear, I can’t see. I can only feel him and his magical body beneath my hands.
Unable to help it, I reach down and slide the front of his shorts down. I want to feel him. I want to feel what I’m about to have.
He’s large. My hand hardly fits around him, and I can feel every vein on his engorged length. My insides clench, and I whimper in appreciation.
He falls still, and we stare at each other as I slowly stroke him.
“Don’t come until I say so,” I breathe.
He smiles darkly as if amused by my request. “You trying to top from the bottom, baby.”
I pull him hard, and his eyes close as he almost loses his footing. “From where I’m standing Rico, it’s you that’s trying to top from the bottom.”
He chuckles and pumps my hand hard. His eyes flicker with a level of arousal that I’ve never seen in a man before. “I’ll come when I’m fucking ready,” he growls.
My insides begin to liquefy. Holy fucking fuck. He’s off-the-hook hot.
We get into a rhythm; I pull, he pumps. Our lips are locked, and I don’t know if anyone is watching us or what we look like from land, but I don’t care.
I want this. I want to blow Rico Ferrara’s mind in the Mediterranean Sea.
His eyes are closed, and his hands fall limp on my hips. I know he’s close. He can’t function. His breathing is ragged, and he keeps pumping in an orgasm-induced stupor. I smile against his lips, proud of myself. Who knew I was capable of being this wild and spontaneous? I reach down with my other hand to cups his balls. I bring them up as I tighten my grip on his cock.
He shudders with a moan. I stroke him hard again, and his eyes flicker.
I put my mouth to his ear. “You can come now, Rici,” I whisper. “You have my permission.”
He grabs my hair at the nape and drags my face to his. “This isn’t how it works, Olivia. I’m in control of the orgasms here.”
“But are you?” I laugh. I pump him hard, and he tips his head back as he loses control and jerks forward to come in a rush. I continue to stroke him as I empty him. His breathing is labored now. His eyes are rolling back in his head.
And I am triumphant.
Take that on your bedpost.