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I’ll admit it, my house is ridiculous. It’s ultra-modern and some kind of experiment in open concept living. The architects described it as a life-sized piece of art. From the outside, it looks like a three-story concrete block with windows. More like a modern library than a home.
Gina gets out and we walk out into the main floor garden and patio. This place was built to have equal parts indoor and outdoor space. The main garden is private and walled off but gets plenty of light. This side of the house is all windows. I lead Gina to the industrial French doors and into the main floor.
It’s very open. About the size of a high school gymnasium except there’s a set of floating steel stairs running up from one side. On one end is a kitchen hidden behind a large wall of bookshelves. This level was often used for events and prestigious fundraisers. That’s actually how I found it. I had been looking for a property to buy. I had a bunch of money I needed to offload somewhere, and real estate was the best option.
I spent months looking for a place to buy and I didn’t like any of it. Nothing felt like me. This place still doesn’t feel like me, but it doesn’t feel like someone else either. When I found out at the fundraiser that the owner was planning to sell, I made an offer. I might have been slightly drunk and very sick of looking at houses. But the location is great, and it’s private.
Right now, I wish I had gone for something a little less distracting. Gina is looking around, turning 360 degrees and taking it all in. My cock’s too hard to give her a full tour of all 6,000 square feet right now.
“Let me show you the rooftop.”
I lead Gina up a flight of tile stairs built on top of a solid wooden ramp. It’s probably meant to look like its own modern statue. The steps lead onto a floating steel landing. One flight of stairs off the landing go to the original main bedroom. The other flight goes to the rooftop. I could take or leave the rest of the house. It’s all very austere and industrial. But I do love the rooftop.
“It’s like a hotel rooftop,” Gina says. I had the whole rooftop decked in cedar. I’ve got a small narrow plunge pool and I’ve set it up essentially as an outdoor living room. I love to sit out here and watch the sun go down, listen to the city below, and look at the old buildings of the Philadelphia skyline.
I felt so comfortable up here, that I moved my bedroom from the loft downstairs to a small penthouse cupola on the roof. It reminds me of what it would feel like to have a treehouse in the city.
Gina twirls around again like she did downstairs. Only now she’s looking at the skyline and the stars. I sit on one of the couches and watch her take it in.
“I’ve never seen anything like this before.”
I shrug at her. “I guess that’s what made me buy it.”
Gina squints and stares at me. “It’s like you.”
“What do you mean?” I laugh.
Gina walks toward me not breaking eye contact. “I’ve never met anyone like you.” She keeps walking toward me. “And it’s big and scary on the outside. It’s confusing when you first see inside.” She stands in front of me. “But then there’s something beautiful hidden deeply away.” Gina straddles me and sits in my lap.
My heart twists hearing Gina say that. I ache for her, not just in my cock, but in my heart. Gina does the only thing that can ease that ache and kisses me deeply, saving me from my thoughts.
26
GINA
I couldn’t wait any longerto kiss Luca again. Things are moving fast but I don’t want them to slow down. As I straddle his lap and kiss him in this rooftop oasis, I can feel how hard he’s getting. His excitement urges me on.
I pull away from him just enough to take off my jacket and toss it aside. The cool summer air feels good on my bare shoulders. Luca pulls me back in, kissing my neck. He moves down to kiss my shoulder blades, my wet skin tingling from his kisses in the light breeze.
Luca’s cock gets even harder underneath me. I pull back again and unbutton his shirt. Luca runs his fingers over my shoulders and traces the neckline of my camisole. His gaze follows his fingers as he admires the parts of my body he traces. The touch is light, sending a tickle down my body while I can feel my pussy grow warmer.
When I get his shirt unbuttoned, I run my fingers lightly down his chest, admiring the ridges of the muscles as I glide over his pecs and down to his abs. I trace my fingers down to the top of his pants and run my fingertips just above his waistband. I feel Luca’s stomach tense slightly under my touch.
Luca lifts my camisole and pulls it up over my head. I lift my arms to let him slide it off of me. I’m still wearing my black strapless bra. Luca puts his large hands on the sides of my stomach. It reminds me of when we were in the theater weeks ago, when he tried partnering me. I love the feel of his strong fingers wrapping around my sides. Their firm pressure on my abs.
He lifts my stomach toward him, so that I’m no longer sitting in his lap but kneeling over him. He traces his tongue over my stomach, making my abs tense beneath his tongue. It feels so good. I pull his head into me and run my fingers through the back of his hair.
He moves his hands up my back to my bra and with a snap of his fingers I feel the light breeze on my bare breasts. Luca lowers me down, bringing my breasts level with his face. He slips one of my nipples into his mouth as he caresses the other in one of his large hands.
My nipple starts to harden in his mouth. Feeling Luca’s tongue on my nipples reminds me of this morning and how good it felt on my pussy. Again, my pussy is warm, wet, and slightly throbbing. Luca moves his mouth to my other nipple, satisfied that he’s aroused the first.
I’m lost in the feeling of Luca’s tongue on my nipples. It’s everything I want, but at the same time, not enough. In what feels like a single move, he lifts me off of him and twists me to the side. By the time I realize what happened, Luca is carrying me in his arms across the rooftop. My bare breast pressed against his chest.
He’s taking me over to the glass-walled room on the rooftop. I kick my heels off as he carries me.
When we enter, it still feels like being on a rooftop. We’re covered, and the windows eliminate most of the hum of the city. But the room has three walls of full windows and the ambient city light casts a glow across the large bed.
Luca lays me down on top of the bed. Its headboard is against the only wall in the room that isn’t made of glass.