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I overheard him speaking to Erica, checking that everything he’d set up for breakfast earlier that morning met with her satisfaction. When she agreed that it was fine, I heard his footsteps pad into the dining room. Then he stopped, sat down and moved his chair so close to me that our bodies were almost touching.
I tried very hard (and failed) to focus and to push the memory of what had happened the last time we were seated at this table out of my mind.Oh my God…
‘So, Sophia,’ he said, looking me straight in the eyes. ‘Last night. Did it really happen, or did I dream it?’ His accent was so frigging sexy.
‘Yes,’ I said, holding his gaze and smiling at the flashbacks of his head between my legs that were now buzzing through my brain. ‘I believe it actuallydid, Lorenzo…’
‘Mmm, good,’ he replied, stroking my thigh.
This man…
‘Ireallyenjoyed my lesson,’ I whispered into his ear. Partly to avoid Fran and Erica hearing our conversation from the kitchen, and partly to assume my new role of seductress. ‘You’re anexcellentteacher,’ I said, now stroking his inner thigh upwards and purposefully just missing his manhood, which seemed to be expanding by the second. ‘Do you think we could have another lesson before I leave?’
I didn’t know what had come over me. And this time, I couldn’t even blame the prosecco…
He started grinning wickedly again.
‘Mmmmmm. I wouldloveto give you another lesson,’ he said, his hands travelling further up my left thigh. ‘But how? Everyone is here and it is daylight. People will see.’
Good point.
Think, Sophia, think.
‘Well, maybe before we leave, Imightneed help bringing my suitcase down or something, and being a gentleman,maybeyou might need to come up to my room and help me?’ I said suggestively.
He laughed.
‘But ofcourseI help you,’ he said, licking his lips. ‘Beautiful woman must not carry heavy suitcase herself.’
Oh, yes. It’s on…
Just as we were probably about to get ourselves into hot water (which, with the way I was feeling, could have quite conceivably ended with me clearing the table in a fit of passion and pulling Lorenzo on top of me), Erica and Fran came into the dining room.
I spun my chair forward and moved it a little to the right to create a more acceptable distance between us and then reached for the toast in a bid to try and play it cool.
‘Where’s Grace and Dan?’ I asked Fran casually.
‘Oh, they’ve already had breakfast and are in their rooms, packing their suitcases,’ she replied. ‘I did mine earlier this morning, so I’m just going to go for a quick walk around the grounds before we leave. What time is the driver coming, Erica?’
‘In about forty minutes. Maybe less,’ she replied solemnly as if sensing the rising sexual tension between Lorenzo and me. ‘I have something to do in my room,’ she said, walking towards the door. ‘So I will come back in a minute.’
‘I’ll walk out with you,’ said Fran.
We’d managed to clear the room again.
Within seconds, I’d grabbed hold of Lorenzo’s hand and was leading him through the living room and up towards the staircase. I stood on the second step, making us just about equal height-wise, and leant forward and started kissing him. He responded without hesitation.
As his tongue flicked against mine, I felt the electricity pulsing through my body all over again. He was such an amazing kisser. I still couldn’t believe this was what I’d been missing all of these years. Passionate kissing. Something so basic, but yet so powerful in how it can make you feel.
I should never have left it this long. There must be so many women my age or older in unhappy, loveless relationships who dream of this, but think it’s too late. Or maybe think that as much as we still desire it, passion is something that disappears when you hit your thirties or forties, settle down and become overwhelmed with the pressures of work and life in general. I certainly had done. But now that I’d put myself out there and was very much enjoying the touch of a man again, I could definitely confirm that it wasn’t just a huge turn-on; it was also giving me a new sense of energy. I felt happy. On cloud nine.Alive.
Within seconds, our hands were going everywhere. Then we heard a noise and he pulled away.
‘We must stop,’ he said, looking worried. ‘We must not do this here.’
Awww. He was trying to be good and responsible, but he’d awoken my naughty side…
I took his hand again and we treaded gently up the stairs, then darted across the hall into my room. He pushed me up against the wall, pressed his body against mine and kissed me on my neck and across my shoulders, then lifted up my black t-shirt and started petting my stomach, licking inside my belly button and then planting kisses downwards until he met the top of my jeans.
