The Trip of a Lifetime (Part Two)

After my incredible experience in the sauna with Raul, we went up to his room at our hotel. The tingling ache between my thighs, the fireworks still popping in my flesh gave testament to the reality of what might otherwise have been dismissed as a particularly erotic dream. We didn't speak in the halls, both trying to process what had happened between us just a few minutes before. 

When we got back to his room, I gasped. He was in a suite that made my apartment back home look like a hovel. The living room was enormous, with cream carpets, gilt trim on the walls and a sparkling crystal chandelier in the center of the ceiling, and had panoramic windows that highlighted an incredible view of Rome at night. 

I walked out onto the balcony and leaned on the railing, drinking in the gorgeous view. After a few minutes, I heard a quiet footstep behind me, and felt Raul slip one arm around my waist, pulling me back against him. He handed me a glass of wine, and we stood there, my back against his chest, for I don't know how long, still smelling of each others musk.

Tucking his chin against my shoulder, he asked quietly in his rich voice, "I hope you will not find this presumptuous, but I do not want to let you go tomorrow when you go to Florence. If it is acceptable to you, I would like to join you, at least for a few days. We can see how it goes from there." Wordlessly, I nodded. "What train are you taking tomorrow when you leave?" he asked, his breath tickling my ear and raising delicious chills that ran down my arm and back. I had to think for a minute, and then remembered. 

"Excuse me one moment, signorina" he said, then stepped back into the suite. A moment later, I heard his voice on his mobile phone, speaking rapidly in Italian. All I caught was "Non" a few times, which knew meant "No" and I heard Florence a couple of times, so I assumed he was arranging for a ticket on the same train. Finishing his conversation, he went through a door on the other side of the room for a moment, then came back out. 

Stepping back onto the balcony, he took my hand and tugged gently, urging me back into the room, and through the door he'd just come out of. I found myself in a large, marble bathroom, with a sunken tub filling with hot, sweet scented water. The tub could have easily held four people. "I thought you might like to take a bath with me, Megan" he said, rubbing his thumbs along my jaw, down my neck, slipping the robe I'd put over my swimsuit (which was now balled up in one of the pockets) off my shoulders. Smiling, I stepped down into the tub, with Raul holding my hand as if I would shatter if I slipped. He stepped in after me and sat down, guiding me down to sit with my back against him, between his legs. When the water reached my neck, he reached out and turned it off, then wrapped his arms around me. 

We sat there like that for some time, letting the heat of the water soak into our muscles, my head leaning against his sculpted chest, his arms wrapped around my ribs, under my breasts. As my muscles relaxed and I settled deeper into his arms, I felt his breathing quicken. He turned his head slightly, bending to kiss my temple, his lips feeling almost as if they were trembling. Moving his hands just a bit, he brushed my nipples with his thumbs, causing me to suck in my breath sharply and squirm my hips between his legs, my butt wiggling against his cock, which immediately twitched and began to swell, pressing against my hips and lower back. 

I tilted my head to the side, baring my neck and shoulder. Raul turned into me, pressing small, light kisses down my neck, down to my collarbone, then coming back up and delicately nibbling my earlobe. I gasped, my body flooding with warmth that had nothing to do with the hot water. Meanwhile, his fingers were busy, flicking my nipples, pinching them ever so gently, cupping my breasts as if they were priceless treasures. My breath was becoming faster and more ragged. I reached behind me, sliding my hands down his ribs, across his stomach, then back up, feeling his cock pulsing aginst my skin where I was pressed to him. I turned my head and put my hand along his jaw, pulling his lips to mine. I kissed him hungrily, my tongue fencing with his, giving and taking equally. 

He loosened his arms from around me, gently pushing my hips forward. Breaking the kiss for a moment, he whispered hoarsely "Turn around, signorina; I want to look at you." Slipping a bit on the marble of the tub, I twisted to face him, sitting on his legs, my knees drawn up on either side of his ribs, my hands clasped behind his neck to hold my balance. Through the clear water, I could see our bodies, his cock thrust upwards proudly, my pussy only an inch or so away. Slipping one arm around my back, he drew me to him, sliding forward slightly, guiding my legs around his waist with his other hand. Bending his head, he kissed from one end of my collarbone to the other, pausing in the hollow above my breasts, delicately licking the tender flesh, feeling the drumbeat of my pulse at the base of my throat. I pressed myself tighter against him, my back arched, my sheath pressed against his cock, feeling him pulse and twitch against me. 

