Page 27 of The Road to You

MICHELE

I wake up to the softest, warmest sensation in the world.

For a second, I think I’m dreaming. That Lena’s touch is part of some perfect flashback of the night we just had, a night that rewrote everything I thought I knew about pleasure, closeness, and sex positions.

Then I blink against the low morning light streaming into the Sassi suite, and I realize she’s very much real.

And her mouth is on me. On my hard cock.

I look down at her, and the mischievous glint in her eyes tells me she is up to no good. Or very much good, depending on the point of view.

“Good morning,” she purrs after licking my shaft, balls to tip.

“This is by far the best wake-up alarm I have ever had,” I croak.

“Good morning to you too,” I moan when she wraps her lips around my hard shaft and sinks it into her throat.

I discovered yesterday that she can control her gag reflex and take me in deep all the way.

Paradise. Not even in my wildest fantasies did a woman do that .

I put my hand on the back of her head and follow her movements up and down while she sucks and teases, and drives me crazy. I make a massive effort not to push up my hips and fuck her mouth hard and fast.

“Fuck. Do you want me dead?” I groan when she sucks hard and, in response, fondles my balls and squeezes a bit, just enough to make my breath catch in pleasure.

I look down at her, staring at me with a teasing smile that curves her lips and reaches her eyes.

“You are a little…” I can’t even finish the sentence because she sucks hard, and I get lost in my pleasure.

Goose bumps rise on every inch of my body, and my heart starts thumping hard in my chest, while my breath is nowhere to be seen. My brain is MIA too.

“I don’t want to come in your mouth. Come and ride me,” I say breathlessly while I move my hand from her head.

By the time she straddles me, I’m wide awake, heart racing, and body sore in the best way possible.

We barely slept. We didn’t want to. We made love like we were trying to memorize each other’s bodies, like we didn’t know how long we’d have.

Every kiss, every breath, every moan, it’s all burned into me. I didn’t think I could want her more.

I was wrong.

I reach up, bury my hands in her hair, tilt my head back with a groan while she lowers her soaked pussy on my shaft, but the sharp buzzing of my phone cuts through the moment like a slap.

I curse under my breath and grab it from the nightstand, fully ready to silence it, when I see the name on the screen.

Mom.

“Sorry,” I murmur to Lena, brushing my thumb across her thigh. “I have to take this.”

I wouldn’t normally answer, even if it’s my mother, but since the accident, I know she’ll panic if I don’t pick up soon. It will take some time for things to return to normal. I’ve already avoided her way too much these last few weeks, communicating with her only through texts.

Lena raises an eyebrow but doesn’t stop what she’s doing. If anything, she slows down, that little minx.

I swipe to answer. “ Ciao. ” I greet her in Italian, and Lena widens her eyes with curiosity.

I can’t do much. I would speak English to include her in the conversation, but my mom doesn’t speak a word of English.

“ Amore mio ! Finally! You don’t answer your phone for days, and now the gossip magazines say you’ve disappeared with a mystery woman .”

I close my eyes, trying to focus as Lena kisses along my chest, her breath warm and maddening. I force my voice to stay even, but it’s a titanic effort on my part.

“I’m fine. I just needed some time away from everything.” I avoid explaining the “mystery woman” part. I don’t even know where to start with that.

I’m not usually prone to these rash decisions without at least a heads-up to my family, but I honestly can’t explain why I did it without worrying them about my recovery. They will immediately jump to the worst conclusions, and I don’t know how to explain something I don’t know yet myself.

“Oh, sure. But the press says you’re traveling with a woman. Is it true? Do you have a girlfriend?”

I glance up at Lena. She’s watching me like she’s trying to decipher my words, her brow slightly furrowed, her lips curved in a teasing smirk.

And she is still riding me, deep and slowly.

I want to reach out and fondle her perfect tits, but I won’t be able to continue my conversation with my mom, that’s for sure.

