She reached inside Stephano’s boxers and wrapped her hand about him and was surprised to find that he had a condom already in place. She pulled him through the opening and he removed his fingers so she could place the broad tip against her entrance, impatient to have him inside her.
“Ah, tesoro,” Stephano groaned. “You feel so good…so tight around me...like you were made just for me.”
There was little finesse in their joining. It was fast, out of control and all consuming. Stephano acted as though he was starved of her, setting the pace with a furious rhythm, driving fast, hard and deep into her receptive warmth. She gloried in his lack of control, stretched full of him, the tiny frisson of pain with each stroke adding to her pleasure.
All too soon she felt her orgasm gathering pace. She wanted to prolong the pleasure, but knew she was too far gone as Stephano quickened the pace. She circled her hips instinctively as she raised her legs and to clasp them around his waist.
Stephano groaned as the new position allowed him deeper penetration. He gave half a dozen deep, hard thrusts and joined Natalie as she moaned his name and arched off the sofa.
They lay together for a moment, just enjoying the aftermath of the explosive session.
“I love the way you move your hips just before you come, cara.”
“You do?” she asked, surprised. She knew he was talking about the uncontrollable urge she got to move her waist as her orgasm approached. Michael had insisted on controlling their movement in bed. Once when she had followed her instincts and rotated her waist, he had come suddenly, almost as soon as he entered her. He had been angry afterwards telling her that she acted like a “slut”. It was the last time she’d felt any real pleasure from their lovemaking. She had lain under him dutifully when they’d made love and faked an orgasm when he’d finally come. Soon after that he’d dropped the bombshell about Melissa.
“It drives me wild, cara.” Stephano nuzzled her neck.
“And you don’t mind?”
“I like it very much,” he replied.
She’d been suppressing the urge to move, willing herself to lie still and give him full control. It was only as her pleasure increased and she was past the point of exercising control on herself that her instincts took over and her waist and hips did what they wanted.
His stomach rumbled suddenly.
“Are you hungry?”
“I’m starving,” he admitted. “I skipped the after-meeting buffet and drinks.”
“That’s why you got here so early!” she accused, pushing lightly against his shoulder.
“I couldn’t wait to see you, tesoro.” He rolled aside and let her get up.
***
Stephano enjoyed the West Indian style curry and praised her as he ate it with gusto. Not for the first time, Natalie silently her mother for insisting that she learnt to cook at the age of sixteen. She’d resented being dragged away from reading at the time, but she had been able to feed herself adequately when she’d left home and now impress Stephano with her culinary skills.
They sat on the sofa replete from the meal, sexual awareness simmering between them, but too full to give in to it. Paul had nailed the Cadbury contract. Though semi-retired and enjoying golf and his much-younger third wife, Paul was the go-to man when the agency needed a big hitter. He was so eloquence, they always said that instead of kissing the Blarney Stone he’d taken a bite out of it.
Later she blamed the darkness and the wine which made her lose her customary inhibitions, but before she knew what she was doing she’d started telling Stephano about her relationship with Michael. Every shameful detail tumbled out, things that she hadn’t told Nathan, things that she had worried about telling Stephano lest it changed his perception of her.
He held her as she cried, stroking her hair softly.
“I still feel sad that he had such a terrible childhood,” she sniffled and blew her nose one last time.
“Even if he had an unhappy childhood, sweetheart, that didn’t give him the right to inflict his pain on you. I hope I never meet that fool, cara mia. I will find it difficult not to deliver several punches to his face,” Stephano threatened softly. “He didn’t deserve you.”
“It wasn’t that I didn’t trust you,” she apologized belatedly. “I lost my confidence and when I saw you with Eva…she looked so beautiful and so…”
“And so are you, cara mia.” He rubbed his nose against hers. “You’re everything I need in a woman. Beautiful, intelligent…great cook, ”
“And you’re all I’ve ever needed in a man,” she whispered back to him. They were probably lines she’d read or heard sung in a corny love song, but they were appropriate.