We fall onto the bed, both wincing at the creak of old springs. I’m trying not to think about the last person who used this room, butSofia makes it easy for me. She arches her back to unlatch her bra, dangling it precariously over the edge of the bed.
I feast my eyes on her chest, trying to decide which attraction to play with first. I cup one breast in one hand and lower my mouth to the other. She’s perfectly proportioned and sweeter than a thousand candy canes. I lick her all over until we’re both fired up and forced to remove our pants.
There’s a change slot near the bed, and that gives me a great idea. I take a break from my task for half a moment to feed quarters into the machine. Cranking the knob, the bed begins to vibrate. We hop on board and fall into each other’s arms, rolling until we reach the end of the mattress. I nearly fall off and we have to restructure ourselves to capitalize on the added movement.
I’m not sure if it’s erotic or simply strange, but all thoughts of the mattress dissolve as soon as Sofia removes her panties. I slide myself into her and find that the vibration really is worth a dollar. It takes me to a whole new realm of pleasure because with each jolt from the mattress, my dick hits her inner walls. I’m showered with delight as I try to match the rhythm. It’s moving too quickly for me to keep up.
Sofia hooks one leg around my ass and flips me over, keeping me lodged inside the entire time. She takes a turn trying to capitalize on the vibrations until the clock runs out and the bed returns to its resting state.
By now, we’re too far into our conquest to notice. She takes me deeply, grinding her hips down on top of mine. I flip her over and throw her right leg over my shoulder, causing her to split at the center. This gives me the perfect angle from which to fuck her, digging my cock deeper each time.
She claws at the sheets, tearing through ancient fabric. I reach for her left leg, tucking it over my other shoulder so I can ram into her from above. I’ve got her completely pinned, and the sight of her beneath me nearly causes me to explode.
I pump five more times before my climax overcomes me. I hear her shouting my name soon enough, so I know we’ve arrived as one.
As we’re putting our clothes back on, we hear another couple in the adjoining room.
“Oh, Martin!” a woman yells.
I kiss Sofia roughly on the lips, “Sounds like Martin’s having a good time.”
“You’ve got him beat, hands down,” Sofia says.
We restore all our clothing and let ourselves out of the hotel room. It’s a short drive back to my home, and by the time we arrive, I’m starving. I didn’t eat anything before the test because I was worried about my nerves. Now that it’s over and I’ve worked up an appetite, I can’t wait to dig into whatever the cook has planned.
We pull up to the compound and find an odd assortment of cars in the driveway. I spot Uncle Gio’s as well as a few of my cousins’ cars from Italy. I’m wondering if there’s some kind of celebration planned, but it doesn’t occur to me that I’m the guest of honor until I walk through the door.
“Surprise!” Everyone shouts.
I’m shocked to see the living room is full. There’s the usual complement of my father’s bodyguards, but also some friends I haven’t seen in a while. My father and Marlena were busyputting this whole thing together. I find them front and center, each waving a noisemaker like a bunch of children on New Year’s Eve.
“Dad,” I say, shocked and delighted.
“Congratulations, son,” he responds.
“I don’t even know if I passed yet,” I object.
“We’re sure you passed,” Marlena says, tilting forward to kiss me on the cheek.
“Did you know about this?” I turn to Sofia, accusing her of conspiring with my father.
“Maybe,” she suggests.
I shake my head, amazed that the pit stop we just shared was only a ploy to buy the party planner's time. I slide an arm around Sofia’s waist and pull her close.
“Nice job,” I whisper.
“It’s a double celebration,” she says.
When the initial shock wears off, Marlena steers us to the dining room. There’s a buffet-style dinner spread out with all my favorite foods. I grab a plate and help myself, taking a seat in the living room to begin my feast.
Sofia sits beside me, and eventually Dad comes over with two plates. He sets them both down on the coffee table and waits for Marlena to waddle over. She’s really popped in the last few months and has a hard time getting around. I know everyone is excited for the birth of the new baby, but I can’t stop thinking about my own love life.
It has worked out so well. I never expected that I would be so happy, considering all that Sofia and I have been through. There was a time I thought I hated her, but that didn’t last. Thank goodness we came to our senses and managed to work through our problems.
“So how is it that you’re so sure I’ll succeed?” I ask my father.
“I have faith in your abilities,” Dad says.
