“Y-yes,” I responded. “Please just have it set on my dresser in my room. I’m going to take a bath and don’t want to be disturbed.”
“Of course,” he said.
“And can you tell my family as well?” I said. “Tell them that I won’t be down for meals until I feel better.”
“I’ll take care of it, Miss. I hope you feel better soon,” he replied.
“Thank you.” He continued to stand there and I continued to stand there, both waiting for the other to move. “Well? What are you waiting for?” I snapped.
He jumped to attention then, wandering off and when he was gone, I quickly slipped my way back towards Giorgio’s room and through the door. He was no longer in bed, but I could hear the shower running, and the idea of being able to surprise him that I’d returned made me happy, so I simply climbed back into bed and I waited.
His shower lasted a while, not that it surprised me. Ever since his whip wounds started closing and he regained his ability to move on his own, he’d been bathing for a long time each day. My head started to feel heavy, with Giorgio’s smell and the comfortable bed around me, and though I wanted to see Giorgio’s face when he came out, my brain had other plans, and I drifted asleep.
My body started to grow uncontrollably hot as the feeling of hands drifted over me. Steamed breath on the back of my neck made my hairs stand on end, and the unmistakable feeling of an erection poking at my back sent a jolt of electricity through my body.
Was I dreaming? It felt so good.
Without telling it to do so, my arm fled back behind me to wrap around the head of the other person. I recognized Giorgio’s soft curls beneath my fingertips. His lips pressed gently against my arm before moving down to the back of my neck. His breath was coming in and out in heated puffs and it was elevating the anticipation coursing through me.
Soon, the hands which had settled just on my stomach moved upwards, beneath the base of my shirt, and lingered for a moment, I figured, waiting for signs of hesitation, but he got none from me. They continued upwards then, under my bra, and when his practiced fingers caressed over my nipples I let out a quiet moan. My head fell further back, coaxing Giorgio’s lips to the crook of my neck.
Giorgio’s hands started to squeeze and massage my breasts and curled his hips forward to push his hard member, standing at attention, further against me. It was as hot as anything as it stabbed at me, and I found myself curious to touch him. I pulled my arm from around Giorgio’s head and snaked it between our bodies, towards the hem of his pants. His cock twitched as I led my fingers further down his waistband until I was able to wrap my hand around him.
“Nat,” was breathed against my skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
Gently, carefully, I started to pull and with the growing pleasure in my gut, I was realizing that I wasn’t dreaming. My return to Giorgio’s room must have been viewed as a green light, or maybe he, the same as myself, could feel the growing hunger between us. Laying together in bed each night had brought more than one lurid dream to my mind, and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought of doing exactly what we were up to now.
Giorgio continued to engorge in my hands, growing ever larger as the passion between us increased. I pressed back against him as I massaged from the base of his shaft up to the tip and back down. My brain imagined it sliding in and out of me and aroused me more than I was anticipating. His fingers flicked over my nipples, pinched them, pulled them, before taking my full breasts in his hands and squeezed. I rolled backward as my center tingled with pleasure.
“It feels good,” I moaned.
At that, one of Giorgio’s hands left my breasts and slid down my side, over my hips, across my stomach, and eventually knit into my pants. His hands covered a lot of real estate as he moved, something he took advantage of when he cupped my waiting center. I let out a louder yelp, continuing to pull Giorgio in my hands, and he dipped a finger between my folds. It moved up until it was poking at the hyper-sensitive bud at my crest, then it moved south to run over my entrance. He alternated between the two until I was a writhing mess in his grip, on the precipice of an orgasm.
He stopped for a minute, and I could hear his grunts growing in my ear. His teeth sunk into the flesh of my shoulder and he thrust into my hand. I gripped a little more tightly and pulled a little faster, and was rewarded with Giorgio resuming his ministrations between my legs. He added his thumb to the equation, sending it up to rub the bundle of nerves at the top, while his finger poked into my entrance below. I didn’t fear letting him go where only one other person had been before, and I found myself leaning into the feeling of him, letting my hand stroke with more fervor the better I felt.
“I’m gonna cum,” he groaned into my ear.
There was an overwhelming heat gathering in my stomach, rushing towards where his fingers were attached to me. “Me too.”
Our panting synchronized as we rocked together, and he exploded first, pushing his hips forward, and I felt his warm seed spilling over my hand. Between that, one of his hands still massaging my nipple, and the other dipping in and out of me below, that gathering heat all rushed to my center and I let out a moan. I waved my body to work myself through and my brain turned to little more than mush.
I turned my head to face Giorgio and he looked down at me for a brief moment, before setting his lips on mine.
12
Giorgio
My body must have acted on impulse in my half-asleep state. Walking out of the shower and seeing Natalia lying back in my bed excited me beyond what I was able to track, and though I’d made an internal plan to push the envelope when we were both wide awake, once I’d climbed into bed behind her, my body charted a different course. I remembered drifting off, and then I awoke to her body writhing against mine with my hands fastened around her breasts, she didn’t seem opposed to it, or maybe I was just dreaming, so push the envelope I did.
As we sat, panting in the wake of orgasms, the fire in my body refused to calm. My hands went weak against her but refused to let go, and hers was the same. Though she was no longer stroking me, her soft palm was rubbing the head of me below and quickly bringing it back to attention once again. It wasn’t entirely a conscious direction I’d given my body, but I found myself thrusting against her hand, feeling the strain as I grew erect once again.
In response, her hand wrapped around me again and started to drag over me. My legs sizzled and my hands continued to massage where they were. She whined and rolled her body back against me, but in an instant, I knew it wouldn’t be enough the second time around. Natalia had quickly gone from being a nurse, a confidant, a friend, to someone my heart yearned for, and my body was joining the fray. I wanted all of her. A hand job wouldn’t suffice this time.
As difficult as it was, I unlatched myself from her and pulled my arms free. She glanced back over her shoulder, seemingly confused with my sudden stop, but I took her face into my hands and kissed her. Her plump lips trapped me and all plans to do anything else fled from my brain briefly. Even twisted at the odd angle we were at, everything felt so natural about her.
So good.
My tongue slipped out from between my lips and I was glad when she obliged and parted her lips to bring me in. A moan whimpered out of her that jolted straight downwards to my painfully hard self and it twitched, begging me to take more. More it would get, but I suddenly found myself unsure of what the days ahead would look like. Whether I got to be with Natalia again or not wasn’t a given, so I was going to have to take my time with her. I allowed my hands to sway along the curves in her body and memorize everything in front of me. It felt like the long road trips my family used to take along the countryside. Each bend of her was a curve in a road I loved traveling, one I never wanted to leave.
