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“Yes,”
“Say my name when you tell me, Clara,” he demands. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me, Cosimo,” I plead. He grins down at me, one finger stroking the golden choker he’s put on me.
“Good girl,” is all he says before he picks up the pace and begins fucking me for real.
It isn’t too hard at first, but once he’s sure that I won’t break, he brackets my head with his arms, hips pistoning in and out with force, kissing me when my cries threaten to deafen us both. Having him filling me up like this, storming my body again and again, is unbearable in the best way. That tightness in my belly is multiplying tenfold, the pleasure of it lighting up every nerve. I can feel his chest hair abrading my nipples, the scruff on his face as he sucks at a spot on my neck, and most of all, every bit of his manhood moving in me.
I throw my arms around his neck with abandon. “Cosimo, you’re going to make me come so hard!” I exclaim, helpless. He takes one of my legs and sits up enough to hook it over my shoulder so he can fuck me even deeper, causing me to rush towards that peak even faster.
“When you do, Clara, I’m going to fill you up with my cum,” he growls, sounding almost feral.
“Please,” I sob.
“Come for me, sweetheart. Come on my cock,”
His cock hitting that nerve-filled spot inside of me and his demands are the last pieces of the puzzle, as if I was waiting for his permission, and just like he wants me to, I come so hard that everything goes white. My back arches, scream filling the air around us, as my inner walls clench him over and over. Cosimo tells me all sorts of things in Italian as he continues to thrust into me as my orgasm wracks me, and it’s only when my muscles start to relax that I hear him bite out a last curse, thrusting even harder, until I feel a warm rush in my inner channel. He’s filling me up and I love it… love the way he says my name as he comes before kissing me with abandon.
As we both come back to reality, Cosimo rolls us over, sliding out of me with a hiss, and letting me lay on top of him while I catch my breath. His body is so warm, the perfect compliment to the night air that is cooling fast.
Cosimo Giodano took my virginity. I let the fact settle on me, and there is no regret. Just blissful contentment, and the surety that I made the right call. It was glorious, and I have no doubt that Cosimo made it better for me than anyone else on the planet would have.
We breathe together, his hands gliding up and down my back, holding me close. The stars are appearing, one by one, and it’s startlingly dark out here with no light but the waning moon and the red glow from the yachts indicator light behind us.
“You honor me,” Cosimo says softly. “What you have given me is the greatest gift I’ve ever received, sweetheart. I just want you to know that.”
Affection fills my chest, warming me, but not enough that the next breeze doesn’t make me shiver. When I do, Cosimo moves immediately, sitting me on the blanket and pulling his oversized shirt over my head without a word.
“Let’s go home where you can warm up.”
I nod, exhaustion hovering on the corner of my mind. “That sounds good. I’m so tired.”
“I bet you are,” he chuckles, pulling on his shorts. “Come here, and let me carry you.”
I’m more than happy to obey, letting Cosimo scoop me into his arms and wrap me in the blanket all in the same movement. Held against him like this, there’s no hint of chill left. Once we’re back on the yacht, he sits me, drowsy and loose-limbed from pleasure, on the padded bench seat closest to him, and starts to take us back out to open water.
The trip back is shorter than when we came, since he isn’t stopping to show me anything, but it’s almost even more breathtaking. The stars above combined with the glowing city lights as we approach make the night feel like a dream, and it’s oh so easy not to think about anything else than the beauty of this place and the attentions of the man beside me.
Cosimo takes me home, and just like he carried me to the boat, he carries me to bed, too. Not my bed this time, but his, where we had made me come so hard the first day we met. Could it really just be yesterday? I almost can’t believe it. While his bed is larger, and his blankets heavier, I hardly notice, because Cosimo holds me close as soon as he slides into the sheets beside me. I’m in and out of a restless sleep, but when his arms come around me and I feel his warm breath stirring my hair, I fall into slumber so quickly that it’s like falling down well. The two of us are in a happy little bubble, but one of my last thoughts before unconsciousness is, how long can it last?
* * *
Just like Iwas so afraid of, that bubble popped as soon as I came out of my sleepy morning haze. Cosimo stayed in bed long enough to kiss me good morning and let me know he’d have the housekeeper run me a bath, but then he was gone, and I was alone with my thoughts.
I stay under the covers, wide eyed as my mind races while the housekeeper putters about, running my bath and delivering some clothes that Cosimo has picked out for me to wear today. I can smell eucalyptus filling the air, and the housekeeper casually mentions that she’s added some healing oils to my bathwater in case I was ‘sore from the boat ride yesterday’. Yeah, right. I can’t imagine they all don’t know the real reason I’m sore.
Once she’s gone, I zip into the bathroom and lower my admittedly sore body into the steaming water. Despite how chaotic my thoughts are, I sigh in pleasure as the heat begins to loosen up my stiff muscles. It feels especially good on my inner thighs, where Cosimo had nearly bent me in half towards the end of our escapades.
And that is what I’m thinking so much about.
Sinking beneath the water until it’s touching my chin, I sort through my thoughts. In a roundabout way, my father owes Cosimo millions of dollars. It might come out of the family coffers, but Cosimo is the one responsible from what I’ve gathered. I briefly entertain the notion that he slept with me as revenge, but I really think his emotion towards me is genuine. In fact, I’m sure of it. But getting attached to me has to be a detriment to what he’s trying to accomplish.
It doesn’t make any sense. Surely he couldn’t have fallen for me in such a short amount of time, and come to care for me enough to risk the complications? I mean, it’s not like I feel some sort of fate-driven connection to him… oh, hell. There’s no reason to lie to myself. Yes, I do feel connected to Cosimo. Drawn to him undeniably, even after this short amount of time. The problem is, unless Dad pays up, then there is no way a happy ending is in the future for Cosimo and I. It’s going to end badly, no matter what, so why stick around and let myself get even more attached?
I don’t want to get my heart broken this far from home and without anyone to fall back on. I need to go back to the States, and just look at this thing between Cosimo and I as a dangerously exciting fling. Even if it feels like so much more.
Mind made up, I wash and climb out of the bath, ignoring how soft and luxurious the loose, flowing linen pants and turquoise silk tank top are on my skin once I get dressed in his chosen outfit. It’s not like I have anything else here.
