a bit harder,” I panted. I could feel the sweat bead on my brow as he took me in this most intimate of ways. I lifted my upper body and watched as his hand disappeared inside my pussy, and it was the most erotic image I’d ever seen in my life.
“Put your fingers in your mouth, get them nice and wet, and put them on your clitoris,” Antonio ordered. I obeyed, and rubbed my clitoris, as his hand pushed inside me, and all I could feel was intense pleasure. I wanted to grab his wrist and push it inside me, deeper, so he could totally possess me, body and soul. I’d never given myself this way to a man before, and I was pretty confident I’d never give myself in this way to another man again.
I shivered, as I felt my arousal build, the pressure of his hand in my pussy speeding up my climax, and then, I came, every muscle in my body stiffening as my orgasm swept over me, and I just hung on and let each and every pulse shoot through my body in helpless surrender.
As I felt the clenching, thrashing waves slowly subside, I could feel him slide his fist out of my body, and then he leaned forward, and he rested his head on my hips, and kissed me gently.
“You are so beautiful, Lucia,” he whispered. “Your pussy is so wet, so pretty, so gaping open for me.”
“Gaping open, that doesn’t sound like a good thing,” I groaned.
“It’s a very good thing,” Antonio replied. I could hear the note of male pride in his voice, and my lips twitched.
I moved my fingers to touch my pussy. It felt sensitive. I was going to be in a world of pain tomorrow. “I’m going to be sore,” I remarked.
He laughed. “Yes, you are.” Again, the sound of satisfaction in his voice, and I grinned to myself. “Want some water?” he asked me.
“Please,” I muttered. I drank the water he handed me, and then just lay there on his kitchen table, my legs still open; my body unable to find the energy to move.
I could feel his fingers unbuckling the collar on my neck, and setting it aside. “Come on, sweetness,” he said, his voice gentle and indulgent. He swept me into his arms, and carried me up the stairs to his bed, and he tucked blankets around me, and lay down next to me.
“Thank you,” I whispered, as I curled my body into his.
He kissed my neck, and stroked my hair, and I fell asleep in his arms. Right before sleep came though, I put my lips near his ear, and whispered, I’m still going to steal your painting, you know. I fell asleep to the sound of his warm chuckle.
Chapter 24
Antonio:
I got dressed for the Doge’s Palace Gala, my mind entirely on Lucia. I hadn’t seen her in a week. She’d been in London for work, arranging the details for an exhibit she was in charge of. ‘Religious Iconography in Contemporary Art.’ Lots of modern art was going to be on display, and modern art wasn’t a mainstay at the Doge’s Palace. She had been understandably nervous about it. The Doge’s Palace didn’t really do a lot of ground-breaking exhibits, content mostly to display the furnishings, the tapestries and the artwork of the Doges. She’d texted me today though, and I couldn’t wait to see her tonight.
Once I arrived, I looked for Lucia, but the damn room was crowded. A waiter walked by with a tray of champagne, and I helped myself as my eyes searched the gallery.
“Antonio,” a familiar voice slurred next to me.
I turned towards Tatiana. “Tia, you are drunk,” I said, my voice concerned. Tatiana wasn’t a heavy drinker, and she rarely let her hair down. “What’s the matter?”
She swayed on her feet, and I put an arm around her waist to steady her, silently cursing as I did so. Venice was a hothouse of gossip. It’d be all around the city that I’d touched Tatiana. The speculation would reignite the gossip about my relationship with Lucia. But Tatiana was one of my oldest friends, and right now, I judged her need greater than my concern about idle gossip.
“Come on,” I urged her, drawing her
“Put your fingers in your mouth, get them nice and wet, and put them on your clitoris,” Antonio ordered. I obeyed, and rubbed my clitoris, as his hand pushed inside me, and all I could feel was intense pleasure. I wanted to grab his wrist and push it inside me, deeper, so he could totally possess me, body and soul. I’d never given myself this way to a man before, and I was pretty confident I’d never give myself in this way to another man again.
I shivered, as I felt my arousal build, the pressure of his hand in my pussy speeding up my climax, and then, I came, every muscle in my body stiffening as my orgasm swept over me, and I just hung on and let each and every pulse shoot through my body in helpless surrender.
As I felt the clenching, thrashing waves slowly subside, I could feel him slide his fist out of my body, and then he leaned forward, and he rested his head on my hips, and kissed me gently.
“You are so beautiful, Lucia,” he whispered. “Your pussy is so wet, so pretty, so gaping open for me.”
“Gaping open, that doesn’t sound like a good thing,” I groaned.
“It’s a very good thing,” Antonio replied. I could hear the note of male pride in his voice, and my lips twitched.
I moved my fingers to touch my pussy. It felt sensitive. I was going to be in a world of pain tomorrow. “I’m going to be sore,” I remarked.
He laughed. “Yes, you are.” Again, the sound of satisfaction in his voice, and I grinned to myself. “Want some water?” he asked me.
“Please,” I muttered. I drank the water he handed me, and then just lay there on his kitchen table, my legs still open; my body unable to find the energy to move.
I could feel his fingers unbuckling the collar on my neck, and setting it aside. “Come on, sweetness,” he said, his voice gentle and indulgent. He swept me into his arms, and carried me up the stairs to his bed, and he tucked blankets around me, and lay down next to me.
“Thank you,” I whispered, as I curled my body into his.
He kissed my neck, and stroked my hair, and I fell asleep in his arms. Right before sleep came though, I put my lips near his ear, and whispered, I’m still going to steal your painting, you know. I fell asleep to the sound of his warm chuckle.
Chapter 24
Antonio:
I got dressed for the Doge’s Palace Gala, my mind entirely on Lucia. I hadn’t seen her in a week. She’d been in London for work, arranging the details for an exhibit she was in charge of. ‘Religious Iconography in Contemporary Art.’ Lots of modern art was going to be on display, and modern art wasn’t a mainstay at the Doge’s Palace. She had been understandably nervous about it. The Doge’s Palace didn’t really do a lot of ground-breaking exhibits, content mostly to display the furnishings, the tapestries and the artwork of the Doges. She’d texted me today though, and I couldn’t wait to see her tonight.
Once I arrived, I looked for Lucia, but the damn room was crowded. A waiter walked by with a tray of champagne, and I helped myself as my eyes searched the gallery.
“Antonio,” a familiar voice slurred next to me.
I turned towards Tatiana. “Tia, you are drunk,” I said, my voice concerned. Tatiana wasn’t a heavy drinker, and she rarely let her hair down. “What’s the matter?”
She swayed on her feet, and I put an arm around her waist to steady her, silently cursing as I did so. Venice was a hothouse of gossip. It’d be all around the city that I’d touched Tatiana. The speculation would reignite the gossip about my relationship with Lucia. But Tatiana was one of my oldest friends, and right now, I judged her need greater than my concern about idle gossip.
“Come on,” I urged her, drawing her
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