Her pussy burned over my dick as she picked up the pace. I lay back, gripping her hips and helping her move over me. I watched as she threw her head back and cried out. Her pussy contracted hard, making me growl as I worked to hold back my own releases. I wanted to watch as pleasure washed over her, through her.
But the minute she was done, I flipped us again. With one hand pressed firmly in the mattress by her head, I used the other to hoist her knee up, opening her to me. And then I let loose the beast that was clawing to get out. My hips pistoned, thrusting my dick in and out, faster, harder. My lungs hurt from the exertion. The muscles in my arm and thighs burned. But I was a crazed man as I raced to the edge of madness and then, with one, hard, deep plunge, I let go. Pleasure flooded my blood stream, radiating from my cock out through the rest of my body. It was like I imagined a first hit of a drug was like; so fucking satisfying.
My hips continued to buck until I emptied the last drop of my cum and I collapsed in a boneless pile on her. Not wanting to smother her, I managed to roll to my side, holding her next to me as I regained my breath. Jesus, that was so good. Amazing. The incredible pleasure had to be because it had been so long since I’d gotten laid, but some little part of me wondered if it was something about Kellie.
Jesus…she’s my assistant. The guilt and regret instantly filled the amazing afterglow of coming. I rolled away, sitting on the edge of the bed and rubbing my hands over my face. I was about to be the biggest asshole and leave her after fucking her. But this was wrong for many reasons, the biggest of which was that she worked for me. But then there was the potential that she’d develop feelings, and I couldn’t afford that. My focus was on the family business and in particular this expansion into Europe. So what the fuck was I doing getting naked with my assistant?
But leaving her would cheapen this. I wasn’t the type of man to love ‘em and leave ‘em. I didn’t have meaningless hookups. But business had to prevail. It had to come first.
I looked around the room and realized I had no clothes or robe here. I’d have to walk out naked.
I finally garnered the guts to turn to her. She was studying me, her expression annoyed, yet resolved. Of course, she knew what was going on in my head. She knew me better than most people did.
“I’m going to my own room,” I said standing.
She nodded. “I figured you would.” Her tone sounded like she was calling me a coward. I wanted to be offended, but it was possible I was misreading her tone. Or that it was my own conscious that was telling me that.
“Good night.” God I was a jerk.
“Good night.” She rolled over, her fine hour-glass curves faced away from me. A flood of longing rushed through me. I wanted to lay with her, spoon around her and let my hand trace those curves. But I ignored it, and hurried from the room to my own. I took a quick cool shower, put on some boxer briefs and a t-shirt then climbed into bed. The night played over and over in my head, especially the part about how luscious her body was. It made for a fitful night’s sleep.
The next day, Christian arranged for a tour of Rome. I woke feeling frustrated and guilty, but another shower gave me time to get my shit together. Kellie had never been to Europe, and I wasn’t sure she’d ever be back. So, I’d make certain that she had a good time.
Our driver took us everywhere. Even better, he was a lively and entertaining tour guide, which Kellie seemed to appreciate. She laughed at his jokes and asked him a ton of questions as we fit in a week’s worth of sightseeing in a day. I tried to act normal and interested as well.
When we toured the Colosseum, I said, “Did you know they used to flood this place and have mock naval battles?”
She looked at me and then to our guide for confirmation.
“Si,” he said. “Plus, chariot races, gladiator contests, entertainment, and executions.”
Along with the Colosseum, we visited the Forum, the Pantheon, and the Spanish steps. Then we went to the Vatican, the center of the Catholic world.
We even managed a little shopping. I knew that buying her things was my guilt trying to make amends with her. She tried on a lovely yellow flowy dress and I insisted on getting it for her. It was so her. Sunshine and light.
Of course, it didn’t make up for how I’d used her to get my rocks off and then left her. I knew I needed to apologize, but I had the sense she didn’t want to talk about it either. I might be her boss, she wasn’t one to hold back if she had something I needed to know. The fact that she hadn’t said anything about the night before suggested she didn’t want to revisit it either. So, I kept my mouth shut.
We had a lovely dinner in a restaurant near the Fountain of Trevi.
“If you throw a coin and make a wish, it’s supposed to come true,” I said, handing her a Euro.
“That’s not correct,” a woman sitting on the edge of the fountain said to my comment. She sounded British, not Italian.
“I beg your pardon?” I asked.
“The myth around the coin. It’s actually, if you toss in one coin, you’ll return to Rome.”
“Are there myths for more than one coin?” Kellie asked the woman.
“Yes, if you throw in two coins, you’ll fall in love with a handsome Italian.” She smiled. “I know that one works.” She nodded towards a good-looking guy who was heading toward us holding two small cups of gelato. “Three coins and you’ll marry the person. That’s true too. I’m on my honeymoon.”
“So are we,” I said, and then chastised myself. “Although, I’m not Italian.”
“Oh, well, the myth is that you toss the coins with your right hand over your left shoulder,” she said, standing as her new husband approached.
“It’s very romantic,” Kellie said, looking at the fountain. She seemed sad and I hated that I was probably the cause. See, this was why I should have been stronger and never touched her.
“People think it’s ancient lore, but it’s really from a movie,” her husband said, handing her a cup of gelato.