I go to the kitchen and get a water from the fridge. I stand at the balcony window, watching the birds. I’m so lucky! My mind races around between Vegas, Aurei, and Rome, but it settles on Ruth.
Bitch! There is no way in hell, I’m going to let her ruin what we have. She needs serious help.
I find my phone and text Brutus. *Ruth needs a serious psych eval. Drug abuse, but stalker tendencies too. Traumatized. Delusional. Rehab rotator.*
*Got it! Got your back. Will handle. Moore checked out. Good guy. Enjoy Rome. You deserve it.*
*TY! <3 U!*
*Yep.*
I take a deep breath to relax and put my hands over my head, stretching myself, then I bend over and touch my palms to the floor. Standing back up, I repeat the tall stretch, then bend over backwards until my hair hangs off my head.
They are both right. Everything will be fine.
When Aurei comes in, I see him upside down. He is dressed in a black business suit, black shirt and royal blue tie. The view almost makes me lose my balance. "Damn, you look fucking hot as hell!" I tell him as I roll up.
He stands there grinning at me. "You do too, but you need to get dressed."
I sashay over to him. "Let me check out this new look." He rolls his eyes, but stands still while I walk around him admiring him. The suit is expensive fabric. It’s tailored too. He hasn't shaved and his whiskers are scruffy. He looks dark and inviting. HOT HUNK!
"I don't think I will ever get used to how handsome you are. But why the suit?"
"I'm not just a country cowboy from Alabama, nor am I just an Army Aviator. I told you my life is complicated." He smirks. "I’m a businessman in Italy."
"You wear that suit well, Sir." He grins and gives me the kiss I ask for with my puckered lips.
"Get dressed, Naked Thang. We have a plane to catch and the car will be arriving in about...." He stretches his left arm and looks at his watch. It’s a Rolex, of course. The gold sitting on his dark skin against the dark shirt only emphasizes the beauty of his Golden God gorgeousness. "Fifteen minutes."
"BrB." I wink at him then skip into the bedroom. At the door, I look back at him. His eyes move up to my eyes and he busts a grin, then takes a drink from the water bottle. Umm hmm! I hurry to my suitcase and unzip it. Well.... There is no way I'm going casual with him looking so fly. I rummage around. There it is. I pull out a small, blue, spandex dress, then go back in for a white lace covered royal blue push-up bra I bought to match it. I fold our yellow J crew shirt up and stuff it in, then I unzip the other bag and pull out my matching platform pumps. Getting dressed, I wonder what kind of businessman he is.
I laugh out loud. I have a million questions for the poor man.
"Are you ok in there?" I hear him. "Need help?"
"I’m ok. Nope. Just thought of all the questions I’m going to bombard you with."
"Oh, no!" He laughs.
When I look in the mirror, I know it was the right choice. I look stunning in it and it matches his tie. I push the shoulders off and pull the neck line down so the white lace peeks out, then I pull the length up so it's super short. The front is pulled tight and inviting. I whip my hair, up and over my head, shake it out and finger brush it, then gently, toss it back. As it settles in place, the natural curls fall all over each other, stacking up. When I check it out in the mirror, the effect is full and luscious looking. Sexy!
Walking through the bedroom door, I hear a long low whistle. When I stop and turn around so he can fully admire the view, his voice is husky. "Wow! You wear that little blue dress well. You are one Sexy Thang!" He walks over to me, takes my hand, rolls the palm down and pulls it to his lips. He kisses the back. "And, my Lady." He says it possessively as he stares up at me from under his eye lids. The emerald green vanishes in the shadow and only dark eyes look at me. My tits harden. My clit thumps once to tell me it is alert. I bite half my lip, dragging my teeth as a slow smile spreads across my face.
"Yes, I am."
There is a knock at the door. As he stands, he gives me his own sexy half smile. "Our carriage awaits. We begin our journey to The Eternal City and beyond." He holds his arm out to me and I slip mine in his. When he opens the door, there are two men dressed as chauffeurs. Aurei pulls the door open wide and they enter to get our luggage. When they come out, he locks the door and escorts me to the elevator. We walk in silence while they follow behind. When we enter the elevator, he releases my arm. I walk to the back and turn to face him. He is pushing the "L" button as the chauffeurs come to the entrance. "Catch the next one." He tells them.
When the doors close, he walks to stand in front of me. He puts one arm on the wall and leans in. His face moves past mine and I feel his magnetism. My skin comes alive. All the little hairs stand up, pushing to touch him. His heat literally tickles me as he moves down stopping short of my neck and hovers there. My eyes roll back in my head with his seduction. My mind focuses on that one spot where his breath blows. With each exhale, the skin sings and the sensation radiates out like sonar, pinging the tips of my tits and my clit. When he inhales, the sensation rushes back to that one spot and waits for his breath to blow on it again.
"I love the way you smell." He whispers and then he blows on it.
I stop breathing with his skillful seduction. My mind zeroing in on that one little, tickling, spot.
He says in a husky whisper as his finger pushes past my labia lips to touch my clit. "I love that you don't wear panties."
My mind screams with joy as my clit floods my pussy with wetness and my tits try to touch him, pushing against my bra. "Yes," I whisper my approval.
He blows his breath out as his throat moans then turns into whispered words. "I love how wet you are." His finger slides into my vagina.
"Umm."
He curls his finger as he whispers in my ear, connecting to two sensitive spots. "I love how you moan for me."
"Ah!" I let out a moan full of air.
His finger slides out and he thumps my clit hard a few times.
"Oh!" I say in surprise. My clit throbbing from the thumping.
"I love how you love it pounded." He nuzzles my ear, sending waves of vibration from it to my clit, making it tingle terribly.
I moan loud unashamed of the way he makes me let go. Tipping my head back, I offer him my throat as I flex my ass against the wall.
His finger slides in my pussy and he pats my clit as he pumps it, in and out, in and out.
"Oh!" My hand latches onto his forearm to encourage him, but his strength maintains control.
"I love how you sang for me this morning."
I pause, frowning, staring up to the ceiling of the elevator.
"You didn’t know you did that. Did you?"
"No," I answer truthfully.
His finger slips out and he drags it forward to wet my clit. Then he moves it back in my vagina, then back all the way out to my clit. Each time he goes in, I push his arm deep and when he pulls it out, he circles my clit, making my eyes roll back in my head and my ass flex on the wall. All while he tells me. "You sang each time you came this morning. Not words, but beautiful moaning vocal runs. I didn't know you could sing so sweet."
The elevator slows down, then dings and we arrive. My eyes fly open. Dammit! We are here!
His hand leaves my wetness as he pecks my lips. The doors slide open and he pushes off the wall as he slips it in his pocket. He smirks pleased with my wanton expression, sticks his elbow out, and says. "Come."
I hook his arm and sigh. Walking across the lobby floor, I stare on his gorgeousness. It feels so fucking good to have a man who isn't intimated by my Wild Thang. Hearing my heels clicking, I strut for him letting my tit bounce against his arm.
He smiles down at me. "Tease."
I squeeze his arm. "It’s what I do."
He chuckles. "It’s who you are."
"Truly."
When I notice three limousines parked out front, I frown.
"I thought it best." He answers.
"Three?"
"It's a diversionary tactic."
"Why?"
"Ruth."
"Ruth? Please! That bitch don’t have nerve enough to try anything out in public."
"Maybe, but I’m not taking any chances."