I felt his cock swell inside of me as I began to rock faster, matching his rhythm against my clit. Our breath came faster, our bodies starting to sheen with sweat. Sex in the light of day gave us both a new perspective, and I found myself looking into his eyes as we fucked, seeing far too much emotion there and wondering if he saw the same in mine.
“Fuck me from behind,” I said, loathe to take him out of me, but not knowing if I could stand seeing the hungry look in his eyes anymore.
“Like a dog?” He chuckled as I got to my hands and knees on the bed, offering my ass up for the taking.
“Yes.” I closed my eyes, feeling his hands on my hips, his cock already seeking entrance. “Fuck me like a dog.”
I meant it, and I think he knew it. He shoved deep into me, the angle tighter now, better for us both. I reached under and rubbed my clit as he fucked me, the sound of us filling the room, two animals in heat, rutting together.
“Harder!” I hissed. “Deeper!”
He thrust again, again, grunting with the effort, giving me what I wanted, and I loved him for it. I was going to come like this with his cock buried so deep I could almost taste it, my pussy stretched with the glorious width of him.
“So tight,” he moaned, lost too, and I found him with my hand, feeling him driving into me, using the heel of my palm to rub myself off. “Oh god, I can’t… I can’t…”
“Come on!” I urged, lifting my ass higher to meet him. “Do it! Oh fuck! Fuck!”
And then we were coming together, quivering and trying to drown our cries so no one heard the sounds of our lust. My eager pussy convulsed around the pulsing length of his cock, milking him, draining him completely. Nico collapsed onto me, the hard, lean, sweaty length of his body so good against mine I thought I must be dreaming this, all of this.
I even asked him, “Am I dreaming?” as he rolled to the side and gathered me into his arms.
“If you are, then I’m dreaming too.”
I considered the possibility, touching the charm around my neck as we drifted in the hazy afternoon sunshine, wondering which would be better-dream or reality.
Chapter Three
Dear Carrie and Doc,
Janie sounds like a handful! The pictures you sent of her in the outfit Cara Lucia made were so sweet it made my uterus skip a beat. She’s growing so fast!
Remember that guy I told you about, the gondolier, Nico? We’ve been seeing more of each other. A lot more of each other. I’m not ready to call it a relationship yet, although his mother and sisters have us practically married with two kids in their heads already. Mama Dorotea talks about wedding dress fabric every time I see her and shushes Nico when he insists her arthritis is too far gone for her to be sewing. Never mind that she’s talking about sewing a wedding dress for a nonexistent wedding!
But in spite of all the mama’s boy stuff-why do I pick men who can’t cut the apron strings? — can I just say, in all honestly, I haven’t had sex like this in so long. He reminds me a little of you, Doc-so insatiable. And Carrie, you’d like him. Oh what fun we could have with Nico, you and I! That is, if Doc didn’t get too jealous. I know how he gets about sharing you, even if you’re okay with things the other way around. The more I watch people and the relationships around me, the more I realize how special you two really are. You’re in your own category altogether as far as I’m concerned. I don’t think many people get to experience what we did together. And yes, I miss it, and I miss you.
Maybe it’s because I deprived myself for so long, I don’t know, but I can’t get enough of Nico. And he… oh my god, he is a greedy boy. My little room at Cara Lucia’s has paper-thin walls and while we can sneak up to his attic room at his mother’s, I feel funny about it, and it’s clear she doesn’t approve. So we find ourselves looking for alternatives and I’m beginning to think we need to get our own place just so we don’t get arrested!
“Not here,” I whispered as Nico kissed me into a narrow alleyway, the cool brick biting my back, pressed hard against the wall.
“Yes here,” he insisted, and I cursed myself for wearing a skirt to school. March was flirting with April and the weather had been sunny and bordering on warm all day, prompting my choice of outfit.
“No, no,” I protested, but telling him no was impossible. He took what he wanted, when he wanted. I couldn’t deny him, and even as my mind forbid him, my body responded, my hips thrusting to meet the hard press of his cock through his trousers, my mouth opening under his.
“I can’t wait,” he murmured, his hand cupping my mound through my skirt. “I’ve been thinking about you all day. My cock has been hard for hours.”
“We could get caught,” I whispered, eyes closed with pleasure as he rocked the heel of his palm against my pussy. It was still daylight and anyone passing by the alleyway could see us. “Arrested. What would your mother say?”
“I don’t care,” he growled, yanking my skirt up to my waist, exposing the black flash of my panties underneath.
“Nico!” I gasped when he went to his knees, unmindful of the suit he was wearing, burying his face between my legs.
The truth was, I was already soaking wet-I’d been thinking about him all day too, about our date and where we would go to ease this ache. I had to sneak him into my flat past Cara Lucia. His mother guarded his place like Fort Knox. We had found places of course, the darkness our accomplice. We had christened the restroom at the Mood Cafe twice, once in the men’s room, the second time in the women’s. We’d made love in the gondola in the dark several times, tied to a post, nearly tipping it over once in a narrow canal with our fervor. We’d even done it like this, in dark alleys, cul-de-sacs, entryways to empty buildings.
But we’d never dared to do it like this, in the daylight, in plain sight. I usually felt like a naughty teenager, sneaking around and hiding our lust, but this was beyond daring-it was dangerous.
I loved it.
“Lick it,” I begged, sliding my leg up over his shoulder to give him better access. He nudged my panties aside and did just as he was told, his mouth working sweet, hot magic between my legs. My clit throbbed against his tongue, my nipples hardening under my blouse. I rubbed my own breasts, grazing them with my nails through the material, sending hot tingles down between my thighs.
“Oh god!” I cried when he grabbed my other thigh, pulling both of my legs over his shoulders. I looked down and could only see his curly head and the lust in those striking blue eyes on mine, his mouth fastened over my pussy. “Oh my god! Nico! Oh! Oh!”
I was coming, just like that, flooding his mouth, my clit beating time, like a hummingbird’s wings, against the lash of his tongue. He moaned softly, his fingers digging into my ass, when he felt the buck of my hips, the arch of my back.
“I have to have you,” he croaked, his face shiny with the juices from my pussy as he looked up at me, still on his knees, his eyes filled with something-a cross between desire and worship-that made me grateful he was still supporting me, because my knees suddenly felt weak.
When he shifted and stood, pressing me against the wall, I glanced down the alleyway, mindful now that we might be seen. I saw someone walk past, close enough I could tell it was a man pushing a cart, but he didn’t glance toward us. The other way was a dead end, but there were doorways all along the alley, backs of shops, and owners or employees could come out of any one of those doors.
“Nico, wait,” I murmured, feeling him fumble for his zipper, but once his cock was free, I truly couldn’t resist. The hard length of him pressing against my thigh as he kissed me was pure temptation and I found him with my hand, feeling him swell as I began to stroke him. He moved his hips, seeking entrance, but I had other ideas.
“Ohhh Mio Dio! ” he moaned as I sank to my knees for him, the cobblestone cold and unforgiving, but I didn’t care. I sucked the thick, mushroom head of his cock, feeling his hand moving through my hair, pushing himself further into my throat. I let him thrust deep and hard, let him use my mouth for his pleasure, my fingernails grazing his balls, coaxing the cum I knew was boiling there to the surface.