“Not a girlfriend,” I say slowly. “Just…a woman I’m traveling with. She’s…a friend,” I say, locking eyes with Lena.

Her smile widens. She doesn’t understand the words, but she understands the tone. I suppose she understands we’re talking about her, or maybe she has something else in mind to drive me crazy, and right now, I have too much going on to focus on understanding her intentions.

“A friend? Michele! That’s the same tone you used when you first brought home your motorbike. You loved that thing.”

I chuckle, barely suppressing a groan as Lena grinds her hips in slow circles. “Well, she’s less dangerous.” Barely.

“Don’t joke! Your leg, how is it, tesoro ? Are you in pain?”

I close my eyes, trying to focus on my mother’s worry through the haze of pleasure clouding my mind. It’s hard. I’m almost tempted to call her back later.

“No. Sto bene . I’m really okay. I’m resting, I swear. She makes sure of that.” I glance pointedly at Lena, who bites her lip like she knows exactly how not restful this trip has been, especially after last night.

Damn it! Focus Michele. You can’t go there, not with your mother on the phone.

“I hope you bring her home. I don’t care what the magazines say, I want to meet the woman who stole my son away for the summer.”

“Hmm…”

“If you don’t bring her to visit soon, I’ll come find you myself. Wherever you are.” She cuts me off with her scolding tone, the one that put all of us kids in line when we were young. It will never cease to make my ears perk up even now that I’m an adult.

I laugh out loud. Lena pauses, startled, and I can see her itching to ask.

“She’s not my girlfriend. And I can’t guarantee anything. It’s not like I can bring random girls to meet my parents.” I try to make her reason, but I’m not sure I will succeed.

“But she’s there. With you. That’s already something.

” Her tone is hopeful. She has been worried for years that I will never have a family and will end up alone and miserable.

It’s difficult to explain to her that with this kind of job, it’s challenging to figure out if someone is after me as a person, my money, or the fame that comes with it.

I sigh softly, warmed by her voice and the familiar affection in it. “ Ti voglio bene .”

“I love you too, amore . Be careful. And tell her I say hello.” I can hear the smile in her voice. She has already decided she is my girlfriend. Nothing will change her mind.

I hang up with a smile still tugging at my lips.

Lena tilts her head. “Okay, who was that important?”

I grin. “My mom.”

She freezes.

“ Your mother?! ” Her eyes go wide. “I was literally riding you while you were talking to your mom? ”

“She called three times yesterday while we were doing other things ,” I say, trying not to laugh. “You left me no choice.”

“Oh my God,” she groans, burying her face in my chest. “I can’t believe I just did that.”

“You didn’t know , ” I tease, dragging my fingers along her spine. “And if it makes you feel any better, it was the best phone call of my life.”

She lifts her head just enough to glare at me. “You’re the worst.”

“But you’re still on top of me,” I murmur, my voice dropping.

“Only so I can kill you slowly.”

“Death by orgasm?” I arch an eyebrow. “There are worse ways to go.”

She laughs in spite of herself, and I love that sound, bright and reckless, like she’s forgetting to protect herself from me.

We’re still joined. Still moving, even as we laugh. It’s the most absurdly intimate moment I’ve ever had.

She straightens her spine and rests her hands on my pecks. “Are you ready to pay for this?” She winks at me.

“Absolutely!” I grin.

And, as she promised, she rides me slowly to the brink of pleasure countless times before letting me come with a deep, long groan.

When she lowers herself on my chest, spent and satisfied, I wrap my arms around her, burying my face in her neck, breathing in the scent of her skin.

She’s still catching her breath when I say, almost too softly, “My mom wants to meet you.”

She jerks her head up to look at me, wide-eyed, almost terrified, and I laugh.

I shouldn’t have said that, not now, not like this, but I can’t help it because suddenly, the idea of bringing her home doesn’t scare me. It makes something settle deep in my chest. And maybe I don’t want to fight that.