Stefania moans against the kiss, intensifying my need. She wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck, tilting her head to the side, her lips still locked with mine.
I carry her to an empty sun lounger near the shoreline and lay her down on it, pressing my body over hers as I push her legs apart.
She arches her chest toward me. My hands trail over her perfect breasts, full and soft. Her nipples are hard against the thin fabric with nothing but her bikini top beneath it.
I play my thumb over her pert nipples, causing a deeper groan to escape her lips. A sound of pure desire. My cock throbs, rock hard against my jeans.
My hand moves over her waist, down her leg, slipping beneath the soft fabric of her dress.
My fingers leave a trail of heat as they move up her inner thigh and brush over her bikini bottoms.
She gasps as I gently touch her swollen lips, feeling the softness of them through the fabric. My cock is aching now. I hook my finger under her bikini and pull it aside, then slip my fingers into her. Warm, inviting, slick with her honey. Her pussy is throbbing around me as I slip my fingers slow in and out of her. I want her. I need her.
I don’t care about anything else.
What if this is fake?
What if she’s manipulating you again?
But no. This is more real than I’ve ever felt. She can barely contain herself. My touch is driving her wild.
Fuck.
This is very, very real.
The thought panics me.
How can I be with her? She’s my prisoner. This would be wrong. I’d be taking advantage of her in so many ways. I’m not that person.
Worry bolts through me, and I pause, hesitating. She notices, and her brows furrow as she looks at me.
“What is it?” she asks, her breath barely a whisper.
“I… I can’t do this,” I murmur.I won’t take advantage of her. She doesn’t deserve that.
Stef’s eyes widen with surprise, then embarrassment. She sits up, pushing me off her, and I stand up, straighten my pants, trying to adjust them around the massive bulge of my desire.
“I’m sorry,” I mutter, seeing her expression.
“Whatever,” she snaps, straightening her dress and walking back toward the villa.
I jog after her, catching up and walking at her side in silence. The night is heavy with tension now. Walking into the villa, she doesn’t even look at me; she heads straight to her room without saying goodnight. I groan in desperation. My body is still humming for her, pulsing in heartbeats of desire.
I take a cold shower, thinking it might help, but it doesn’t. And when I climb into bed, I toss and turn, my mind locked into what I didn’t take from her. What I so desperately want.
Without any other option, because my fucking cock won’t stop tenting the blankets, I wrap my hand around my shaft and jerk off. With each stroke of my hand, I picture her. I picture thrusting in her as she lies beneath me on that sun lounger. I imagine pulling her dress off her shoulders and licking my tongue over her dark nipples.Her lips part, her breath is hot against my mouth as I kiss her while I fuck her. My cock slides into her as my tongue plays across her lips. She moans and arches, spreading her legs wider to let me fill her up. She is the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen…
When I come, I come hard, my body shaking and a loud groan slipping from my lips.
The physical release is a relief, but only briefly. It isn’t really what I’m craving. I’m not craving something so simple.I’m cravingher. Everything about her. Her smile. Her laugh. Her skin. Her taste.It’s confusing. I’m not the type of man who has ever wanted more than sex from a woman. My whole life, it was just stress relief to be with anyone. There wasn’t much of a connection, and I preferred it that way. I didn’t have time for more. Nor did I want more.
Why is Stef so different? Is this all stemming from the fact that I can’t have her? That it’s wrong of me to want her?
I fall asleep dreaming of her and wake the next morning with another hard-on that I have to deal with before I can get out of bed and join her for breakfast.
***
Stef is sitting on the wooden deck, out in the sunshine, watching the sun creep higher over the water.
