Today was all about simply relaxing, enjoying some off–time and finishing the novel I’m writing. However, it was quite hard for me to enjoy a day off when my mind kept finding its way back to Verona.
My phone rang and Carl’s name flashed on the screen.
“Hey little sister, how are you?”
“Never better. How’s married life treating you?”
“I love it. It’s hot and spicy when it’s time for that… a few times a week. We’re still all over each other whenever we get the chance.”
“Oh please Carl, I don’t wanna hear every detail.” Carl laughed on the other line. “And your in-laws?”
“As far as the in-laws go, I actually adore them! Her mother and I get along great, and I love my father-in-law.”
“Nice to hear that married life is treating you well, Carl.”
“We will be there for her birthday next month okay. Mia wanted to visit her as well. I gotta go baby sister. I’ll talk to you soon.”
I fell silent when Carl ended the call. Birthday? Whose birthday? I’ll remember who is having birthday next month. I told myself.
Except I didn’t.
I heard soft knocks on my door.
Who in the hell will knock on my door in the middle of the night?
I slowly opened it and heard a familiar voice talking with someone on the phone.
“Ma’am, I told you, I’ll arrive in Boston September nine not ten. Now, how am I going to open this goddamn door?”
He turned around when he heard my door creak open but not looking up at me still busy dialing on his phone. “Um, excuse me can I borrow…” He looked up and I confirmed who owned that familiar voice, “… something that might open the door of… Brandy?”
“Ivo?”
For a long while we just stared at each other. All the feelings I just told myself I would shove down couldn’t stay away when he looked into my eyes.
I blinked a few times. “W-what are you doing here?” I stammered.
I wasn’t a go-weak-at-the-knees-damsel-in-distress kind of girl, but I couldn’t get a handle on which emotion I was dealing with most at this very moment.
Ivo didn’t answer. His luggage slipped off his shoulder. “I… I came here for our annual psychologist conference and I… and I rented this apartment where I could stay fo—”
I silenced him by putting my lips on his. I carried on, kissing him over and over. He soon started to respond and kissed me back with the same urgency.
In a split second, Ivo had me in his arms. I put my legs around his waist that we almost stumbled, our lips still locked together.
He walked into my apartment and kicked the door shut. He brought me to the couch without letting me go.
As soon as we were seated on the couch with me on his lap, I pulled away, long enough to gasp for air.
I buried my face in his neck and inhaled his scent, making him shiver.
“Ivo, all we had was sex. You could have that from any woman you want. You need not follow me here,” I spoke as his lips grazed my neck, his breath fanning the sensitive skin.
“I didn’t follow you, Brandy, if that’s what you thought.”
My head jerked as I tried to escape from his arms, but held me in place. He pushed my head back down to lean on his shoulder.
“Fine, enough of all the denials, I grabbed the chance to go to Boston to see you again,” he admitted, as he peppered my neck with small kisses. “You make such cute sounds. I can’t help but want to do it again,” he teased, laughing when I froze in his arms.
“Don’t you dare? Let me go this instant, perverted Italian!” My cheeks were blushing with embarrassment.
Still chuckling, Ivo moved my hips right on top of his throbbing erection. He captured my lips before I could protest again. Then he let me go, only to rain kisses on my jaw, down to my neck. My head turned on its own to give him more access, my chest heaving with each breath I took.
He sucked the place in my neck, and I moaned in surprise. I didn’t stop him. I was gasping for breath as I grudgingly enjoyed the sensation. My heart was hammering on my chest.
“Ivo, romance isn’t my thing, but I know several ways to make you come. I’ll show you.”
His eyes widened slightly as he reached out toward my waist. Our foreheads pressed together. He was inhaling my trembling breath.
Ivo licked my lips and gazed into my eyes. I leaned in and kissed him again. His hand slid from my inner thigh to the top of my shorts. He yanked at them. He moved the kiss from my mouth to my neck. I moaned as I put my hand on the back of his head. He pulled my shorts down and I rose up to make it easier for him to slip from under me.
