Take Me

“Have you ever used a dildo?” he asked, and when Lily groaned, “Yes,” he bent over and tongued her clit in the same rhythm that he pumped his fingers in and out. “Tell me about your favorite one,” he demanded when he took his mouth away from her.

“I…” she gasped, “I can’t. Please Travis,” she begged, but he had slowed his fingers down, and she knew she had to obey him.

“How big is it?” he asked, his voice a husky syrup.

Lily could hardly breathe, so she wasn’t sure how she could answer him. Why was he torturing her like this? But she knew why, because every second that passed felt better than the next.

“For every answer,” he promised, “I will lick some part of your body.”

“Nine inches,” she said, and he raised an eyebrow in question. “My clit, Travis. Lick my clit now.”

“Just like my cock,” he said as he bowed his head and replaced his fingers with his tongue, slipping it deep into her canal. Again and again he thrust, then pulled out and laved her clit before raising his head.

“Does it vibrate?”

Again, she could hardly breathe, she needed to come so badly. His twenty questions were sweet torture.

“Yes, it vibrates,” she said through shaking teeth. “My ni**les,” she cried.

His fingers slipped back into her, his thumb gently pressing against her clitoris, then his hot breath was on the plump underside of her breast. He sucked at her flesh and moved his mouth, repeating himself until only her nipple remained dry and stiff with longing. He settled his lips around the rosy peak, and she arched into his mouth. His tongue played with the puckered flesh, then, finally, he sucked hard while plunging his fingers into her cunt hard and fast and deep.

The orgasm hit Lily like a bullet, exploding through every cell in her body. Travis alternated from one nipple to the other, rubbing his stubbly cheeks against her soft mounds, finally rearing up over Lily to take her mouth with his.

Roughly, he jammed on a condom from his back pocket, and, midexplosion, he plunged into her. Her orgasm started all over from the beginning. He was all man, and she was all woman: Adam and Eve in the olive grove where life was bursting from the soil below.

Lily rubbed herself against Travis, matching each thrust of his tongue with her own. Matching the pounding of his hips with her own frantic pulsing. No dildo could have ever prepared her for his hot, hard length inside of her, and she milked him, pulsing against his throbbing shaft.

The fire raged, then, sated for the moment, they lay panting on foreign ground. Lily rubbed Travis’s back, happier in this moment than she had ever been before, safe within the cocoon of newfound femininity, her first taste of a life sweeter than anything she had ever imagined.

Throwing caution to the wind, Lily decided that for the rest of the trip she was going to be free and wild.

An American woman learning about true passion in Italy.

Regardless of the consequences.

Chapter Nine

Giggling like kids as they pulled Travis’s T-shirt down from the olive tree, they got their clothes back into some semblance of order and walked, arm in arm, back up the winding street to the hotel. Travis felt looser than he had in years, as if a huge weight had been taken away from him. He was tempted to fight the feeling—he had always kept firm control over any emotions that threatened to jumble his well-ordered life—but he decided this once to go with the flow. After all, this was Tuscany.

Living a little wouldn’t kill him.

The only blip in the perfect evening was upon their return to the hotel. He had been dreaming of tying Lily to the bedposts, but as soon as they walked into the room, she pulled her hand from his.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, more afraid than he wanted to admit about what she was about to say. This is a mistake or I take back what I said about us wanting to be lovers.

Instead she pointed to his suitcase. “I can’t believe I forgot all about that.”

Travis looked at his bag and then back at her. “Forgot about what?”

Anger flashing in her incredible blue orbs, Lily moved toward his bag and dumped the contents on the floor. “About these clothes! How dare you make love to me when you’re planning to meet another woman here. How could I forget for a single second that you’re a man with a lover on every street corner? I’m such an idiot.”

Lily’s voice broke, and Travis was shocked by her emotional volatility. She’d always been such a mouse, and now she was making him come on a regular basis and freaking out about everything. Why couldn’t things go right for once? Where Lily was concerned it was one explosion after another. And the worst part of it all was that Travis knew he was responsible for laying all the bombs in their path.

He could see how strong she was trying to be, but her lower lip was on the verge of trembling. He dragged her into his arms.

“I brought them for you,” Travis said, feeling more than a tad guilty about leaving off the fact that he only went to go pick up the clothes for Lily because he didn’t want her to walk around Italy with him in shapeless, colorless sacks.

Abruptly she stopped struggling in his arms, and he could see her weighing the truth of his words. “I stopped in at Janica’s studio before we left.”

Lily surprised the heck out of Travis by bursting into laughter. “You and Janica in the same room together? I can’t believe you don’t have scars all over your body. I mean,” Lily rambled on in a fit of giggles, “Janica really hates you.”

Travis forced a grin even though he was stung by Lily’s words. “No kidding. She was on the verge of cutting me into pieces with her massive scissors.” Forcing the words past the lump of guilt in his throat, he said, “You looked so incredible in her dress at the fashion show I wanted you to have some more just like it.”

Lily rubbed the tears of laughter from her eyes. “You were willing to brave Janica’s claws for me?”

Travis didn’t trust himself to speak. If he did, he might accidentally come clean with Lily about his real reasons for picking up the clothes, then she’d hate him all over again. He simply reached out for Lily’s hands and nodded, hoping that she wouldn’t probe any deeper.

Lily pulled him closer and wrapped her arms around him. “Travis,” she breathed into his ear, “you can be so amazing. Thank you.”

Surprised, he said, “Do you really think so?”