Page 74 of Tryst
“Yesss,” she hissed, writhing at my touch.
“Is this what you wanted, princess?”
“Mmm,” she bucked her hips, “yesss, baby, so much.”
“You better not mess my suit up.” I dipped two fingers inside her tunnel, curling them just inside her entrance.
“I’ll…try.”
Taking her button between my teeth, I nibbled it as I circled my tongue on the tip.
“Fuck me, please,” she cried out.
Instantly, I stood, cupping my hand over her mouth as I climbed between her legs. Leaning down next to her ear, I whispered. “Shhh, your parents are next door.”
She nodded. I withdrew my hand, sliding it down her body as I freed my cock. I wanted so badly to taste her more, but we were due to be at dinner in ten minutes. Lining it up with her slippery entrance, I carefully pushed inside her as I slid my arm under body, holding her tight against me.
Pressing my lips to hers, I plunged deeper inside her, probing her tongue with mine, trying my best to stifle her noise with my mouth. She moaned loudly against me. I shook my head, pulling away.
“Sorry.” She murmured as her eyes rolled back. She whimpered once again, this time quieter. “I love you.”
If another woman ever told me that while I was inside her, I would’ve gotten up and left. My fiancée and I never even said it while fucking. Something about Elizabeth was so different. She was more special to me in every single way. At that moment, I couldn’t think about anything other than spending my life with her.
“I love you too, amore.”
Kissing her intensely, I pumped inside of her slow and deep until we released at the same time. Her walls tightened around my cock. I’d planned to fuck her hard and make her sore before we met her family for dinner, but something overcame me, and I was gentle with her for once. I slipped myself out of her, collapsing on the bed next to her. I rested a hand on her thigh. “We’re already late for dinner and need to go.”
“I know.” She rolled over on her side. “That was the best quickie ever. I better go clean myself.”
“No. Put on panties. I want you to feel me running out of you throughout dinner.”
“That was so nice of you to walk her to dinner,” my mother cooed as Vincenzo and I approached the table at one of the resort steakhouses.
“Just being a gentleman.” Vincenzo smiled. He pulled my chair out for me and slid the chair out next to me.
“Wait!” My mother snapped her fingers. “I saved you a seat by Juliana.”
He sat in the chair next to me. “I’m fine right here.”
My mother’s eyes got big. “Vinny, doll come—”
“Alicia,” my dad muttered, “he’s fine where he is.”
My mom’s entire demeanor changed, and she was borderline rude with everyone at the table, making dinner almost unbearable. She was only friendly to her friend but was civil with everyone else, including Lucas and me…her own children. I was happy my parents were splitting up. I hoped my father would find someone one day who made him happy. Though he was quiet through most of dinner, he smiled quite a bit and laughed several times with Lucas and Vincenzo.
At one point, Vincenzo reached over, gently stroking my thigh before withdrawing his hand. A month ago, he would have been fingering me at the table with my parents right there, but he seemed more respectful this time. I thought it was because my father was already going through so much, he didn’t want to further stress him out.
After we were finished, my mother tried to push Vincenzo off on Juliana, but he wasn’t having it. He explained to her he wanted to talk to me about some work things and she dismissed it to us growing close since I’d started helping him out at his house. I was assuming my dad hadn’t told her anything about us.
“You ready?” He offered me his arm the moment we were away from the restaurant and out of sight from the others.
I nodded, securing my fingers in the crook of his elbow as we strolled the painted blue stone paths through the resort. “Did you really want to talk to me about some work stuff?”
“No.” He laid his palm on the back of my hand. “Not work.”
“Oh?”
“Us.”