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“I’m
sorry about your parents, Paolo. They were good people.” And that was true. She had liked them. So had her mother; that’s why Maria was so adamant that Sofia at least see Paolo. She was convinced that the apple didn’t fall far from the tree.
“Thank you.” He took his wine and sipped, eyeing her oddly.
“I’ll serve dinner now. You sit and enjoy what little view there is of the river and the park. I’ll be right back.”
In the kitchen, she swooned from the pressure of his presence. She still couldn’t quite believe that he was on her balcony getting ready to dine with her; alone. She’d never had a boyfriend that she’d cared to keep around more than a week or two—they all had agendas and the agendas weren’t good.
Plating up the food, her waitressing skills kicked in and she carried the food out on a tray like an expert, not spilling a drop. Paolo was handsome and sexy in the dimming light of dusk. He looked like a portrait sitting there in his polished perfection. Was there a good man hiding in there? She hoped so.
“Sofia, dinner was excellent and I must admit that I quite enjoyed the view, too. I seem to forget how endearing the smaller, simpler things in life can be; how gratifying. Thank you.” He touched her hand across the table and smiled what she thought was the first genuine smile she’d seen from him.
Her heart leaped in her chest and her smile broadened. Maria had been right; he could be shown the way.
“You’re very welcome. I’m happy that you came, Paolo.” Her cheeks flushed hot and she looked down at their hands—his much larger, stronger hand lying over hers. She liked how his hand felt on hers. She imagined what it would feel like on her naked body.
Her cheeks burned hotter and she took a deep breath. Best to push those sorts of thoughts out of her head.
Paolo reached for the wine and poured them both more. “A toast to the little things.” He raised his glass to hers.
“To the little things.” Usually she didn’t drink so much alcohol, but this was a special occasion for her and she had imbibed enough to be tipsy. Fighting the buzz of the wine, she stood and reached for the plates, stumbling against the table a bit.
Paolo put a hand against her waist and hip to steady her, but didn’t move it when they were both sure she had her balance again. Their shared laughter broke down into a solemn stare into each other’s eyes.
Sofia felt the moment slipping away from her control. She didn’t fight it overly much. Especially when that strong, warm hand slid down to her thigh and under her dress to touch her bare skin.
Cold chills broke out all over her body at his touch. His hand traveled up to her ass and he cupped her ass cheek, squeezing it sensually.
His moan of appreciation wasn’t lost on her, either.
Paolo stood and moved behind her, cupping her ass in both hands and pushing her dress up over her waist.
Breathlessly, she whispered, “Paolo, I think we should stop.”
Chapter 8
Beyond the Point of Return
She wanted to stop? Paolo didn’t want to stop; he would have great difficulty stopping now, if she was serious. Was she playing a tease? With his cock pressed against her nearly naked ass, he didn’t want to stop. He was only a zip and a piece of elastic away from what he’d wanted since first seeing her.
“I don’t want to stop, Sofia. Can’t you feel that? Don’t you feel how much I want you; how much I’ve wanted you since I first saw you? You’ve been all I could think about.” He pressed his erection against her ass; her soft, perfect ass, and moaned.
Her moan was softer and set his erection to throbbing. He had to have her. He’d not had sex in weeks. She put a hand behind her and against his stomach.
“I really think we should stop, though. We’re outside, Paolo.” Her voice held no real conviction.
“There’s no one out to see us, Sofia.” He unzipped his pants, loosed the button, and let them fall to his shins. He pressed his naked, throbbing cock against her ass again, this time very hard as he held her by her hips.
She didn’t seem to want to stop now that he’d pressed against her naked. He quickly moved her thong aside and slid his finger against her slit. She was dripping wet and hot and ready. The feel of her sex on his hand was unbearable; he rubbed the head of his cock against her slick sex and she leaned forward, cocking her ass for him.
She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen or felt. Her body was perfect in every way and promised him the sweetest release of his life. Slowly, he inserted his cockhead into her cunt and she tensed all over.
He stopped and pushed her dress up farther to reveal her back, which he bent to kiss as he reached under and fondled her breasts. She relaxed again and he pressed his cock in farther. She was so tight that he thought he could come without even pushing into her completely. He stroked in and out a couple of inches for a minute and then, sensing he was about to climax, he pulled out.
He kept at her with his hands until she climaxed. As she gripped the edges of the table and her body spasmed, Paolo shoved his dick deep inside her convulsing cunt and immediately he climaxed.
It was the best and most fulfilling sex he’d ever had. He didn’t want to let go of the minx in front of him. She was his now and nothing in the world would ever change that again. Ever. No matter what, he had to have her; he had to make her his forever.
