A Dance for Him (38 page)

As things stand I don’t see how I can do anything about it. I mean, it’s true that I never slept with Victoria, and it’s true that I wanted Evie long before I knew who she was, but it just seems wrong somehow - taboo, almost. And while even then I wonder if I could still get away with seducing Evie, I have to admit I fear her reaction if she ever finds out - what if she thinks I’m some kind of gross creep, like that landlord of hers?

I don’t want to disgust her - the idea that I might disgust her fills me with despair. I feel like I’d rather die …

We’re now at the door of the palazzo. We haven’t spoken a word since we left the restaurant, and while I haven’t been able to resist glancing at her every now and then on the way back, I’ve turned away every time she’s looked at me. And now she looks stricken, the poor little thing …

I unlock the door and silently usher her in. After I close the door behind me, I turn to see her standing there, looking at me timidly, pleadingly, her sweet timorousness a strange contrast with the saucy figure she cuts in that dress of hers.

And this time I can’t bring myself to tear my gaze away from hers. Maybe it’s the half-bottle of wine, maybe it’s that I’ve used up all my self-restraint.

Or maybe it’s just that she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met and I want her like I’ve never wanted anybody else …

She must have picked up on my desire. She’s standing there, a mixture of fear and longing in her eyes, frozen by indecision.

I take a step closer to her. She doesn’t flinch, just continues to look at me in that same nervous, submissive, doe-eyed way. Our bodies are so close that I can smell the sensual scent she’s put on, and involuntarily, without thinking, I find myself looking down her dress.

That does it - my cock, that’s been twitching convulsively since we started eye-fucking each other again, begins its inevitable ascent when I see those gorgeous, half-exposed tits of hers rising and falling as she breathes.

I have no idea if she’s noticed, or if she’s reacting to my excitement, but she timidly touches my arm and looks up at me in an unmistakable invitation to kiss her.

It’s a balmy night, we’re alone in the palazzo, she wants me, and I’ve got an incredible hard-on for her. I know I’ll probably hate myself tomorrow, and maybe she’ll hate me tomorrow as well once she finds out that I’m her mother’s ex and didn’t tell her about it, but I can’t, don’t want to resist any more …

I stroke her cheek with one hand, tilt her face up further, and cover her sweet mouth with a kiss.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

He’s kissing me!

I don’t even know what happened, or why he appears to have suddenly changed his mind, but it’s hard to care when he’s backed me into the nearest wall and is kissing me like there’s no tomorrow. Our bodies are pressed tightly against each other, almost as though we were trying to merge and dissolve into each other, and he feels incredible, all hard muscle and broad, strong shoulders.

All man
, I think breathlessly as I feel not just his chest pressing against mine but also what is unmistakably a huge rock-hard erection against my tummy.

It’s hard to imagine how dejected I was just minutes ago, when all I can think about now is how good it feels to be making out with him, about how wet I am.

It just feels like the most natural thing in the world, yielding to this strong, virile, thrillingly dominant man, whose kiss has gone from tender and gentle to passionate and devouring in the meantime, and whose hands have begun to explore my body as he claims my mouth.

He started out by stroking my face, but his hands have since wandered - he’s got one arm wrapped tightly around my waist, and his other hand is cupping one breast and squeezing it before he moves my left arm from where it is around his neck so that he can push a strap of my dress off my shoulder, freeing my left breast.

He breaks off our kiss and looks at me as if to ascertain my reaction.

I shrug off the remaining shoulder strap, so that I’m now effectively topless. I can feel my face flushing at the shamelessness of my gesture, but I hold his gaze, as though to let him know that yes, I want this, that I want him to take me and make me his.

He smiles, his eyes growing dark and predatory as he takes in what I’ve done, as he stares hungrily at my bared breasts.

“Fuck, Evie, you’re so beautiful,” he growls, and before I know it, he’s backed me up against the wall again and his mouth closes in on mine even more roughly than before, except that this time both his hands are mauling my breasts, tweaking my hard nipples, pinching them, rolling them between his fingers.

I shudder and moan into his mouth as I run one hand over his broad, strong back and caress an impressive bicep with my other hand.

Before very long he begins trailing kisses down my neck and shoulders as he pushes up my dress and slides a hand between my legs. My white lace thong is completely soaked, and I see his eyes gleam as he starts caressing my clit through my panties, causing me to cry out with pleasure and even more of my juices to gush out of me.

