Cane guided my hips down and released a quiet moan once he was buried deep inside me. His fingertips dug into me possessively before he guided me up again then back down. “Play with your tits, Bellissima.”
It was a name I’d quickly adopted. Now I never heard him refer to me by my real name, and I liked it that way. I felt like a different woman with a new identity. It was almost like the past never happened at all.
My hands cupped my breasts, and I massaged them in the best way I could. I’d never played with myself in front of a man. I’d never tried to be sexy or seductive. I could look like a total idiot right now, and I wouldn’t know.
Cane seemed to like it because his breathing increased. His fingers dug into me harder, and his eyes darkened. Slowly, he moved his hips with me, thrusting his length inside me as I moved up and down. “Fuck…”
Watching him enjoy me gave me more confidence. I moved up and down harder, letting the arousal direct my movements.
He sat up and hooked his arms behind my knees, lifting me up and down his length as he gently rocked into me.
He’d never been this deep inside me before, and I wrapped my arms around his neck and moaned through the pleasure. He was deep and thick, and his impressive size felt so incredible. My clit rubbed against his body every time he lifted me, and I felt the heat flood my core. I had friends who told me their boyfriends hardly ever made them come, and it took forever to happen on the rare times it did occur. But that wasn’t the case with Cane. If he wanted to make me come, he could do it whenever he wanted.
And he did. “God…Cane.”
His eyes darkened and he pumped into me harder, ramming me right in my sweet spot. “Bellissima.”
I screamed right in his face, coming all over his dick and enjoying every second of it. My nails dug into his shoulders, and I pressed my face into the crook of his neck as I finished, my teeth nicking his skin slightly.
When I finished, Cane moved me to my back and pressed his heavy weight on top of me. He fucked me hard into the mattress, making the bed shake and the coffee mugs fall to the hardwood floor and shatter. He gripped my thigh around his waist as he gave it to me as deep and hard as possible.
Within a minute, he came with a loud moan, depositing all of his seed inside me. He shoved his entire length into my channel and gave me every drop, making sure I took it all.
I gripped his ass and pulled him deep into me, wanting his come as much as he wanted to give it.
That made his eyes darken more like he wasn’t satisfied at all. It seemed like he wanted me all over again even though we just finished. A sheen of sweat had formed on his upper lip, and when he kissed me, I could taste the salt.
I felt his cock soften inside me with disappointment. I wanted to keep going, to make this last longer, but we’d both reached our climax.
Cane stayed buried inside me like we weren’t finished. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Cane led me to the car and opened the door for me.
“Where are we going?” The only place we’d visited together was Crow’s estate in Tuscany. Other than that, I stayed home while he went to work during the day.
“Sightseeing. I thought we would start with Rome.”
“Sightseeing?” Why would Cane want to see the historical landmarks he’d experienced his entire life? “You don’t seem like the tourist type.”
“I know you didn’t get to see any of Greece. Thought I’d show you around. Unless you don’t want to?”
The words flew out of my mouth. “Of course, I do. Just doesn’t seem like something you’d be into.”
“I’m into getting laid.” He winked then guided me inside before he shut the door. He got into the driver’s side of his two-seater black car. The powerful engine came to life, purring like a mountain lion.
“Well, you’d get laid anyway.”
“But I’m sure you’ll step it up a notch.” He left the house and drove past Florence and headed for the capital of the country. The radio was on, and everything was in Italian, so I couldn’t understand a word of it. There was only one word I did understand—bellissima.
After yesterday, I wasn’t sure if that was possible. “I can try.”
Cane and I didn’t talk much on the drive, but we didn’t talk much as it was. Most of our relationship was based off physical communication more than anything else. He had a few phone calls that were all in Italian.
“Are you sure you don’t need to work today?”