Page 81 of Out of the Gold

He groans but doesn’t try to take over.

I position the condom over him and roll it down his length, like how I practiced on a cucumber after watching a demonstration on You Tube years ago. Not even Sophia knows I did this. Too embarrassing. Definitely worth the practice, as it’s a perfect fit.

“Better than a cucumber,” I murmur.

He laughs loudly, his cock moving in my hand. “I would hope so.”

Ignoring his comment, I situate myself over him. Leaning forward, I kiss him and let our tongues dance. Without breaking the kiss, I position his hardness straight up and sink down on him. I moan. He’s so deep.

“Damn, Goldie.” He thrusts his hips up once. “You feel so fucking good.”

“Back at ya.”

He lets me set the pace. Deep thrusts followed by shallow ones, fast then slow. I try out different rhythms, enjoying every last one.

Charles’s left hand clamps on the back of my head while the other goes to my hip, guiding me in his preferred pattern. He’s so big, but my body accommodates him like we were made for each other.

Maybe we were.

His hand slides from my hip to my clit and he rubs in a circular fashion. On his third pass, without warning, I explode. Splintering in his arms, I shout my completion. He continues to pump into me and roars my name. I collapse onto his hard body, melting around him.

I rest my chin on his chest, looking into his deep blue eyes while he brushes the hair away from my forehead. “You’re amazing.” He guides my face to him and kisses me while maneuvering me to his side.

I grin at his praise. However unfounded. “No.” I kiss both of his cheeks. “You’re the amazing one.”

“Let’s call it a draw.” He wraps his arms around my body and kisses me senseless.

Two hours and my first sexual encounter in a shower later, we’re dressed and standing on the balcony. His fingers play with my hair. “Want to explore?”

“Explore what?” I turn and wrap my arms around his neck.

“Ravello,” he responds. “Although I’m not opposed to exploring other things.” He squeezes my butt. “But I think we need to give your body a little breather.”

Muscles I’ve never used before scream at me to explore the town. I drop my cheek to his pecs. “My brain is willing, but my body says otherwise.”

He chuckles and slaps my right butt cheek. “Later, I promise.” Taking my hand, we walk out of our cocoon and into the village.

We spend the next few hours walking aimlessly, trying on silly hats and modeling fun clothes. I’ve never laughed so much in all my life. Charles has a dry sense of humor, which keeps me in stitches.

“No more,” I plead. “That visual is too much!”

He chuckles and wraps his arm around my shoulder. “Fine. No more talk about flubbed lines.” He squeezes me to his side.

We pass a garden and he stops. “Let’s go in.” He motions toward the open gate.

As we enter the almost deserted space, the smell of roses hits me in the face as if I walked through a haze of perfume. I take a deep inhale. “It smells wonderful in here.”

“It does,” Charles says as he walks to a cluster of rose bushes. He picks a gorgeous, yellow bud and tucks it behind my ear.

I kiss his stubbled cheek. “Thank you.”

He inclines his head toward an empty bench under what has to be a century-old tree. I go to sit next to him, but his hands encircle my waist and he pulls me onto his lap. Instead of struggling, I lean my head onto his shoulder and swing my foot. “I understand why everyone says this town is so romantic.”

“I know what you mean. We’re high above the water, so we have a perfect view out to all the boats. Yet, here we are, sitting in our own secluded paradise.”

Noise from down the street catches my attention and I look back. A bridal party walks our way, no doubt for photos. What a perfect place for a wedding. I sigh.

His tenor voice whispers in my ear, “Looks like we should give up our slice of heaven to the newlyweds.”

---