#34 - Perfect Sync

#34 - Perfect Sync
Caterina Bellini

I think making firm decisions sometimes requires a certain audacity or impulsiveness. When I knocked on Vincenzo’s bedroom door and saw him answer with a towel wrapped around his waist, I was sure of it.

He looked confused, his eyes observing the part of my robe that was open, revealing the lingerie I was wearing underneath.

I felt him clench his jaw, an involuntary movement showing the nervousness consuming him. I felt good knowing that it wasn't just me who felt my insides tremble in the face of such a situation. But I didn't think, I just walked in even before he could invite me, feeling my heart nearly tearing through my chest, and the sound of my footsteps making me nervous.

I could smell the verbena soap exuding from his damp skin, his hair still dripping drops of water onto his bare chest, with a few hairs stuck against his skin.

Not too much and not too little, I liked that. I guess I couldn't even hide how much I was noticing his body.

'What are you doing here?' he asked.

'I wanted to talk to you, Vincenzo,' I said firmly. He raised an eyebrow, staring at me suspiciously.

And then he took a step forward.

I felt a shiver run up my spine seeing him approach so imposing and powerful.

'I think we’ve talked enough today,' Leone said with a threatening voice, but it did not affect me other than desire.

I moved closer, but words no longer made sense. I let the robe slide off my body, dropping to the floor.

'This is crazy,' he said, almost a whisper. His eyebrows furrowed almost as if he were in pain.

'You wanted me, and I want you now. Why resist?' For a moment, we just stared at each other. Then my hand went to his chest, moving up to his neck, where I dragged my nails until I found his face.

He gripped my wrist, firmly, as if trying to restrain himself.

'Why?' he asked. 'Why did you change your mind so suddenly? Don't get me wrong, Caterina… but I don't think something casual between us would work, so, if there are no feelings, it’s better not to move forward. I don’t want anything from you other than your heart.'

And then, the words came out before I even calculated the danger they carried.

'I’m in love with you, Vincenzo Leone,' I said, even with a trembling voice, but that didn't diminish the confidence in the words I spoke.

He looked at me, confused, almost lost. But he didn't need any more confirmation than that.

His hand was still holding mine, and then he pressed my nails into his skin without fear of the consequences.

I dragged them across his chest, and in the same instant, he picked me up as if I weighed nothing.

We kissed once more, and I was already finding myself almost addicted to the electrifying sensation.

Vincenzo was rough like a man usually is, but not aggressive. He placed me on the bed with dominance, but I was worried about how I would fall, as if calculating every move.

When he kissed me, he put just enough force on my body to show what was to come, never just wanting to prove what he was capable of with exaggerated gestures.

The difference between him compared to my other lovers was brutal.

Vincenzo was experienced, careful, and… damn, too skilled.

When he went down to the thin line of my panties, pulling them off with his teeth, I couldn't contain my anticipation. It had been so long since I had been touched like this, and when I found myself completely naked, he made sure I knew how much he thirsted to taste me.

His tongue searched inside me for my taste as he used my natural lubrication to slide his mouth on my pussy, tasting me like someone who needed it to live.

I tried to hold back as long as I could, but with his hands stimulating my nipples and his mouth eating me out so wonderfully, I didn't last three minutes. I came hard and intensely, as if something inside me changed as I felt so desired.

'Your taste is so good I could spend hours tasting you, baby,' Vincenzo exposed his rigid member dripping with pre-cum, rubbing it against my still sensitive but thirsty clitoris.

I arched my back, my body already out of control of its impulses.

He reached for a condom on the bedside table and put it on so quickly and skillfully that I had to ignore the thought of how many times he had done this to have such agility.

I wrapped my fingers in his hair and pulled him in for a long kiss, still tasting myself on his lips. Then he entered me, slowly easing himself in all at once, satisfying my craving.

My left hand went to his buttock, and I squeezed hard, pressing him as much as I could inside me. The pain and the pleasure of him invading me was almost enough to take me to ecstasy.

When he started to thrust, I scratched his back as a way to release all the pleasure I felt without causing a scene.

Vincenzo was panting and whispering in my ear with that intense, hoarse voice, making me delirious with pleasure.

'Being inside you is like being in paradise, Caterina,' he whispered before increasing the speed, pounding inside me with precision, making me clench more and more as the orgasm approached.

The entire sensation of the touch, the kisses, the shared whispers and moans, was a combo that made me feel like I was levitating.

And when I came, he came at the same time, almost as if our bodies were in perfect sync.

When we finished, he lay down next to me, accommodating me on his chest.

Vincenzo stroked my hair while filling my face with kisses.

'Now, my sweet little girl, nothing will stop us. Whatever happens, we will be together. Understood?'

I nodded and remained quiet, lying on his chest, listening to his heart beat strong and fast. I knew every word he said was true, and that made me feel a peace I hadn’t felt in a long time.

xxx

Adrian Monti

Being with Nathalia was good. But Caterina kept popping into my thoughts while I was lying in our bed.

I smiled, pretending I wasn't dissatisfied even after she tried to satisfy me in every way.

The problem wasn't her; it was me who couldn't ignore the feeling that something was happening between Caterina and Vincenzo.

I ignored it as much as I could and pretended not to care, but it was eating away at me like a plague.

When she left, I reached for my cell phone under the pillow.

I dialed Caterina’s number, and even though it was late, I knew she would answer, thinking it was something important.

But the phone rang once, twice, three times. The silence made me furious. Was she with him? I

No… that made me think that maybe I had to consider a way to bring my woman home.