Dipping his head, he captured one of my nipples in his mouth, drawing it delicately between his teeth, his tongue skillfully dancing around it, drawing a small cry from me as I pressed into his mouth, my hands gripping the back of his neck. Vaguely, I felt his hands sliding down my back to my hips. Spreading his fingers wide, he gently massaged my hips and ass for a few minutes, worshipping first one breast and then the other with his tongue; my heart felt like it was going to burst from my chest, it was beating so fast. 

Suddenly gripping my right hip with his left hand, he urged me up in the water, positioning me over his cock. Sliding his right hand between my legs, he opened me up, one finger teasing my clit as he lowered me down, slowly pressing deep into my hole. I gasped, the feeling was so different. Somehow, it felt tighter, there was more friction. He kept his right hand on my lips, his fingers opening me up for his shaft, the heel of his palm teasing my clit now as he worked his way deep inside me. When he was fully buried within me, my legs wrapped tight around his waist, my arms clenched around his shoulders, he slid both arms around me again, holding me to him firmly, as if he would never let me go. Shudders racked my body, rippling from my shoulders, down my back, through my abdomen; I was sure he could feel them where I was wrapped so intimately around him. 

As I adjusted to this amazing sensation, he rocked his hips upward slightly, our position not allowing for a great deal of motion, then pulled back. I opened my eyes, looking deep into his. Placing my hands on his shoulders and pressing my feet against the back of the tub on either side of him for stability, I quickly began to match his movements, pulling back slightly, then rocking my hips forward when he did. The tiny movements tantalized me, urging me to speed up, to go harder, faster; but his hands on my hips didn't allow it. We rocked back and forth on each other for what seemed an interminable time, our gazes locked, moving hardly at all and yet feeling each other's bodies in a way I'd never experienced before. 

Slowly, gradually our rhythm changed. I shifted my feet from the back of the tub to the floor on either side of his hips, gripping the edge of the tub with my hands. His hands, spread wide on my hips, slowly began to urge me up and down, more and more. My thighs beginning to burn with the exertion, I slipped up and then down on his cock, now it was me setting the pace; his hands merely supporting me as I worked. Leaning slightly back, I angled my hips forward just a bit, so I was sliding back and forth more than up and down. As I slid back down on him fully, I gasped, my eyes flying open; I was feeling something I'd never felt. A liquid heat pooling within me as the tip of his shaft pressed against my interior wall. I rocked my hips up and down, rubbing against him, as the sensation filling me grew ever more intense. 

Feeling the first trembling waves of my orgasm begin to ripple through me, he again gripped my hips in both hands, slid me back a bit, then slammed me back down on him. A sharp cry of ecstasy was torn from me, my hands digging into his shoulders. Again he slammed into me, then again, then again. Finally, with one last, powerful thrust, the dam within me burst. I threw my head back, a low scream of pure pleasure pouring from me, as I felt him pulsing within me, pouring himself into me. After a breathless eternity, I collapsed against his chest, his arms holding me tightly. 

Some time later, I drew away from him, sitting up, feeling him slip out of me. Smiling mischeviously, I said "I don't think I've ever had a bath where I got out dirtier than I got in!" With a low chuckle, he gently pushed me away and sat up straight. Grabbing the soap and a washrag, he leaned forward and delicately began to wash my shoulders, arms and breasts, slipping under the water to wash my stomach and gently, ever so gently, between my legs. Rinsing me off, he tossed the soap to me, and I did the same for him, marveling at the lean, wiry strength of his body. Getting out of the tub, we dried each other from head to toe, stopping frequently to kiss, touch, or explore. He slipped my robe back over my shoulders, and guided me through a door on the opposite side of the bathroom from the living room. 

The bedroom of the suite was incredible. Done in cream, gilt and a dusky rose pink, it was a room you'd expect to see in a palace. The bed was enormous, a canopy bed raised on a platform and draped in dozens of yards of the finest cream chiffon. There was a dressing table against the wall topped with a large, gilt-framed mirror. A bar in the corner held several bottles of fine Italian wine. A pair of wide double doors opened onto the balcony. I crossed the room toward the bed, fingering the delicate material of the canopy. Raul came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, nuzzling his chin into my shoulder. I could feel fatigue creeping up on me, I hadn't exerted myself as much in the last few years as I had in the last few days, not to mention the last several hours. 

Feeling me start to droop, he slid the robe off my shoulders and urged me up into the bed. Climbing in after me, he pulled me against his side, wrapping his arm around me, my head resting on his shoulder. Pressing a kiss to my temple, I heard him whisper "Sonno, bella ragazza." Sleepily, I mumbled "What does that mean?" With a low chuckle, he said "It means Sleep, beautiful girl." And I did, feeling more peaceful than I had in weeks, maybe even years.