I was afraid she might think it was a betrayal if I didn’t explain the situation properly.
I opened my eyes and found his head was on my chest, cushioned against my breasts. He had his arm around my waist, almost locking me in place. I experienced a deep feeling of wonder fill my being, as I watched the gentle rise and fall of his chest. Asleep, he was glorious. Muscles rose and dipped down his back and at the base was the view of his round firm ass partially covered by the duvet tangled around his legs.
Time passed. I didn’t want to break the connection. I stroked his hair, gently and kissed the top of his head as I sighed. I just didn’t want to break the moment, until I remembered Michele. I jumped then, and it startled him awake.
“I’m so sorry,” I apologized, my heart fluttering madly as his blue eyes fixed on mine.
He stretched and my mouth hung open at the ripple of muscles. I began to pull myself away but he held me down.
Now, I was underneath his arms. “I need to go to Michele. I don’t want her to find out about us by seeing us in bed together.”
“Don’t worry your pretty little head. That’s all be taken care of. Michele has gone horseback riding with Alex. She left at six. You thought I’d let her interrupt me while I’m fucking you?”
“I should be so lucky.” Vaguely irritated at the high-handed way he’d taken control, I began to push at him, but he wouldn’t let me leave.
Instead, he poked his tongue into my navel and somehow it all became amusing. I collapsed into hysterical laughter. He joined me, his rich voice rolling across the room.
“Gabriel,” I murmured.
“Yes.”
“I really just wanted to breathe, I’m not running away.”
He leaned down to plant the softest of kisses on my forehead. Slowly, he traced kisses down my cheeks and to my jaw.
I was fast losing my train of thought, especially when I felt his cock harden against my thigh. “What are our plans for the day?”
“Very simple. I’m fucking you till ten. Then you have a two hours break. After which I want you to come to my study to be sucked off. You have another hour break then we have a picnic planned this afternoon in the vineyard.”
“You have a vineyard?” I asked.
His mouth covered my nipple. “Mmm…80 hectares.”
“Fuck,” I said.
He came up chuckling. “Were you making a request, or expressing a comment about the size of my vineyard?”
“You’re beautiful when you laugh,” I whispered.
He laughed so hard that he got off me and collapsed on the bed beside me.
I took the chance and sat astride him, deliberately and slowly rubbing my pussy against his hard length. “What is so funny?” I asked.
“I’ve never been called beautiful.”
“So what then are you called?”
His hands came up and curled around my hips. “The word I hear the most is bastard.”
I stopped. “Is that literal?”
“It is not.”
I carried on rubbing myself on him. “Then you must annoy people quite often.”
“It’s an occupational hazard,” he dismissed, holding my gaze. “You’re not going to answer my question?”
I gave him a profuse smile. “I meant the vineyard.”
“Shame,” he murmured, the smile slowly disappearing from his face. Holding me by the waist, he lifted me away from him.
I took his shaft in my hand and with my eyes on his, positioned it over my entrance.
Then he pushed me down onto the thick head of his cock, as his eyelids fluttered dreamily.
An hour later and we were all seated on a large mat somewhere in the middle of the eighty hectares of vines. Gabriel and I were beside each other while Michele and Alex were opposite.
My idea of a picnic was cold chicken sandwiches, some cans of soda, and some cupcakes. What was on the mat was a lavish feast with platters of all kinds of meats, pasta, salad, pickled treats, bread, sweets, cakes, pastries, three bottles of rich red wine that the vineyard produced.
I gazed at Gabriel as he opened a bottle of wine. This was the most relaxed I’d ever seen him in a pair of dark jeans and a loose white T-shirt. His hair was all over the place in light wind tousled waves, and his eyes were sparkling.
He poured a glass of Merlot for me and I lifted it to my lips. At the rich, mellow taste, I shut my eyes and nodded approvingly.
He laughed and quarter filled another glass with Petit Verdot. “This is a bit drier,” he said.
Just before I took a sip, I glanced towards our audience.
Michele looked like she was about to burst into tears while Alex just stared at Gabriel with a disbelieving look in his eyes.
“Michele are you okay?” I asked.
She dropped her gaze and picked disinterestedly at her food.
I turned to Gabriel, and met him watching her too. With a touch to his arm, I silently urged him to speak to her.
“Michele,” he called.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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