Chapter Nine

The elevator doors closed and Emiliano stood facing me, my back against the glass, his lips so close to mine I could feel his breath. He closed his eyes and said in a low voice,

“I told you, Hera, I’m spoken for. Quit tempting me.”

I reached for his finger and he held my arms up against the glass.

“Don’t start,”

He hissed. The doors of the elevator opened and Emiliano led me hand in hand, back out of the club and into an SUV.

The SUV arrived at the airport and the helicopter took Emiliano and me back to the yacht. Emiliano helped me out of the helicopter and down the steps. I was not as used to walking in stilettos as Anka. Emiliano lost his patience half way down the stairs and picked me up in his arms and took me all the way to the room. He set me on my feet and turned me around to unzip my dress and he started pulling it down until it was no longer hugging my body and was on the floor. Leaving me in my black thong and crystal heels.

I turned around and Emiliano grabbed my face and kissed me. He stuck his tongue in my mouth, and ran his hands down to my ass. He picked me up and gently laid me on the bed and laid next to me while he kept kissing me. I felt his hand caressing my tits and playing with my nipple ring. I smiled in amusement and Emiliano dove his hand from my nipple down my stomach, to my aching, wet, kitty.

He let out a harsh breath when he rubbed my clit and felt how wet I was. I arched my back and moaned loudly. Emiliano took his wet fingers off my clit and put them in my mouth and I sucked his fingers clean. He moaned and pulled me closer so I could feel his erection in his pants. He took his fingers out of my mouth and traveled them back down south. This time, he used his thumb to rub my clit while he stuck the two fingers inside me.

My body tensed and I let out another moan. Emiliano kept a slow rhythm with his fingers which kept my back arched. I could feel his fingers getting rougher and faster and my whole body froze as the climax was filling up more and more in my abdomen. My toes curled and goosebumps covered my entire body as the orgasm took over and I came so hard. Emiliano’s whole hand covered in my squirted juices. I thought he was going to be mad, but he smiled and said,

“I’d never seen a girl do that before. Go clean up.”

I got up and got off the bed, kicked off the shoes and went into the bathroom. I removed my black lace thong and turned on the shower. The water was a cool temp on my still burnt skin. I stepped out of the water to soaped up my body and in came a naked Emiliano. Tanned, his skin looked tightly stretched over every one of his muscles. His legs like trunks. His dick hard as a rock. I moved out of the way so he could get under the water. He screamed,

“Cristo donna, quest'acqua è fredda!”

“Christ woman, that’s cold!”

Emiliano turned the water to a hotter temperature and I laughed. He looked at me like he caught me and I looked at him, tilted expression and asked,

“Cold water?”

Emiliano looked at me suspiciously then traded me spots so I could rinse all the makeup off my body as he soaped up his.

I was happy to see my tattoos again and Emiliano smiled at my merriment as I traded him places so he could rinse. While he rinsed, I got out of the shower and wrapped myself in a towel and went back into the bedroom to rummage through the pink and white bags for something to wear when I heard Emiliano’s voice behind me say,

“That won't be necessary.”

I turned around and saw him naked and soaking wet. He grabbed my arm and pulled me so suddenly I dropped my towel and I was up against his chest. We were looking in each other’s eyes. Without the 6 inch stilettos my face was to his neck. I didn’t want to ruin this moment, but I couldn’t go any further, feelings as afraid as I did.

“Emiliano…”

I grabbed his face in my hands and asked,

“Are you sure Anka is the one you want?”

“Not you too!”

He backed away so he was no longer in my arms, but he stayed studying me. After what seemed like forever, Emiliano looked down then finally confessed, whispering,

“I’m not sure.”

He rubbed his face with his hands and I felt bad. I took the step between us and I gently pulled his hands down off his face and looked up at him. He looked at me and I knew he was looking at me and not seeing her. Emiliano grabbed me and kissed me again, slipping his tongue in my mouth. He leaned me down on the bed again. This time he was on top of me with his raging boner. I opened my legs wide so he had the opportunity to stick it in. I could see him hesitate for a second then I grazed his empty ring finger with my hand and gave him my tilted blank look and that was all he needed.

He stuck himself inside me with such force I slid back on the sheets. He moaned and I arched my back. He grabbed me by the hips as he sucked and bit my neck and boobs and nipples. Emiliano thrusted himself deeper inside with all his might and the climax started boiling under my skin. He played with my nipple ring in his mouth as his hips moved faster. He was so strong and hard as he dug deeper and rougher. My wet pussy waxed his shaft as it quickly traveled in and out. He took my hands in his and held them above my head as he humped harder and harder. I felt the orgasm start from my knees and end in my abdomen. I screamed Emiliano’s name so loud as I squirted all over him.

Emiliano’s whole body went stiff and I could feel his member inside me swell and the pulsating of his cum filling up inside me. The activity inside me sent me into another orgasm and my feet curled and goosebumps coated my entire body. Emiliano looked me in the eyes and I saw them sparkle. He pulled out and laid next to me. We were both panting heavily. Emiliano took me in his arms and he smelled so good.

“Don’t fall asleep, we have to get cleaned up,”

He said weakly and he stayed still. I could feel myself starting to drift to sleep. I wanted to sleep in his arms.

Emiliano shuffled under me and I woke up. The sleeping Don was so peaceful, I didn’t want to wake him. However, the comforter under us was soaked. I whispered in his ear,

“Darling, we still have to shower.”

He pulled me close to him and hugged me firm for a few moments and we got up. We showered silently, being careful not to have the water too hot. When we got out, I headed for the bed but Emiliano grabbed my hand and led me out to the hallway, the opposite direction I normally headed. I was a little embarrassed because we were both naked. We passed a few doors then he opened the one at the end of the hall. It was dark and warm. I assumed this was Emiliano’s room.

Emiliano dug into a drawer in the dresser against the wall with the window and retrieved two pairs of black boxers. He opened another drawer and pulled out a black tank top and turned to me and handed me a pair of boxers and the black tank top and I put them on. A little baggy. Emiliano put his boxers on then pulled me into the bed across from the dresser and we got under the covers. I spent the night in his room, in his clothes, in his arms. And for the first night in five years, I slept without dreams.