‘You sure about this?’

I wave my hand to indicate that he should continue with the task of pouring.

He pours the ice-cold grappa over the ice cream and places it in front of me. He opens a drawer, finds a spoon and lays it beside the bowl. Actually, it looks quite delicious. I might have found a winning combination here.

I take the spoon, dig it into the concoction and put it into my mouth. Ooooh! My eyes widen and my mouth starts moving sideways. Oh!

His reaction is admirable. He shoves the bowl under my chin just as I spit it out.

‘Sorry,’ I apologize.

‘It was a vile combination,’ he concedes, handing me a paper towel.

I wipe my mouth and tongue. ‘Oh dear, that was not very sexy, was it?’ I say weakly. How was I to know that gin and tonic ice cream with grappa poured over it would be so evil?

‘Actually,’ he says, his irises growing, ‘everything you do is sexy, sweet Ella. Can’t you tell? I’ve been wanting to fuck you for hours.’ He tilts his head. ‘My bedroom is that way.’ Slowly, I turn my head in the direction he’s indicated.

‘Get naked and sit on the edge of the bed,’ he commands.

TEN

Her eyes flash with surprise, but she obeys me without a word. Desire is like the burning heat of a midday Sicilian sun on my skin as I watch her take swaying steps toward my bed. She stops at the bedroom door and looks around the room. A sigh escapes her. It is the wistful sigh of poor people the world over. Even though I have only stood at her front door and scanned the interior of her home, I know that my bedroom is bigger than her entire flat.

If she weren’t so proud, I’d take her for my mistress. Set her up in a swanky apartment and shower her with gifts. Then I’d never have to feel guilty about using her.

She goes into the dimly lit room and I wait a few minutes. I have something to do before I follow her. I walk up to the doorway to my bedroom and halt.

The bright light coming in from behind me falls on her naked body. There are two kinds of women: the very slim woman who looks better in clothes, and her more rounded counterpart who looks better, much better, naked. She is the latter.

She’s a waking dream.

Just like those great beauties that my granddad used to perve over. Even their names evoke a lost time—Brigitte Bardot, Marilyn Monroe, Raquel Welch.

Ella Savage is curvy and creamy white. Her breasts are not the perfect silicone planets I’m used to, but they are deliciously full and round. The areolae are sweet pink, barely darker than her skin, upon which her nipples protrude like swollen buds. My gaze moves down to the wasp-waist and the gorgeously rounded hips. Her pubic bush, the same dark blonde as her hair, is neatly trimmed.

I take a deep breath. The moment is surreal with silence and anticipation. It is as if I’m not part of it, but watching it happen on a movie screen.

‘Lean back and rest your weight on your hands,’ I order. Even to my ears my voice sounds harsh. Strange, because I don’t feel harsh at all. Inside, I’m melting like a marshmallow over a flame.

I watch her arch her body back sensuously, her chest pushing out and up. Even so, she’s not flaunting it. She simply sits there and allows me to look at her.

‘Open your legs.’

I watch her spread them, but it’s only a shy-open. There’s more to go. A lot more. Between the intriguing paleness of her thighs, full, luscious lips beg for a tongue to part them open. Taste them. Suck them. Fuck them. The desire to crawl up to her and eat her out fills me.

‘Put your feet up on the bed.’

Another woman would have scooted up the bed for more space, but she doesn’t. She simply obeys the command exactly as it has been given. Her breathing increases as she moves to obey. A graceless, almost vulgar movement, but I actually like that, it’s more real. She plants both her feet on the bed so her knees press up against her breasts.

I walk toward the liquid dripping from her pink seam like a man in a trance. I grab her hips and swipe my tongue along the swollen, succulent flesh. My body shudders. I was right. Honey. She’s pure honey. She throws her head back and moans. With that un-doctored sound of ecstasy, the whole world ceases to exist for me. There is only my tongue and her sweet pussy.

‘I want you to watch me eat you,’ I tell her.

She brings her head forward and we stare at each other in wonder while I eat her until she comes rocking, arching, shrieking, and squirting shamelessly into my mouth.

My breath hasn’t even returned to normal and already his dark shape is hovering above me, his palm gliding over my nipples, fingers trailing on my collarbone. All my senses heighten and my sex aches for his touch. In the shadows that envelop us I can hear his heart pounding hard. Only one side of his face is illuminated, and it is an expression of fierce concentration, as though I’m something so exquisitely fragile that the least wrong move could break me. He raises his eyes and meets mine. His are gleaming pools of hunger.

His mouth swoops down and covers a nipple. It’s hot and rough, as if he’s trying to brand me with his mouth. Shock flares in my veins.

‘Oh!’ I gasp, my whole body trembling with sexual intoxication.

Watching me intently he takes the nipple between his teeth and pulls. I whimper. But the glimmer of momentary pain is a tease from a master seducer. He starts sucking the way you would if you wanted to give someone a hickey. The sensation is electrifying.

It feels as if my intoxicated mind is playing tricks on me. There is no doubt about the expertise of his technique. A burning desire rises within me as every muscle in my body stretches and tightens. I clench my hands helplessly. The hot mouth leaves as his other hand arrives between my legs.

‘Open up,’ he purrs. His breath is sweet as it dances between our lips.

I splay my legs open and he pushes a long finger into me.

‘More,’ I moan.

‘Patience, Ella,’ he whispers and withdraws even that finger.

I look up at him with begging eyes. He cannot know how much I want him, but I’m past caring. I want to stay forever in this world where there’s no one else but us. He slides his hands under my ass cheeks and smiles. There’s something mysterious and wild in that smile. I fix my eyes shut.

‘Look at me,’ he instructs.

I snap them open and watch completely spellbound as his mouth draws closer and closer.

Oh, my sweet baby Jesus! Another! In which dimension does a woman get two face cakes in one go?

His hot, velvety tongue laps at the warm juice dripping from my pussy. He drinks it as if it is the finest nectar. Lost in the exhilarating pull of his technique, I look deep into his eyes as shudders ripple through my body. He plunges his tongue deep into me and I shake violently. His tongue, a muscular, practised thing, goes for the kill. His mouth encircles my swollen clit while it sucks!

Fuck! How it sucks. Why do Americans say it sucks when bad times hit them? It’s fucking great when it sucks.

His fingers slip inside. Two, or is it three? Rough as his kisses had been. I’m too lost in the throes of a building orgasm to know or care.

‘I’m coming,’ I shout.

‘Not yet,’ he growls, but there’s no way I can hold it any longer.

My thighs are already trembling uncontrollably. Every inch of me is tingling. I try to slither away, but it’s too late. I prepared myself, but I could NEVER have imagined the explosion that the second eat-out brings.

It is indescribably beautiful. Only she who has experienced it can know what it is. Words are inadequate. Words are silly. How can you explain true ecstasy? Shaking and convulsing, I finally find out what a pussy is really for!