“I don’t want us to confuse what this is. I think… compliments will.”
I disagree, but I can see that my words are making her uncomfortable. “So, if I said… I can’t wait to sink inside of you, that would be okay?” Lilly bites her bottom lip and nods. “So, my dirty words are acceptable?” I nudge myself against her.
“Yes.” Her eyes roll back as I slowly edge inside of her.
“If I tell you your pussy feels so fucking tight around me, that would be okay?”
“Yes,” she answers on a moan as I sink fully inside her.
“That I can feel how wet you are. How much you want me.”
“Yes. Yes.” Her fingers grip my hips as I begin to move.
“Do you want me to tell you all the ways I have envisioned fucking you?”
“God, yes.”
As I angle myself deeper, making sure I’m hitting that special bundle of nerves deep inside of her, I flip myself over, so I’m on my back, and she’s on top of me.
“Ride me, Lilly. Show me how much you want to fuck me.”
She hesitates for a moment as those bright blue eyes look down at me.
“Scopami, Fuck me, Lilly,” I order, and that’s the only reassurance she needs because in the next moment, she arches her back, angling herself against me, and begins to do exactly that—fuck me, riding me like some champion rodeo queen.
Her gorgeous tits bounce, mesmerizing me with their dance. My dick must find the right spot because she hisses and becomes wetter with each thrust inside her.
“Harder,” she tells me as I increase my thrusting.
My hand moves between us, my thumb rubs against her clit, feeding the ache between her legs. “Si, continua, non fermarti, Yes, go on, don’t stop,” I tell her as she rubs herself against me.
“Yes. Yes. Oh God, yes.” Lilly arches again as I feel her tightening around me. “More, more,” she begs, and I give her what she wants until she screams. Then I flip her over, and it’s my turn to be in charge.
“Si, ti senti così bene. Yes, you feel so good.” I continue to fuck her while her fingers dig into me as my thrusts become harder and faster until I just can’t hang on anymore. No matter how hard I try, her pussy is just too much.
It takes a couple of moments for us to catch our breath.
“Wow.” Lilly looks up at me, her bright blue eyes sparkling, and her cheeks are flushed.
I feel invincible in this moment. Leaning down, I capture her lips against mine and kiss her. Hard. She wraps her arms around me and pulls me tighter against her, my dick twitches as he thinks round two is about to start.
“Now, that’s my kind of compliment.” Lilly’s comment makes us both laugh.
8
Lilly
“Have you slept with him yet?” Lauren asks as soon as she picks up the phone. I haven’t spoken to her in a couple of days and, well, a lot has happened since that first call. Luke and I have spent the past forty-eight hours snuggled in bed and, of course, doing other things. I don’t think anyone has screwed my brains out like he has. I should’ve messed around with an Italian earlier. The rumors are true that they are great lovers and not selfish at all. He spends way more time satisfying me than himself, so much so I’m in a continual state of bliss.
“Lolly!”
“You’re still there, so I can only assume things are going well?”
“There’s a major snowstorm, it’s too dangerous to leave.” Even I know it’s a weak excuse.
“Baloney,” my sister calls me out.
“Fine.” Lowering my voice, I say, “I’ve spent the past couple of days in bed…” silence falls between us as Lauren waits for me to finish, “… not alone.” I pull the phone away from my ear as Lauren screams, deafening me.
“Fate. I told you fate has her hands in this.”
“Luke has his hands in it,” I joke.
“Who the hell is this person? The sister I know doesn’t joke about sex,” Lauren teases.
“So many orgasms.” I’m giggling. I didn’t think there was such a thing, but there most definitely is.
“Oh my God, Lil. You seem like your old self. I haven’t seen her in years.” My sister’s words catch me off guard.
Had being with Rob really changed me that much?
“Really?”
“Yeah. You seem a lot more carefree. I mean the old sister I knew wouldn’t be hooking up with some hottie stranger. She’d have hightailed it out of there so fast. I know you would’ve stayed in a hotel in the village.”
“I wasn’t that wound up, was I?”
Lauren’s voice softens. “Not in a bad way…” Which translates to ‘hell yeah, you were wound up like a spring.’ “Now that I know what you were going through over here, I get it.” Tears begin to well in my eyes. “You hid so much emotionally about what was happening with Rob that I think it came out as being tightly wound.”
Shit, she’s right.
“I’m sorry.”
“Babe, you have nothing to be sorry about. I’m the one who’s sorry I had no idea what was going on. I could’ve helped. I could have kicked his ass earlier or sent mercenaries in to kidnap you and bring you home.”
“I should’ve told you what was going on. I just …” The tears fall. “I knew you would try and save me.”
“Only because I love you,” my sister adds.
“I know. I just felt like you’re always the one looking out for me. This time I wanted to work it out myself and in my own way.” Silent understanding falls between us for a couple of moments.
“Enough about pin-dick Rob. I need more about the Italian Stallion.”
“It’s just some fun.”
“And?” she pushes.
“There’s an expiration date. One month. That’s all.”
“What happens if you fall in love with him?”
“What! No. No one falls in love after a month.”
“I did with my Alistair,” she reminds me.
“That’s because you guys are soulmates.”
“Don’t you think you and the Italian
