I have to at least try to put up a fight, though.If only so I can look at myself in the mirror.“You shouldn’t send me messages like that when I’m at dinner, though.You know what would happen if anybody found out.”
“It didn’t take much to get you to come out here and meet me, though, did it?”he points out.“So you can’t mind all that much.”His hand is starting to creep under my dress, and I should stop him.I know I should, but how am I supposed to do that when my skin is sizzling, and my clit is so swollen, I’m pretty sure the pain will kill me?
With his other arm around me, he turns so my back is against the stone wall.It’s still warm from the sunlight that shone on it all day.“Tell me this isn’t more fun than sitting around, playing nice for the family,” he whispers, tracing my jaw with his lips and basically turning me to jelly.
He’s not wrong, of course, and it’s useless to pretend he is.“We shouldn’t,” I protest weakly, but my heart is not in it.Not when he’s so close to the center of my heat, tracing the lace trimming on my panties.I have to bury my face in his neck to keep quiet as I spread my legs wider and tilt my hips to make it easier for him.
“I would rather shove my face between your legs.”His voice is trembling as he strokes my lace-covered mound.“I could shove my tongue up your cunt, the way you like it.I love watching you when I do that.When you come on my face.”
Dear God, this is too much.My hips jerk so I can increase the friction between his hand and my overheated pussy.
“That’s what you want, isn’t it?”he asks in a deep growl that curls my toes.“For me to eat that pretty, pink pussy until you come on my face, then shove my cock in you until you cream on it.Right?”
My body stiffens when he shoves his fingers between the lace and my skin.“Soaked,” he growls, breathing hard against my neck.I can’t imagine what we must look like, with him hunched over me and my leg wrapped around his thigh.The fear of getting caught doesn’t mean anything now that he’s sliding his finger through my slit, focusing on my clit, and stroking it.
“Oh God,” I whisper, humping his hand, arms wrapped around his neck, and squeezing tightly.“Please, please, don’t stop.Make me come.”
“Come for me,” he urges, almost crushing me against the wall with his body.He’s so hard, pressed against my hip, and knowing how much he wants me makes everything that much hotter.More intense.
Every stroke against my bundle of nerves takes me higher, higher, until there’s nothing in the world but the sound of my heart pounding in my ears and his animal grunts.“Give it to me.Let me feel it.”
I have to.I couldn’t stop if I tried.It hits all at once, making me bite my lip hard to stay quiet when all I want to do is scream up at the sky.Nothing has ever felt this good, this right.Pleasure explodes in my core and radiates through my limbs, sending wave after wave of warm, sweet bliss rolling through me.
I wish it would never end.
But it does, little by little, and reality creeps in behind it.Shit.“Somebody’s going to come looking for me,” I whisper, opening my eyes to look over his shoulder.What do I expect to find?One of my brothers, maybe?Or Papa, with a loaded gun in his hand?
The patio is empty except for us, but that doesn’t mean I can afford to hang out.“I’m sorry,” I tell him, looking down at myself once he backs away a little and fixes my dress to make sure nothing is hanging out.“I need to get back inside.”
“I know you do.”He sounds a little regretful, but the gentle kiss he places on my forehead tells me he understands.That’s nice.Sweet.I couldn’t have imagined how sweet he could be.
“I’m sorry to leave you hanging like this,” I offer once I feel like it’s safe to go back in.I’m breathing normally, and my face doesn’t feel flushed anymore.Every second that passes takes me a second closer to being found out, but I can’t just leave him like he doesn’t matter.
“I’m a big boy.I can handle myself.Go ahead,” he insists, kissing my upturned mouth before giving my butt a tiny slap.“See you in the morning.Maybe we’ll find time for you to return the favor.”
Just the thought makes me tingle all over again as I hurry back into the kitchen.It’s still empty, thank God.I almost tiptoe across the room, peeking out into the hall to make sure there’s no one there.Before going back to the dining room, though, I duck into the powder room across from the kitchen to be on the safe side.
I look too happy.I need to do something about it, or I’m done for.My eyes are too bright, there’s still too much color in my cheeks.I run my fingers through my curls and splash my cheeks with cool water, then take a deep breath.There’s no reason for anyone to suspect anything, so I have to play it cool and not give them any reason to be suspicious.
Mama sighs when I return to the table.“There you are.I was about to send out a search party.”
Taking my seat, I shrug.“I’m sorry.I was just down the hall.”
“Probably on the phone with a boyfriend,” Cesco teases.
I swear to God, I’m going to stab him.
“Are you just jealous because no decent woman would touch you with a ten-foot pole?”I ask, batting my eyelashes.“Nobody who isn’t looking to qualify for sainthood, anyway.”
“He’s a work in progress,” Mama insists.“Like my boys.He needs a good woman to get him focused.”
I’m here, but I’m not here.So much of me is still out on the patio, wrapped in Alessandro’s arms, abandoning everything that never mattered to me before he came along.Everything goes on around me, and I try to participate, but so much of my concentration is still out there, reliving those moments we just shared.
Once we’re finished and everyone is getting up from the table, I announce, “I’m going up to my room to work on a paper.Good night, everybody.”Because the sooner I’m alone, the sooner I can stop feeling like they all have to know what a degenerate I’ve turned into.It must be obvious.
“That’s right,” Papa urges, patting my cheek.“You keep putting in that hard work, and it will pay off.”Great, more guilt.Just what I need.If he knew how little I’ve been thinking about school, I would never be allowed past the front gates again.
Everyone is gathered by the front door, ready to either go upstairs or out to their houses on the estate, when the door opens, and someone very familiar pokes his head in.A ripple of energy moves over the group, including a scowling Luca and a startled Emilia.
