She drew out her compliance for several long seconds, then leaned forward and propped up the phone on the bath caddy. Reclining against the head cushion, she scooped out a handful of suds and tossed it over the side. Two more revealed the tops of her breasts. Then, lifting both arms, she tucked them behind her head.
‘Fuck!’ I scrambled for a worthy description, but my brain was short-circuiting. So I fell back on the simple but utterly befitting word. ‘Beautiful. God, you’re so beautiful.’
A soft moan puffed through her parted lips, drawing my attention to the cupid’s bow I wanted wrapped around my cock more than I wanted to breathe. I released my death grip from my shaft and pumped my fist up and down, groaning at the dirty delight of it.
‘My turn. Show me, Cesare,’ she whispered. The surface of the water rippled with her restlessness. Her tits bounced and my vision hazed as hunger tore through me.
‘In a moment,’ I managed to get out. ‘There’s another condition, remember?’
‘What is it?’
‘That you go to bed naked tonight.’ Normally, she wore one of her decadent sets of lingerie that drove me insane. Tonight I had something different in mind. Something she might not go for. ‘Naked and wet.’
She watched me from lust-drugged eyes. ‘Why?’
‘I want to slide inside you while you’re sleeping.’ The very thought of it made me leak some more.
Her breath hitched. But the scandalised expression didn’t return. Instead, her nipples slowly hardened. Fuck yes, my little minx wasn’t against the idea.
‘Will you do that for me, baby?’
The slightest hesitation, then she nodded. ‘Yes.’ Her gaze dropped, searching the bottom of the screen.
I dutifully angled it. ‘See how hard you’ve made me,bedda?’
Her moan was louder, longer. My hand moved faster, jacking myself off for both our pleasure. When her right hand started to lower, I paused long enough to catch her attention. ‘One last thing, Maddelena.’
‘Oh God. What?’ she whined.
‘You’re not allowed to come.’
Her open-mouthed outrage and upright surge, displaying her glorious tits, was all I needed to nut all over my hand. After I cleaned up, I lifted the phone.
‘Sleep well. I’ll wake you up in the best way, baby,’ I said, blowing her a kiss. ‘Count on it.’
29
MADDELENA
From the poolside of the Nevada canyon mansion we’d rented for the race weekend, I tracked Cesare as he readied to leave for the racetrack.
I’d been nervous-cooking all morning, much to the quiet horror of the chef who came with the house. Eventually, I’d taken pity on the poor man and returned his domain to him, choosing to sit out in the sunshine, tearing my freshly made croissants to little pieces.
‘Hey, baby, what’s wrong?’
I startled and looked up.
He was dressed and the fleet of SUVs were waiting to drive him to the track. ‘I have a bad feeling I can’t shake.’
He was already peeved at having to leave me behind, and his mood turned darker. ‘I know. So do I.’
‘You do?’ My fear surged, but I liked that he didn’t try to dismiss or minimise my concerns.
He wrapped his arms around me and brushed a kiss on my forehead. ‘Yeah, I’ve had it for a while.’ He tilted my head up and looked deep into my eyes. ‘But I’m doubling down on everyprecaution, you hear me? I’m not taking chances. With you or with myself. Okay?’
The ball of terror shrunk a little as I nodded. ‘Thank you.’
He kissed me. Long and deep and slow. Then reluctantly stepped back. ‘Gotta go,bedda. Miss me, please.’
