“Oh she’ll just be so delighted. She’s always wanted to hit up Rome and Milan.”
I laugh.
“Well we’ll be going to my estate in the Tuscan countryside, but I’ll make sure we do some side trips too.”
Margaret chortles.
“My beautiful niece. I love her so much. She only deserves the best.”
That makes me stop as my heart pounds. Because I have to tell someone this incredible revelation.
“I-” my breath falls short. “Margaret. I- I love her too.”
I hear Margaret take in a short gulp of breath. She can feel my emotions even through the phone.
“Well you tell her that Howie. You tell her that during sunset at your villa over some beautiful red wine and ripe tomatoes. You tell her that because my beautiful girl deserves to know.”
“Will do,” I promise. “Absolutely.”
Margaret beams again.
“Bless you darling. Now have a good time. Toodle-oo!”
I hang up with a smile on my face, the phone dropping from my still fingers. Because this is it. I’ve said it aloud. I really do love Lacy, and the realization is mindblowing, yet also freeing. Before, I always thought love was about cages and being locked down. But now I know that truly loving someone is like soaring into the heavens with a bursting heart.
I walk down the hall, my mind filled with my beautiful girl. The walls are full of portraits of strangers but soon, they will be replaced with portraits of Lacy. There will be regal portraits, and there will be a couple of sexy ones for my private collection, on display only in our love room.
Because I had one of the extra bedrooms converted into, well, something special just for Lacy and me. It’s going to have every toy imaginable, plus a walk in shower and sauna for when we want water games. Like I said, every accommodation will be at our fingertips.
But when I don’t find Lacy in the bedroom or the bathroom, my brows draw into a frown. I see that the woman’s luggage set is neatly packed, except for one small bag. A small leather suitcase is flipped open, and I catch a glimpse of a new set of bright red lingerie. Garters and crotchless panties. Perfect. We’ll be having a good time in Italy.
Next, I look in the bathroom but she’s nowhere to be found. This leaves only one place. She’s in our special room. I just know it. Slowly, I walk down the hall and unlock the metal door. Pushing the heavy slab open, I enter into the darkened space. The couches inside are made of leopard print. There are silky black marble floors as Indian music plays over the speakers. On the ceiling is a mirror with purple flowing fabric coming down in sheets from a splendid chandelier. On the pink circular bed in the middle of the room is my princess.
I should have known. I got her a virtual truckload of sex toys the other day, and she hasn’t gotten a chance to try them yet. She’s wearing a little black teddy and her blond hair falls over her shoulders in rapture. She can hardly tell I’ve entered the room because my princess is in the middle of shoving a big glass dildo in and out of her hot slit. In her other hand, she holds a bulbous vibrator to her clit. Her back is propped up with pillows.
She’s in such a deep state of ecstasy that it’s a pity to disturb her. I walk closer and closer. I can smell her now. She’s leaking all over the pink satin. My little waterfall. She’s so hot and wet, my cock rises and threatens to pop the seam of my trousers. Oh, my little princess. Look at her writhing!
I’m standing over her now. She still doesn’t know. Her eyes are closed and she’s moaning. I see the glass dildo going in and out, fucking those hot pink folds. Oh no. Don’t come like this, not when I’m here. My dong is bigger than that dildo anyways. I unzip my pants and let my erection bulge outwards. The tip of my cock hits her knee and finally, she notices. She opens her eyes and smiles.
“My lover,” she breathes. “Just in time.”
With that, I’m lower my pants down quick.
“I need some of that pussy baby. Were you keeping it from me?”
“No Howie, you were on the phone and- AHH!!”
I thrust into her with all my might and take her tit in my mouth. I suck and suck, arching my back as I thrust. I remember the first time I dunked my huge cock in this little peach. It was amazing, and only gets better each time.
“How’s my slut?” I growl and tease her, going in a little and then a lot. I grab clumps of her hair and thump my cock into her sweet pussy. She opens her eyes and smiles. I’m hypnotized. She’s such a little whore, but right now, the woman’s way beyond that. There’s something in those eyes that has awakened the volcano of my soul. One look and I’m done for.
Suddenly, I’m coming inside of my perfect princess. I grab her thighs and launch my sperm deep inside. Then I collapse by her side and start to stroke her hair. She smiles like a little girl. I lower my hand to her pussy, wet and freshly waxed for our trip. Our perfect little mound. I pat her perfect clit and she mewls while craning her head for a kiss. I kiss her back like she’s the ultimate truth. We stick our tongues in each other’s mouths and find the secret grooves. She moans, drinking me in. She puts her hands inside my shirt and feels the granite slabs of my chest. She’s really pouring all of her love to me. I get so turned on by the way she needs me, by the way she aches, by the way all her little movements say, “I’m yours Howie, take me.”
I feel my cock rising up again. She flips over me and lowers herself down onto it. She lets the hard shaft enter her pussy once again.
“That’s perfect baby, unnnh,” she moans, tilting her head back. But then her eyes snap open and she smiles at me coyly. “You know, my pussy just doesn’t feel complete without you inside me.” She lowers herself to me and kisses my lips. God, her whole mouth fits in mine. Her hands fit in my hands. Her body is almost obscured by my huge chest and strong legs. But her ass, and her boobs, my god, they go on for days. I move her against me gently, lifting her up and down my cock.
“That’s it princess. Play on my cock. Make my cock your special toy.”