I heard his zipper stretch on his jeans. He absolutely needed to get out of those pants as soon as possible.
“Shall I do the honors?” I crouched in front of him; my fingers swooped around his belt buckle and pulled the zipper down.
My eyes widened a little as I saw how hard he was. My face cracked into a sly grin.
“You missed that, didn’t you?”
“I guess you could say that,” I replied and kissed the tip.
I ripped off his shirt, discarded his pants and boxer briefs, and left him sitting naked on my couch.
“You don’t get to have all the fun,” he said as he pulled me back on top of him.
He watched me as I slowly stripped out of my shirt. He took my bra off and threw it on the floor. When his lips touched my skin I was already giddy, I was trembling in anticipation.
“Ready for me?”
I smiled at him and nodded. He reached down to where his pants lay, grabbing his wallet. He took out the condom; I grabbed it from his hand and started to sheath him.
He wrapped his arms around my waist, pushing me down onto his hardened core. I shivered and moaned loudly when he sucked my breast. “Don’t stop,” I begged.
“Pump, babe,” he uttered in pure ecstasy. With wide eyes, I obeyed and began to pump slowly up and down. My movement became faster, “Slow babe, slow it down.”
My pace changed to accommodate his request, loving the feel of me close to falling apart above him.
Ivo quickly took control and flipped me over.
He kissed my chest, creeping up my neck to connect with my lips. He kissed me hard before he got a little softer, opening my lips with his and meeting my tongue.
He trailed his index finger lazily yet purposefully down my torso, outlining my breasts, and traveling to my stomach. He locked his eyes on me and said, “Tell me what you want me to do, Brandy.”
“Make love to me, Ivo,” I panted breathlessly.
Ivo gave me a quick kiss before slithering down in between my legs. He pulled apart my folds with his fingers before placing a cautious kiss on my clit. He explored me with his lips and tongue for a while then used his tongue to stroke me with long, vertical licks. He went slow at first, and then sped up the pace. His tongue slipped into my soaking wet center, making me moan. Ivo looked up and dug his tongue deeper into me, eating me.
“Ivo…” I whimpered quietly, my hands desperately grabbing his hair.
He climbed off me, and my hand flew between my legs to make up for his momentary absence. He smiled at how eager I was.
He leaned over me, supported by his hands on either side of my head, starting off slow and gentle, but he soon increased his pace, prompting a moan to escape from my throat. My back arched as he slid his hands around me, pressing my chest to his as he thrust in and out of me.
A few more thrusts and he came inside of me, my name falling frantically from his lips. Ivo held me tightly as I convulsed violently from the after effects of my own orgasm.
I groaned tiredly as I opened my eyes. I smiled at him, not allowing him to pull out. “You never fail to satisfy me, Ivo.”
“Brandy, romance was no longer my thing but when you came, it became a habit. I’ll make sure you’re always satisfied.”
“You love fucking me, I know,” I said giggling.
“No Brandy, I think I fucking love you.”
We stayed on the couch for a few moments just listening to the sound of our heartbeat.
“So we will be neighbors from now on?” Ivo asked over my shoulder as he held me close to him.
I turned to face him and asked, “Would you like us to be neighbors or roommates?”
A silly smile took over his features.
“I like the second option.”
I smiled uncontrollably and showered him with kisses.
“Stay with me, Ivo.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
I snuggled closer and he wrapped his arms around me and kept me close to him. “Go to sleep, my Brandy.”
We stayed that way, his hands tangled in my hair, kissing the breath out of me until his head fell sleepily onto my chest. Wide-awake with nerves as wild as live wires, I stared at the ceiling. I needed to keep my breathing even so I wouldn’t wake him up. Something had shifted in me, whether it had happened on this night or much before I’d even realized. I was sure, though, that it had everything to do with the fact that this man sleeping in my arms flew all the way from Verona and made me feel loved.
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