A Place in the Sun(54)

He led me around the back of the living room couches and up the stairs to the second floor without a word to the group. I was too nervous to care if anyone had seen us disappear. It was pitch black up there and I was freezing cold. Water dripped down my body; I knew I was leaving small puddles on the hard floor. Gianluca didn’t seem to care, he just kept pulling me toward the end of the long hallway, toward his room.

He never let go of my hand. He pulled me into the dark room behind him and the smell of freshly laundered linen hit me in a wave. He led us through the dark and I held one hand out in front of me, trying to ensure I didn’t walk into a piece of furniture. I should’ve realized he wouldn’t have let me.

He paused and I listened to the sound of him striking a match. Gentle yellow light illuminated the room around us, hardly enough to see, but when he held the small tea candle up between us, I knew it would be enough.





GIANLUCA DROPPED THE candle to the bedside table and then he bent to tug my dress up my thighs. The heavy, wet material dragged across my skin, torturing me.

He was a dark dream, standing there in drenched clothes with his sharp features carved in candlelight. I was always greedy for Gianluca’s touch, but that night, the feel of his calloused palms on my thighs only made me more ravenous. It’d been days since I’d felt his hands on me. I’d had to keep my distance from him all night and as a result, I was hungry for him—starved really.

One of his hands lingered on my thighs, drawing soft circles higher and higher. The other reached up and dragged across my bottom lip, demanding entrance. He tilted my head back and pressed his thumb past my lips. I closed my mouth, swirling my tongue around his thumb until his hand gripped my thigh so hard I knew I was getting to him. I dragged my teeth along his knuckle and then bit down gently. He smirked and I shivered.

My senses were heightened, anxious about the unknown objects that lurked in the dark. I’d never seen Gianluca’s room in the light of day and now, lit only by fire and lightning, it was too dark to see anything beyond him. I trembled as he pulled his thumb out of my mouth and finished pulling my sopping dress off overhead.

Chilled air hit my skin and goosebumps bloomed as I stood there in nothing but my panties, wet from the rain.

His eyes dragged down my full breasts and tight stomach. I nearly closed the gap between us, but there was power in seduction, in loving my body enough to confidently show it off. His hands hit my waist and I let out a sigh. I’d wanted him to touch me higher, to palm my breasts and tease them in his palm, but he ignored them—on purpose.

He was on a different mission, slowly dropping to his knees before me.

“What—”

His hands gripped the back of my knees and I let my mouth hang open, my question forgotten. He blew warm air against the inside of my thigh and then pressed his lips there, repeating the gesture up the inside of my legs, higher and higher until I could reach down and grip his hair without much effort at all. At some point I’d squeezed my eyes closed, but I forced them open and looked down the slope of my body to where he knelt before me. The candle hardly reached him at that angle; I couldn’t see anything beyond my fingers strung through this thick strands. In the shadows, I had no way to prepare myself for the path he traced with his mouth. He moved up, kissing right below my navel, at the top of my wet panties. Then he slowly made his way down to one thigh, and then the other, tightening his circle with each round.

His mouth hit the groove of my inner thigh and then with one hand, he spread my legs apart another few inches, just enough space for him to lean up and press a kiss to the outside of my underwear. I was so thankful for the darkness; I didn’t want him to see how easily he’d stolen my composure.

I kept waiting for him to drag my panties down to the floor, but he used the silky material to his advantage, exhaling a warmth breath there and pushing the soft, wet material against me. My head fell back with the weight of his seduction. I’d barely processed another kiss when his finger hooked into my panties and he brushed them aside, baring me to him. There was no buffer, no way to steel myself against his kisses. His lips pressed against me and then his tongue dragged back and forth so…utterly…slowly. He used the tip to swirl soft circles, dragging me down, down, down, and then he backed off, lapping me up and down. The rhythm was deliberate and maddening. He swirled his tongue until I felt the waves of my orgasm start to crest, and then he squeezed the back of my thigh and moved away.

“Gianluca! You can’t… I have to…”

I felt his smirk against my hip and then his finger brushed up, replacing his tongue. It was such a sharp change. His tongue had been silky and soft. His finger was stiff and the pressure he applied was just what I needed. I rolled my hips forward to meet him, and he rewarded me by slipping his finger inside just enough to hit my most sensitive spot. He pressed in deeper and I tightened my grip on his hair, showing him that I needed more.

He added a second finger, delicately teasing them both into me as I exhaled a shaky breath. My stomach quivered. By then I was so turned on, he could have leaned forward and breathed on me and I would have come apart on his lips.

He knew it too. There was no end to the torture I endured before he let me come. He dragged his fingers in and out and swirled his tongue around me. He used his other hand to keep my hips still so I couldn’t rock against his mouth, not until he’d turned me absolutely mental, not until my pleas were slipping out, over and over. I begged him to give in and let me come and then when the fireworks trickled down my body from head to toe, and his mouth was on me and his fingers were f*cking me, I shook like my life was ending, like that orgasm was the last thing I’d ever experience on Earth.