He then raises his sticky fingers to my mouth and pushes them in. They taste interesting - pleasant, mildly salty. Without thinking, I begin sucking on them, and am rewarded with a lustful smile from him.

Perhaps he’ll make me suck his cock next
, I think hopefully, but he makes no move to undress himself, not even to unzip his pants.

Instead he orders
me
to take off my panties and give them to him while continuing to suck on his fingers.

I obey, of course, and ease the thin flimsy fabric off my hips, stepping carefully out of it before handing them to him.

He smiles, removes his fingers from my mouth, wipes the wet crotch of my panties over my lips, so that my juices are all over them, then kisses me. I close my eyes, drinking in his kiss, and soon I feel his hand between my legs again.

This time he doesn’t just touch my clit - I feel his thick strong fingers at my opening, teasing my lips apart, then slowly pushing a finger in.

I gasp.

It’s true that I’ve experimented with a vibrator in the past, but this is the first time
someone
has been inside my virgin passage, and what’s more, there’s just
something
about the way he’s touching me. Once he’s got his finger completely in me, all the way up to his knuckle, he slides it out, making me moan both from the sensation of his thick digit moving inside me, but also from an intense desire for him to fill my slick canal again.

Except this time it’s a desire that is doubly fulfilled - he pushes two fingers into me and begins alternately to thrust inside me and stretch my inner walls by parting his fingers.

It’s an incredible feeling, it’s as though every nerve inside me was sending off sparks of its own. He’s also staring at me as he moves his fingers inside me, and that familiar fixed, intense smile of lustful triumph spreads over his face as he sees me react to each movement of his fingers, as he sees me tremble and melt into his embrace, as though I were rendered helpless by pleasure.

It’s obvious he knows I know that he’s stretching me out to prepare me for the onslaught of his monster cock, and that I’m eagerly anticipating that moment …

As those sparks build up, generating heat in my core, he kisses me again, this time even more hungrily than before. His fingers are now picking up speed, making an excitingly obscene sound each time they drive into my soaking pussy.

When he finally draws his thumb over my clit and starts playing with it, it doesn’t take long for him to push me over the edge, and I come while holding on to him and moaning under his kiss, in what is probably the most intense orgasm of my life so far.

While recovering I look up at him, and he looks almost radiant
- well, radiant
and
lustful, but that’s hardly surprising given the size of his boner.

“So, Evie,” he says, smiling roguishly, “you liked that, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” I whisper. “I’d like to do something for you now, though,” I continue, as I reach for his still-clothed erection.

He laughs. “I’d like that too, beautiful. But first I want you to tell me in detail what exactly it is you’d like to do for me.”

I feel the blood rush to my face.

For some reason it was easier to do even the most wanton things than to talk about them, but clearly dirty talk turns him on … and what turns him on turns
me
on, because I want him to be absolutely ravenous when he takes me.

“I’d like to suck your huge cock,” I murmur in between kissing him. “I’ve never tasted a cock before and I can’t wait to try yours. I’ve always fantasised about being on my knees in front of you, worshipping your magnificent cock ...”

He looks slightly taken aback but delighted all the same, and I can feel his clothed cock twitch under my hand.

“Have you, Evie? Tell me more,” he murmurs seductively, his voice all velvet.

“There’s nothing I’d like better than to submit to you,” I reply, looking at him with my best attempt at a sultry gaze. “It just makes me wet to think of being your plaything …”

He smiles - oh God he looks so handsome when he smiles it makes my knees weak.

“I want to be your naughty little girl, Maestro, your little girl for you to play with as you please,” I purr, and even though I feel his cock pulse slightly as I say this, he turns very pale and grabs my hand and takes it off his cock.

For a while we stand there, looking at each other. He seems to be going through a whole range of emotions, what exactly I don’t know. Pain, desire, guilt, lust, or some strange combination of the above? …

And then he pulls back abruptly, releasing my hand.

“I can’t do this,” he says, his voice hoarse, ragged. “I’m sorry, I just can’t. Please go. Upstairs, I mean. You are still more than welcome to stay here, as we discussed. But we can’t do this. It wouldn’t be right.”

I look at him pleadingly. “But Maestro -”

“Go!” he says, indicating the staircase and turning away from me, as though he couldn’t bear to even look at me, as though it was somehow almost physically
painful
for him to look at me.

I flee upstairs.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN