His legs grew limp and she smiled around his cock, still rock-hard in her mouth. His fingers loosened in her hair, then he was kicking his feet out of his shoes, stepping out of his jeans to be naked on his knees in front of her, kissing her deeply, passionately.
“You’re incredible,” he said.
“I love the way you taste, Travis.”
“Let me taste you now,” he said, repositioning them so that she was lying on her back, cradled by the old roots, of the olive tree. He pushed her dress up over her br**sts. “Raise your arms, sweetheart.” He pulled the dress off and gently laid it down before turning to look at her in the moonlight, with only her wispy lace thong and bra covering her naked skin from his gaze.
“Bella Lily,” he whispered reverently and her heart swelled up with something she was afraid to name. He thrust his thumbs beneath the edges of her thong and slid it down her thighs, inflaming every inch of skin that he touched, following his fingers with love bites and kisses.
His fingers found her swollen nub, and he absently began to press and swirl at it. She raised her hips into his fingers and he looked at her, a naughty gleam in his eyes. “Did you know that some people think the Italian word ‘diletto’ is where we get ‘dildo’ from?”
As he said dildo, he slipped two fingers into her. Lily’s muscles contracted with delight. She was so close.
She shook her head, more from dizzy delight than in answer to his question. “No,” she panted, “I didn’t know that.”
“Ah,” he said, sliding his fingers in and out of her, each fraction of an inch more perfect than the next against her fevered skin, “you like dildos don’t you, Lily?”
She would have blushed if she hadn’t already been so flushed with longing. How could he know about her collection of mailorder dildos? How could he know how much she loved to play with them late at night after seeing him at one of Luke’s parties, after watching him longingly from across the room?
“Have you ever used a dildo?” he asked, and when Lily groaned, “Yes,” he bent over and tongued her clit in the same rhythm that he pumped his fingers in and out. “Tell me about your favorite one,” he demanded when he took his mouth away from her.
“I…” she gasped, “I can’t. Please Travis,” she begged, but he had slowed his fingers down, and she knew she had to obey him.
“How big is it?” he asked, his voice a husky syrup.
Lily could hardly breathe, so she wasn’t sure how she could answer him. Why was he torturing her like this? But she knew why, because every second that passed felt better than the next.
“For every answer,” he promised, “I will lick some part of your body.”
“Nine inches,” she said, and he raised an eyebrow in question. “My clit, Travis. Lick my clit now.”
“Just like my cock,” he said as he bowed his head and replaced his fingers with his tongue, slipping it deep into her canal. Again and again he thrust, then pulled out and laved her clit before raising his head.
“Does it vibrate?”
Again, she could hardly breathe, she needed to come so badly. His twenty questions were sweet torture.
“Yes, it vibrates,” she said through shaking teeth. “My ni**les,” she cried.
His fingers slipped back into her, his thumb gently pressing against her clitoris, then his hot breath was on the plump underside of her breast. He sucked at her flesh and moved his mouth, repeating himself until only her nipple remained dry and stiff with longing. He settled his lips around the rosy peak, and she arched into his mouth. His tongue played with the puckered flesh, then, finally, he sucked hard while plunging his fingers into her cunt hard and fast and deep.
The orgasm hit Lily like a bullet, exploding through every cell in her body. Travis alternated from one nipple to the other, rubbing his stubbly cheeks against her soft mounds, finally rearing up over Lily to take her mouth with his.
Roughly, he jammed on a condom from his back pocket, and, midexplosion, he plunged into her. Her orgasm started all over from the beginning. He was all man, and she was all woman: Adam and Eve in the olive grove where life was bursting from the soil below.
Lily rubbed herself against Travis, matching each thrust of his tongue with her own. Matching the pounding of his hips with her own frantic pulsing. No dildo could have ever prepared her for his hot, hard length inside of her, and she milked him, pulsing against his throbbing shaft.
The fire raged, then, sated for the moment, they lay panting on foreign ground. Lily rubbed Travis’s back, happier in this moment than she had ever been before, safe within the cocoon of newfound femininity, her first taste of a life sweeter than anything she had ever imagined.
Throwing caution to the wind, Lily decided that for the rest of the trip she was going to be free and wild.
An American woman learning about true passion in Italy.
Regardless of the consequences.
Chapter Nine
Giggling like kids as they pulled Travis’s T-shirt down from the olive tree, they got their clothes back into some semblance of order and walked, arm in arm, back up the winding street to the hotel. Travis felt looser than he had in years, as if a huge weight had been taken away from him. He was tempted to fight the feeling—he had always kept firm control over any emotions that threatened to jumble his well-ordered life—but he decided this once to go with the flow. After all, this was Tuscany.
Living a little wouldn’t kill him.
The only blip in the perfect evening was upon their return to the hotel. He had been dreaming of tying Lily to the bedposts, but as soon as they walked into the room, she pulled her hand from his.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, more afraid than he wanted to admit about what she was about to say. This is a mistake or I take back what I said about us wanting to be lovers.
Instead she pointed to his suitcase. “I can’t believe I forgot all about that.”
Travis looked at his bag and then back at her. “Forgot about what?”
Anger flashing in her incredible blue orbs, Lily moved toward his bag and dumped the contents on the floor. “About these clothes! How dare you make love to me when you’re planning to meet another woman here. How could I forget for a single second that you’re a man with a lover on every street corner? I’m such an idiot.”
Lily’s voice broke, and Travis was shocked by her emotional volatility. She’d always been such a mouse, and now she was making him come on a regular basis and freaking out about everything. Why couldn’t things go right for once? Where Lily was concerned it was one explosion after another. And the worst part of it all was that Travis knew he was responsible for laying all the bombs in their path.
“You’re incredible,” he said.
“I love the way you taste, Travis.”
“Let me taste you now,” he said, repositioning them so that she was lying on her back, cradled by the old roots, of the olive tree. He pushed her dress up over her br**sts. “Raise your arms, sweetheart.” He pulled the dress off and gently laid it down before turning to look at her in the moonlight, with only her wispy lace thong and bra covering her naked skin from his gaze.
“Bella Lily,” he whispered reverently and her heart swelled up with something she was afraid to name. He thrust his thumbs beneath the edges of her thong and slid it down her thighs, inflaming every inch of skin that he touched, following his fingers with love bites and kisses.
His fingers found her swollen nub, and he absently began to press and swirl at it. She raised her hips into his fingers and he looked at her, a naughty gleam in his eyes. “Did you know that some people think the Italian word ‘diletto’ is where we get ‘dildo’ from?”
As he said dildo, he slipped two fingers into her. Lily’s muscles contracted with delight. She was so close.
She shook her head, more from dizzy delight than in answer to his question. “No,” she panted, “I didn’t know that.”
“Ah,” he said, sliding his fingers in and out of her, each fraction of an inch more perfect than the next against her fevered skin, “you like dildos don’t you, Lily?”
She would have blushed if she hadn’t already been so flushed with longing. How could he know about her collection of mailorder dildos? How could he know how much she loved to play with them late at night after seeing him at one of Luke’s parties, after watching him longingly from across the room?
“Have you ever used a dildo?” he asked, and when Lily groaned, “Yes,” he bent over and tongued her clit in the same rhythm that he pumped his fingers in and out. “Tell me about your favorite one,” he demanded when he took his mouth away from her.
“I…” she gasped, “I can’t. Please Travis,” she begged, but he had slowed his fingers down, and she knew she had to obey him.
“How big is it?” he asked, his voice a husky syrup.
Lily could hardly breathe, so she wasn’t sure how she could answer him. Why was he torturing her like this? But she knew why, because every second that passed felt better than the next.
“For every answer,” he promised, “I will lick some part of your body.”
“Nine inches,” she said, and he raised an eyebrow in question. “My clit, Travis. Lick my clit now.”
“Just like my cock,” he said as he bowed his head and replaced his fingers with his tongue, slipping it deep into her canal. Again and again he thrust, then pulled out and laved her clit before raising his head.
“Does it vibrate?”
Again, she could hardly breathe, she needed to come so badly. His twenty questions were sweet torture.
“Yes, it vibrates,” she said through shaking teeth. “My ni**les,” she cried.
His fingers slipped back into her, his thumb gently pressing against her clitoris, then his hot breath was on the plump underside of her breast. He sucked at her flesh and moved his mouth, repeating himself until only her nipple remained dry and stiff with longing. He settled his lips around the rosy peak, and she arched into his mouth. His tongue played with the puckered flesh, then, finally, he sucked hard while plunging his fingers into her cunt hard and fast and deep.
The orgasm hit Lily like a bullet, exploding through every cell in her body. Travis alternated from one nipple to the other, rubbing his stubbly cheeks against her soft mounds, finally rearing up over Lily to take her mouth with his.
Roughly, he jammed on a condom from his back pocket, and, midexplosion, he plunged into her. Her orgasm started all over from the beginning. He was all man, and she was all woman: Adam and Eve in the olive grove where life was bursting from the soil below.
Lily rubbed herself against Travis, matching each thrust of his tongue with her own. Matching the pounding of his hips with her own frantic pulsing. No dildo could have ever prepared her for his hot, hard length inside of her, and she milked him, pulsing against his throbbing shaft.
The fire raged, then, sated for the moment, they lay panting on foreign ground. Lily rubbed Travis’s back, happier in this moment than she had ever been before, safe within the cocoon of newfound femininity, her first taste of a life sweeter than anything she had ever imagined.
Throwing caution to the wind, Lily decided that for the rest of the trip she was going to be free and wild.
An American woman learning about true passion in Italy.
Regardless of the consequences.
Chapter Nine
Giggling like kids as they pulled Travis’s T-shirt down from the olive tree, they got their clothes back into some semblance of order and walked, arm in arm, back up the winding street to the hotel. Travis felt looser than he had in years, as if a huge weight had been taken away from him. He was tempted to fight the feeling—he had always kept firm control over any emotions that threatened to jumble his well-ordered life—but he decided this once to go with the flow. After all, this was Tuscany.
Living a little wouldn’t kill him.
The only blip in the perfect evening was upon their return to the hotel. He had been dreaming of tying Lily to the bedposts, but as soon as they walked into the room, she pulled her hand from his.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, more afraid than he wanted to admit about what she was about to say. This is a mistake or I take back what I said about us wanting to be lovers.
Instead she pointed to his suitcase. “I can’t believe I forgot all about that.”
Travis looked at his bag and then back at her. “Forgot about what?”
Anger flashing in her incredible blue orbs, Lily moved toward his bag and dumped the contents on the floor. “About these clothes! How dare you make love to me when you’re planning to meet another woman here. How could I forget for a single second that you’re a man with a lover on every street corner? I’m such an idiot.”
Lily’s voice broke, and Travis was shocked by her emotional volatility. She’d always been such a mouse, and now she was making him come on a regular basis and freaking out about everything. Why couldn’t things go right for once? Where Lily was concerned it was one explosion after another. And the worst part of it all was that Travis knew he was responsible for laying all the bombs in their path.
