An absolute gentleman

Carrie

I choked on my beer, some of the liquid spilling onto the counter, while my eyes stole a glance and noticed the satisfied smile on his face.

I didn't understand my shock. 

Sleeping with him was all I had been picturing.

But there was something about the way he abruptly dropped that question…

Okay…

I know I was going to respect my personal rule, but I think I am going to fuck that thought.

This time next week, I will be married to a man I know nothing about. I deserve to gift myself an unforgettable memory, don’t I?

One fun night with an unknown, gorgeous man can certainly not hurt.

Oh… God help my soul so I don’t get kidnapped. Because I could get kidnapped!

But, come to think of it... If that happens, I won't have to get married. And if this gorgeous man, who might be a cold-blooded kidnapper, doesn’t kill me, my father would gladly call off the bloody marriage arrangement.

And voila! I can say a sweet bye-bye to that nonsense wedding.

Oh my… I am certainly tempted.

I am very, very tempted.

A light touch settled on my chin and dragged me out of my thoughts. My eyes feeling timid, I stilled as my handsome stranger leaned over the things separating us and wiped the wet mess on my lips, his touch filling me with awareness of my desires as more silence grew between us.

“My question's still hanging," he broke the silence.

“Well...” His eyes flickered to mine. “I-I guess it could happen.”

“No. It will happen,” he whispered. He stopped wiping but still held my gaze. Then, he leaned closer and whispered, “I'm glad you feel the same way."

Like a fool, I gulped. "I didn't say anything."

“Your beautiful eyes confessed everything to me.”

“I see...”

Despite the barrier between us, we managed to close our distance and we teased each other with intense eye contact and hot breaths.

“Yes. Now..." His fingers travelled to the back of my head, his touch gentle yet possessive. "I get to do this.”

Without hesitation, his lips met mine. And, my soul pulled to his.

Other mushy things happened within me, and I gave in totally.

His kiss— not too rough, not sloppy, not too gentle, was crazily just right.

His lips against mine felt like the perfect combination.

It was that good.

He was that good.

And that made me hungry for more.

So, I broke the kiss.

With my eyes telling him things I could not bring myself to say, I asked almost breathlessly, “Your place or mine?”

“Uhm...”

“Your place it is. If we go to my place..." I was already standing, his eyes never left mine as he strode away from the bar stand. "... my father will kill me."

~~~

"You live in a hotel?" I asked the question that came to my mind when we walked into the grand building he brought me to.

“Yes.” He fiddled with his pockets in search of something.

“Why?”

“If you are going to ask this many questions, you might as well tell me your name.”

I scrunched my lips. “Why should I? You won’t be seeing me again.”

"Then stop with the questions." The door clicked open, and I was wowed by the aesthetics of his room. “Wine?” He offered, his coat peeling off him.

“No, thank you.” Gently, I placed my satchel on a nearby stool.

He turned. “What would you like?”

My sensual mood didn't hide. I scurried to him.

 "I would like..." I tiptoed and my breath teased his sexy lips. "You. Right now.”

“You are direct." His lips returned the teasing. "I like that."

"I can't help it," was my response, my hands now wrapped around his very nice biceps, my touch leaving traces he wouldn't be able to resist.

"I see." His arm found my waist, he pulled me closer and allowed my abdomen to feel the bulge in his pants.

"Oh!" I faintly exhaled.

"Shall I show you more?" he questioned, the depth of his tone turning me on a lot more.

Damn, I really, really love this wedding gift I've chosen for myself.

"Yes," I replied like a swooning teenager. Every part of me was loving how his touch subtly pushed me closer and closer to him with every passing second.

And as if our body contact wasn't enough source for fiery passion, this man's eyes flickered to my lips, and the next thing I knew, his hot kiss was driving us towards the bed.

With a single flip, he sat on the edge, and I straddled him, our lips not staying apart for one second.

Without haste, his hands fixed on my jiggling butt, he increased the fierceness of our kiss.

And I kid you not, as his touch slowly trailed my back, I jolted as if an electric device created for pleasure had found my skin.

"Fuck..." I cursed harder because multiple jolts followed that. While I developed more desire for his arousing touch, my waist picked up a rhythm.

Carelessly, I danced against the gradual rise of his cock, the feeling of his hardness stimulating my entire arousal added to the sensation of his kiss and wandering fingers.

 Soon, as my legs twitched and my body burned with insatiable appetite, my breathing turned ragged, so much so that I couldn't keep up with the kiss anymore.

"Look at me..." His melodious voice pulled me. Our eyes met. With care, he swept some strands of hair from my face.

 Then, he planted a quick kiss just below my lips and like a machine, his hips thrust with motions that joined the rhythm between our heats.

"Ahh." I gasped. The feeling this time was too amazing. I had to grip his shoulders for support. "Ahh," I moaned harder. "Yes. Oh..."

"Did I mention how beautiful your eyes are?" My head nodded and as though he wasn't doing things to me, he continued, "I'll never forget them."

A frown was quick to form.

I wondered why he was talking as though I would not be leaving his place once we were done.

Does he know the danger his words could create? It's already crazy enough that he's super good-looking.

Despite my thoughts, those concerns didn't come out of my lips. Instead, I pulled off my top, and my bra followed.

"Mio Dio." My gorgeous one-night stand wasted no time. His lips found one of my tits, after using the heat of his breath to twitch it with arousal.

 Quickly, he began a routine of latching and sucking and licking my sensitivity, his other hand flicking the other nipple to avoid it feeling lonely.

Me? I turned into a bigger mess.

I cried harder (crying out his name would have hit differently, though), my pussy grinding into his with desperation for more.

But before that more could arrive, before explosions could follow, he stopped and met my hazy, lewd eyes.

"What?" My chest heaving, I couldn't hide my disappointment.

His lips pulled into a full smile and for a second, my heart flipped at the view.

"I have to see you lying in my bed."

"Oh. I-"

~~~

Translation

Signorina - Miss

Amore- Love

Labbra- Lips