I lean down, grab her ass, and lick all the way from her clit to her butthole, devouring her taste with my tongue.
"Ricardo…please…just fuck me…" she moans.
I suck her harder, circling my tongue over her clit, pressing my face to her cheeks.
I never thought it was possible to want this woman more than I already did, but now I know that I was wrong.
I grip her hips and roughly slam inside her, bottoming out in one stroke. She screams my name, clenching her thighs together, trying to slow down a little, but I spread her ass further and slip in again, even harder this time.
She falls on the bed with her face now pressing to the sheets, arching her back more and bending her knees for deeper penetration. I take both of her hands and bring them together behind her back, squeezing them in my hand.
My other hand is still holding her waist while I press her even harder to the bed, thrusting into her again and again.
Her cries of pleasure urge me on, so I start moving even faster, trying to get deeper, coming in and out with slaps, riding her so ferociously as if it's our last day on Earth.
She clenches her thighs, and I know she's going to come any second. I lower my hand from her waist to her clit and start rubbing it, making circles. She moans louder, more like an animal this time, a wild panther searching for its prey.
When she starts pulsing around me, I feel I can't hold back my own orgasm any longer. Only a few quivers are all it takes to make me come hard, filling her with ropes of my cum.
My face falls onto her body, pressing my lips to her sweaty skin. Her pussy is still pulsing around my dick when I let her hands go and give a kiss to her back, from her neck to her shoulder blades.
When I pull out, we both fall onto the bed. She breathes heavily, and it takes her a couple of seconds until she starts moving and slowly turns to face me.
I move closer and kiss her neck, her shoulder, and her collarbone before getting to her lips.
This kiss is gentle and slow, the opposite of what just happened.
As we kiss slowly and leisurely, I brush my fingers over her naked body. Her eyes are closed, and I know she's gonna fall asleep any minute.
"Feel better now?" I whisper into her mouth.
"Yeah." She smiles slightly, not opening her eyes, and then adds after a pause, "But I still hate you a little."
I smile and reach for the blanket, covering our bodies with it.
"I guess we have to repeat a couple of times to make it better," I whisper, and the moment I lean to take another kiss, I realize she's already sleeping.
I smile.
I hug her gently, not to wake her up.
I love her. Still. Always will.
Chapter Ten
Angie
I’m the one who woke up first today, after the sun already filled the room with its light. I can't sleep any more, probably because my mind is still piecing together what exactly happened yesterday. And what happened after. I’ve never had sex like that in my life.
I need to talk to Ricardo.
When I take a look at him, his eyes open right away.
"You can ask whatever you want," he says softly, but it's obvious he’s been awake for a while.
He has a slight smile on his face, and I can't help thinking how handsome he is. Those strong arms and broad shoulders, soft, tanned bare skin contrasting with white sheets. And he's so cute right after waking up, with that messy hair, swollen lips, slightly unshaven.
He's perfect.
How can it be that this man is in love with me?
Sometimes I ask myself: do I try to run away because I just can't believe that this whole fairytale is for real?
"How long have you been awake?" I ask, taking a seat on the bed.
I should've guessed he wasn’t sleeping. I never wake up before him. Usually, when I open my eyes, he’s already up and has brought breakfast in.
"Is that the question that bothers you the most?" he laughs and extends a hand to pull me closer to him for a kiss, but I pull away.
"No, you're not gonna do that again." I shake my head and move a little farther away so he can't reach me.
"Do what?" He looks at me with a sly smile, perfectly aware of what I mean.
"You know what!" I take a pillow and place it between us to make a barrier. "You won't make me have sex with you again to make me forget about everything I wanted to ask! That's not gonna happen!"
"Oh, you think the pillow can stop me from touching you?" He laughs but doesn’t take the pillow away.
For a couple of seconds, we just stare at each other silently. He smiles. I'm dying for him to kiss me.
I'm still mad at him, I remind myself and adopt a serious expression.
"I woke up about an hour ago when you pressed your ass into me, and my dick got so hard I couldn't sleep any longer," he finally answers, with a husky voice and a playful smile.
I feel like I'm blushing. I bite my lower lip, trying not to smile.
What if he just came into me before I opened my eyes?
Stop thinking about that. Concentrate!
"How long are you staying in Tuscany this time?" I ask, trying not to pay attention to his sexy voice and that smile.
"If we play this game again, then we’ll do it on equal terms: I answer any of your questions, and you answer mine, in rotation." He gets up on his elbow.
"Deal," I agree. I want to extend a hand but then change my mind. If he touches me again, I won't be able to think clearly.
And I should stop looking at that chest and those muscles that tighten when he places his head on his palm.
I so desperately want to brush my fingers over his body.
I lick my lips and force myself to look into his eyes instead of exploring his body.
"That's my turn then." He smiles slyly, following my gaze.
He noticed that I was examining his body, and he obviously enjoys it.
"You haven't answered yet!" I protest.
"Yes, I have. Your first question was how long have I been awake. I answered that." He smirks, evidently enjoying this conversation.
"That's not fair," I mumble, giving him a disapproving look. "But okay. What do you want to know?"
"Why did you run?" he asks right away.
That's a tricky question. He knows why I ran: because I got jealous. I got offended when I saw another woman kiss him, even if it was just his cheek. I went crazy when I found out that they slept together in the same bed.
His gaze is so intense that I start getting nervous.
I lower my gaze, not only to avoid his deep brown eyes but because it seems as if he can see me from the inside.
"I ran away because Laura showed me the photo of you two together in bed, naked and…" I stop and swallow, clearing my throat.
I’m hoping he’ll say something, but he doesn't say a word. He wants me to finish the sentence, but I don't know what else to say.
I don't know why I ran away precisely. Was I mad that he slept with someone else before me? But that would be ridiculous.
"I got jealous that you slept with her," I finally continue, forcing myself to look at him again. "I mean, I know you fucked her, but you slept with her, in the same bed and I…I…"
It gets hard for me to breathe.
"I got drunk," he finally says. "I fell asleep in one of the guestrooms in my friend's house on his thirtieth birthday two years ago. Laura sneaked into my room, undressed, got into the bed, and took that picture. When I woke up in the middle of the night, she tried to convince me that we had sex, but I never get that drunk, if you know what I mean. I kicked her out and locked the door. End of story."