Sabrina looked down at his cock, hard and straining towards her, and she swallowed. “You didn’t come yet.” She murmured, seeming unsure where to focus her gaze.
“We’ve been naked together, tesoro.” He answered, amused. “My fingers were just inside you. You’re allowed to look at my cock.”
She gave him a rueful grin. “I wasn’t sure what the etiquette was for this sort of thing.” She mused out loud. “It’s big, and it’s hard not to look at it, but I didn’t want to be rude.” She gave him a wry smile.
Cesare’s cock pulsed at the reminder that he was taking so many of her firsts. He took a step forward and pressed a kiss against her perfect lips. “Go dry your hair, tesoro.”
“Or?” She arched a brow in question.
“Your first time will not be in a hotel shower. Get your ass out before I change my mind, you minx.” He gruffed.
“Yes, sir.” She smiled mischievously, pressing herself against him as she stepped out of the shower.
Cesare watched Sabrina, eyes darkened, as her ass swayed back and forth for him as she walked out of the room.
He rinsed the smell of chlorine off, and when the sound of the hair dryer began, he fisted his cock, exhaling in relief. He needed to take the edge off if he was going to survive the next hour.
He thrust into his hand, leaning his forehead against the tile, and let out a long low groan. His cock was already hard and throbbing and leaked a sheen of pre-cum. His balls, aching and tight, drew up as he tightened his grip and increased his speed. He came embarrassingly quickly, picturing the expression that would be on Sabrina’s face when he came inside her tight little pussy for the first time.
Cesare watched as the evidence of his obsession ran down the drain, and he turned off the shower, stepping out and wrapping a towel around his waist. His sweet tesoro needed to get used to seeing him without clothes. He exited the bathroom and grinned at the sight of Sabrina in his hotel robe, putting lotion on her long legs. It was a sensual sight.
Cesare watched as her creamy skin was both hidden and revealed by the robe. She stood with one foot propped up on a stuffed armchair as her small hands ran the length of each slender leg up and down, back and forth; rubbing in a cream that smelled like vanilla cake. She looked and smelled edible.
Her movements continued to tease him with a glimpse of her long legs and beautiful tits. Fuck if he didn’t want to drown in her all day. He couldn’t get enough of her.
Seeming to sense his presence, Sabrina looked up, her expression shyly content. “I blow dried my hair.” She smiled, gesturing to the beautiful red mane that spilled out over her shoulders.
“Very good, baby.” He answered, approaching slowly. “You are so beautiful.”
“Thank you.” She smiled back.
“Get a hair tie and a brush, tesoro, then return to the chair.” He requested.
Sabrina followed the instructions, as he grabbed a pillow from the closet and took a seat in the overstuffed chair by the window. She had already closed the blinds to any accidental on-lookers. Good girl.
Sabrina approached, hair tie and brush in hand, eyeing the setup with curiosity.
“Sit on the pillow, baby.” Cesare gestured to the pillow he had placed on the floor between his widespread legs. “You’re going to lean back against the chair, facing forward.”
Sabrina did so, settling in with a sigh, and laid her head back on the cushion of the chair. Her hair splayed out across his lap as she looked up at him with trusting eyes, her head between his legs. Cesare did his best to take a mental picture, never wanting to forget the sight.
“Do you trust me to take care of you?” He asked.
Sabrina nodded. “Yes, daddy.” She whispered.
Cesare’s eyes darkened even as his chest expanded and his core settled. “Very good, baby.” He praised softly, running his fingers through her hair. “Hand me the brush, tesoro.”
Sabrina handed him the brush and laid her head back, relaxing into his hands.
Cesare smoothed her hair back, gently running the brush through her long locks. He watched as Sabrina melted to the sensation, enjoying the view her position gave him; of her beautiful tits rising and falling as she breathed in and out; peeking from the deepening plunge of the neckline that the bathrobe continued to reveal. Her lips parted slightly, and it made him think of what he had planned for that delicious mouth.
He massaged her scalp the way she had taken to massaging his, and Cesare took great pleasure in the soft moan that escaped Sabrina's lips. “I’m going to buy you a plane ticket. Two-way, open-ended. You can choose the departure date and the return date when you want to come back to Maine.” He intoned.
Sabrina blinked her eyes open, her eyes hazy and unfocused with pleasure. “When do you leave?” She asked, arching into his hands as he massaged her neck.
“Tomorrow.” He answered, reaching back for her hair and slowly beginning a braid. “In the morning.”
Sabrina let out a soft sigh and nodded. “Thank you.”
