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Michael laughed and shook his head. “Guess so.”
“I’m sure he’s the player in the family? Your little brother, I mean.”
“Now that’s where you’re wrong,” Michael said. “He’s married.”
My eyes bulged, and I jumped up straight in my chair. “No! You’re kidding!”
Michael laughed and held his belly. “I promise you I am not. He’s happily married and has a child. I can assure you he’s very much in love with his wife.” I listened to him, stunned. The man he had described did not fit the actions. I imagined myself married and almost spat out my drink.
“I think you may be right about opposites attracting,” Michael continued. “His wife is the polar opposite. She’s very serious and driven and doesn’t mess around. Hmm, interesting.”
“Who knows?” I interrupted his thoughts. “That could just happen to us, seeing how we are the reverse coin of your brother and his wife.”
He laughed boisterously, slapping his thigh in amusement. I had never heard him laugh so loudly and happily, and I couldn’t help myself from smiling as I watched. I did not know if his amusement was because what I said was a ridiculous possibility or if it had crossed his mind at some point.
Ultimately, I hoped he did not take my words seriously. While he was a beautiful man, and I had enjoyed every second of our time together, my intentions for getting to know him were entirely artistic. I believed we could be friends somewhere in the future, but that was the extent of it, really. I hoped we were on the same page in that regard.
We spent the rest of the afternoon ordering drinks and talking poolside, only heading back inside when the sun began to set. We chose the restaurant for an early dinner, and I was glad it was still sparsely populated. I couldn’t help feeling sad as I realized all we were sharing was going to end soon. While I wanted nothing serious coming out of our connection, I was going to miss him.
We ate quickly and retired for the night - earlier than usual. We had both been functioning without sleep for several hours, and the fatigue was catching up to us. When we got to the top floor, Michael took my hand and led me down the hallway, past my suite, and straight to his.
I smiled as I wrapped my arm around him. “Change of venue, I see? Wonderful.”
He laughed quietly, swiping his key card on the panel and leading us into the dim suite. His was larger than mine; it looked like it had multiple bedrooms as well. My suite cost an arm and a leg, so I could only imagine how much his must cost. He seemed like a wealthy man, but I could understate exactly how wealthy he was.
He pulled me into a kiss as soon as the door was locked, and we backed into the room together, stumbling over a couch as we moved. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other, and despite how much we had taken each other earlier, the desire remained strong in both of us.
I unbuttoned his shirt as he led us to the bedroom, leaving objects clattering to the carpeted floor in our wake. He pushed the bedroom door open with his back, easing me into a cool, dim, and spacious room. I pushed him onto the bed, climbing on after him. He scrambled to pull off his shorts, moving deeper into the king-sized bed.
I pulled my shirt over the top of my head, discarding it on the floor, and then did the same with my shorts. My shorts were completely soaked through, and I couldn’t believe how easily he had made me wet.
Michael cast a look of silent anticipation as I crawled toward him. With little ado, I sat astride him, guiding his already hard cock gently into the waterfall between my legs. The groan of satisfaction that escaped from him sounded like sweet music to my ears. I rocked and twisted in slow circuits, enjoying the now familiar pleasure of his thickness inside me.
My eyes watered from pain and pleasure as his cock pushed against my inner walls. I moved faster, and it wasn’t long before he gripped my hips, thrusting upward as he came. I kept going, regardless, hunting for my orgasm like a predator. He writhed underneath me, struggling to pull out, but I held him in place, going at breakneck speed as I felt the orgasm approaching.
Low moans washed over me from Michael, and I could make out silent pleas from him. I didn’t care; I was too close. I heard him call my name as if from a distance and sensed him tense up as he came again. His was timed perfectly with mine this time, and I released happily.
I slumped on his chest, breathing hard and frothing like a beleaguered horse. He squeezed me close, his cock pulsating inside me as my walls gripped it tightly.
“Let go, Alessia, please.” His voice was lower than a whisper, and he sounded genuinely desperate. I eased my walls, and he pulled his shaft out, causing me to spasm and twitch unexpectedly. I slid off him and lay on the side beside him.
I felt completely drained and sleepy, my mind clouded with fatigue. The last thing I remembered was Michael turning to me, putting an arm around me, and pulling me into the crook of his body just as I drifted off into sleep.
It was still dark when I woke again. I blinked blearily, my eyes trying to adapt to the darkness. My head hurt slightly, and my body felt battered. As my eyes adjusted, I could pick out shapes and objects in the darkness in the early morning light.
Michael’s arm was still draped over my waist. I quietly lifted his arm, placing it gently on the bed as I eased slowly away, not wanting to wake him up. I lay quietly for a few moments, listening to the steady rhythm of his snoring. He must be completely worn out, I thought.
Satisfied that I had not woken him up, I got slowly out of bed, sitting on the edge to look at him again. I felt an ache at the thought of what I was about to do, but I couldn’t think of another way to leave.
So, regretfully, I picked my way quietly through the bedroom, gathering my things quietly as I went. I looked back at him as he slept, and every nerve in my body wanted to go back and kiss him one last time.
I shook my head and left the suite softly, doing my best not to look back. After a quick stop in my room, I was on the next available bus leaving for Tuscany before the sun could even paint the sky.
4
Michael
I woke up with a start. My eyes felt glued together, and my head throbbed dully. It must have been at least forty hours since I had last slept. I took a deep breath, and the smell of Alessia’s hair drifted into my nostrils.
