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I yank her back to meet my thrusts. I'll never get deep enough inside her to satisfy my lust. This woman has done something to me that can never be undone. I get it now, all that romantic shit about knowing when you've found the one because that's what I'm experiencing right now.
I mentally slap that notion from my thoughts. This isn't some spiritual connection we're forging here. It's a quick fuck, pure and simple. Only it isn't pure and I'm kidding myself if I think it's as easy as that. Now I've got Eliza I intend to hold onto her.
I reach around and find her clit, stroking it in time with my thrusts. She drops her head and the sound she makes is the best thing I've heard in years. I feel her clenching around me and I slow deliberately, pulling back until she whimpers in frustration. I want to hear that sound again. I want to make her beg. Though it kills me to hold back, I grit my teeth and wait her out.
"Please," she says a moment later. That single word nearly finishes me. I give her what she wants, what we both want. I take her swollen clit between my fingers and pinch, making her moan.
My balls tighten and my cock twitches as her pussy clenches around me. Eliza cries out and a moment later I follow her to a climax, spilling my seed deep inside her. It's at that point that a realization smacks me hard in the face. I didn't use a condom.
"Shit." I pull out of her. Eliza rolls onto her back looking dazed. "I didn't use a condom."
"I take the pill," she assures me. "At least I did until this morning. I don't have any with me."
"It'll be okay." I don't actually know how these things work. "We'll take you to a doctor and get something sorted."
"Why?" Eliza bites her bottom lip coyly. "Do you intend to do that again?"
"Yes I do,cara, and I'm not prepared to wait."
Stripping off my clothes, I climb onto the bed and fuck her until we're both thoroughly exhausted. I resist the urge to pull her into my arms. I don't know where we are but it's not the cuddling stage.
I stare up at the ceiling as her breathing slows. Neither of us speaks. The silence is oddly comfortable. That in itself is a problem. It feels entirely natural to lie next to this woman. I should get up and go to my own room but I don't. Instead I do something I've never done with a woman before. I close my eyes and fall asleep.
SEVEN
Eliza
When I wake it's already bright outside. Adriano stands at the doors to the balcony, already dressed in black pants and a crisp white shirt that looks incredible against his lightly tanned skin.
He has his phone in his hand but he isn't looking at it. His focus is on something outside. He's so incredibly still it's hard to tell if he's lost in thought or trying not to move in case he disturbs his prey.
I lie in bed for a moment and look at the back of his head. Images from last night pop into my head but I can't process what letting him fuck me repeatedly means until I've had some coffee.
Adriano turns and catches me gawping at him. I feel my cheeks heat. This man has the ability to make me feel like a simpering schoolgirl. Not even Gabriele had this effect on me and he was way more worldly than I was when we dated.
It's a bizarre thing to admit but despite me being with Gabriele for several months I never wanted to impress him as much as I do Adriano.
As usual, Adriano's face gives nothing away. Either I rocked his world last night or it was just another fuck as far as he's concerned. It's hard to tell.
Over the last few years I’ve learned to read people fast. I can’t seem to get a handle on Adriano and that makes him dangerous.
Sitting up, I use the sheet to cover my breasts. He's seen every inch of me but in the cold light of day I'm suddenly shy.
"I'm taking you shopping," he announces. "Get dressed."
"In what?"
All of the clothes he had brought over from my Edinburgh apartment are casual. Jeans, t-shirts and sneakers were ideal for moving around without being noticed but I suspect they're all wrong for wherever he intends to take me.
"Whatever you've got will do for now."
I get up, dragging the sheet off the bed with me and ignore Adriano's chuckle at my attempt at modesty. While my front is covered, my ass is still catching a breeze.
I walk into the dressing room and look at my clothes hanging on the rails as if they belong anywhere near such fancy brushed chrome fittings.
I head into the bathroom and close the door. Leaning back against it I breathe in deeply. There haven't been many morning afters in my life and I don't quite know how to cope with it. I'd like to know where I stand with Adriano but I doubt he's up for a deep and meaningful dissection of our feelings. In any other situation being unsure of my place would be uncomfortable. Here it could be fatal.
Figuring I don't have time for a shower, I wash my face in the sink and run a cloth over my body. A whore's wash. Isn't that what they call it? It feels appropriate right now.
