Four hours later, I raced out of customs at the Florence airport and into Pia’s waiting arms. My heart raced as I touched her warm, open lips with my tongue, and the rest of the world went silent. There were no more birds singing, no sounds of the traffic that surrounded us. Even the wind stilled as I focused solely on the way her body shuddered as I brushed soft kisses from her mouth, down her neck, to the smattering of freckles on her bare shoulder.
“Tell me there’s somewhere we can be alone.”
“Sì,” she said, leading me outside to where a car sat waiting. “Do you want to know where we’re going?”
I shook my head. “I don’t care.”
When the driver opened the back door and we got in, I pulled her into my arms and devoured her mouth like a starving man. We spent the next hour with our lips fused together in one long kiss.
The driver pulled up to what looked like a resort. I got out and waited for Pia to put her hand in mine. I pulled her close and kissed her again. “I can’t get enough of you.”
“Come,” she said as I grabbed our bags from the driver and followed her down a walkway to a villa that looked like a miniature of the one at Valentini.
Once inside, she put her hands on the hem of my shirt; I grabbed the back and pulled it over my head.
“Santa Madre di Dio.” She rested her hand on my bare torso, leaned up, and kissed me.
“Pia,” I breathed. “If you want me to stop…tell me now.”
She wound her fingers in my hair and pulled me closer. My blood throbbed, and my heart beat frantically in my chest. All at once, I felt like we were melting into each other, our two bodies dissolving into one.
She reached up and slid her dress off her shoulders. It floated to the wood floor, landing in a heap at our feet and leaving her naked but for her pale pink knickers.
“Touch me,” she demanded, bringing my hand to her breast. I couldn’t resist a taste. My mouth covered her nipple, and we both groaned. Her skin taste
d like the sweetest honey; I wanted to lick her everywhere.
My lips trailed from her breast down the soft swell of her stomach. I lowered myself to my knees and pulled her body close to mine, breathing in her arousal. I gripped the fabric that was a thin barrier between my mouth and her sex and pulled it down her legs.
She took a step back, leaving them on the floor near her dress and held her hand out to me. I followed her up the stairs to the second level, my eyes glued to her ass and the way it moved, showing me just a glimpse between her legs before closing again. I put my hands on her hips, needing to touch her somewhere. When she stopped halfway up, I leaned forward and kissed her sweet ass cheek before sinking my teeth into her flesh.
She giggled and picked up her pace, running the rest of the way to the second floor. I chased after her. When she reached the bed, her playfulness dissolved into breathlessness.
“Wait,” she said, climbing onto the bed and resting against the pillows. “Let me see you.”
“My God, Pia,” I groaned when she spread her legs and rested her hand on the glistening hair between them.
“Show me. Let me see you, Mylos.” Her body writhed as I unfastened my zipper and lowered it, letting my shorts fall, and as I did, my cock sprang forth. Pia gasped and held her hand out to me.
“Let me touch you.”
I knew that if she did, the first orgasm she and I shared would be by her touch. I wanted more than that, for both of us.
Instead, I knelt between her legs and ran my fingertips from the back of her knees up the inside of her thighs. I splayed my fingers, spreading her wider, opening her more. “I need to see you first.”
I shifted so I was on my stomach, moving so close I could almost touch her with my tongue. Instead, I studied her pink flesh. Unable to resist, I kissed her.
Her fingers were back in my hair, pulling now instead of just gripping. “Mylos, please,” she whined.
I ran one finger from the top of her wetness, through her folds, and sunk it into her warmth. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I moaned, thinking of how my cock would feel when it was in the same place my finger was.
I added a second finger, slowly moving it in and out, but not deep. She felt so tight I feared I’d hurt her. I leaned forward again and kissed her, this time running my tongue where my fingers had traveled.
Pia’s hips bucked from the bed, and she cried out for me to do it again. When I did, she suddenly stopped moving. I watched in utter fascination as she fell apart in my arms, crying out my name as she came. As quickly as she’d stilled, she reached out and took my cock in her hand. I covered hers with mine. “Not yet, my beautiful Pia. I need to be inside you.”
“Mylos.” I looked up at her. “Did you bring something? Preservativo?”
“A condom?”