When I stand up, Dante grabs my arm. He grabs the mic and says “Can we give an extra round of applause to Vesper?” The entire bar looks our way and begins to clap. No matter how many times a man has told me how beautiful I am, I've never felt as beautiful and sexy as I did in that moment.
Dante smiles and takes my hand, leading me over to the bar. Two drinks are waiting for us, and he hands me one of them.
“So,” I start. “How often do you put ladies on the spot like that?”
He shrugs. “That's the first time that I did it to someone else, but a friend of mine once put me on the spot like that when I was learning to play the guitar.”
I smile when I think of him being as uncomfortable as I was just a moment ago. “Well, thank you. I always wanted to play piano in this bar some day, so I guess I just got my wish earlier than I thought.”
He's all smiles, and it seems like he can't stop looking at me. Suddenly, he leans forward, tilts my chin up with his finger, and kisses me. It takes me by surprise, and for a moment, he seems like he might pull back. Then, he doubles down and presses into me further. I kiss back, feeling his muscular chest and abs against me. The heat between us is incredible. We are incredible.
I break from the kiss. There are several onlookers, same as when I had played the piano, though I don't feel like putting this kind of show on for them. I do, however, want to continue to play this music with him.
“I have a piano in my apartment, Bond. What do you think about going up to my apartment to play for a smaller audience?” I ask.
He has a wry grin on. “I would like that very much, Vesper.”
As we ride the elevator up to my apartment, I can tell that he wants to take me right there in the elevator so badly, and that something is holding him back. His eyes look at me hungrily, as if I'm the prize he has been waiting for all week.
Again, I wonder if he knows who I am. He hasn't said anything, so I assume he thinks I'm just a regular girl. I don't know why, but it makes me feel a little bit guilty.
When I open the door to my apartment, he pushes me into the wall and begins to kiss me. Suddenly, he breaks away. I practically whimper as he pulls away. “I don't believe it,” he says.
“What?” I ask. I quickly scan my apartment, wondering if I left out something that easily identifies me as a member of the Savio Family.
He gestures toward the corner of the room. “You actually do have a piano up here. I thought that was just a line.”
I laugh. He pulls off his jacket, tossing it on the back of the couch, and practically skips over to the piano and sits down, starting to play. It's one of the pieces that he played the night before, obviously one of his favorites. I cross the room and stand next to the piano, crossing my arms and frowning.
He notices me after a moment and ends the piece in an exaggerated manner. “Of course, where are my manners? I didn't come here to play this instrument.” Showing exactly what he did come up to play, he stands up and moves to me, moving his hands to my hips and lifting me up. He kisses me hungrily as I wrap my legs around him, locking my feet behind his muscular ass. My fingers go behind his strong shoulders, wrapping around his body.
He begins to walk, bringing us toward the bedroom as his hands firmly grab my ass. Before we get there I pull his shirt up over his head. His hair, which was just the right amount of messed up before, is now even more messy. I run my hand through his hair, trying to smooth it back out, but its no use. He seems to be oblivious to it as he leans back in to kiss me.
When we get to the bed, he throws me down on it. I'm glad I didn't leave a stiletto or something in there. For a moment he stands over me, clearly thinking about what he'd like to do to me. He undoes the belt of his slacks, pushing them down to the ground. I smile as I'm finally able to see how hard he had already gotten through his boxers. I unbutton my jeans and begin to push them down but he stops me.
His lips meet the top of my panties and begin to kiss downward. I gasp for a moment as he puts pressure on my clit through my underwear, but instead of lingering, he keeps moving down. He begins to pull on my jeans, and I arch my hips to allow him to pull them off. He kisses his way down my leg as he pulls, sending shivers down my spine.
As he begins to kiss back up my legs, I pull off my sweater. The white bra and panties that I'd picked that day was nothing special, I didn't plan for things to go this far. Still, he looks at me ravenously, as if I am dressed in the most provocative outfit I own.
He lowers himself over my body, kissing me fiercely. He has an energy that I rarely feel in men, and I enjoy it. He seems to match every movement, every writhe my body makes.
“Lie down on the bed,” I say. I stand up and kiss him, placing my hands on his shoulders and guiding him down. He smiles as I reach behind me and unclasp my bra, allowing my breasts to be exposed to the world. I run my fingers up the sides of his legs, up underne
ath the fabric of his boxers. I bunch the fabric up, grabbing them in handfuls, and begin to pull them down.
He audibly groans as his cock is set free, springing from his pants. His V-shaped groin muscles point down in the most delectable way. I immediately trace the V lines down with my fingers, feeling the muscles attached, wondering how good it's going to feel to have those muscles thrusting into me.
I move my hand to grasp the base of his shaft, then lick from the bottom to the head in one smooth, long lick. He watches me with a smile on his face as I envelop the head with my mouth, looking up at him sweetly.
“You are so beautiful, Lucia,” he says to me. Reverence fills his voice.
I'm not used to people saying my name like that, even if it's not really my name. It makes me feel warm and tingly inside. I reach for a condom in my nightstand and quickly slide it onto him. I smile and crawl my way up to kiss him. I feel him at my entrance, hard and ready, and I let myself slide over him. He gasps as he enters me, and I gasp as well, surprised at how good he feels inside of me.
I begin to writhe against him, moaning into our kiss as we move together. His hands go to my ass, moving me up and down as he begins to thrust into me, going even deeper than he had before. I gasp and throw myself up, kneeling over him as he continues to thrust. His hands go to my tits, kneading them and pinching at my nipples. As he leans up to a sitting position to kiss them, I rub my hands all through his hair.
His hands grasp my back tightly, pulling me in farther as we begin to move in tandem. Our every motion is reflected onto the other, and I feel a synergy that I've never felt with a man before. We are perfectly matched. It's like we are made for one another. I think he feels it, too, because he begins to make grunts that are just so hot. I thought that because of his youth, I would be showing him how to do things, but he knows what to do almost better than I do.
Suddenly, he lifts me up, then rolls over with me on the bottom. I come crashing down to the bed with him still inside of me, and he barely misses a beat. He's thrusting into me, and I get to watch that ass as he fills me over and over again. As he pistons into me, his dick rubs against my clit in just the right way, and I find myself getting closer and closer to orgasm. I haven't felt this level of pleasure in ages. It's hard and fast and exactly what we both need.