[This is erotic fiction and is meant for mature readers only.
The beginning of the story is here.]
Once she lies on the bed that’s smaller than they would’ve liked but had figured that’s what you get in a mid-range hotel in Rome, he is upon her. He enters her. He’s disappointed in not coming up with a better plan to demonstrate his power, of showing off what a Caesar could do. But that disappointment is mixed with the pleasure of being inside of her, of moving inside the wonderful sensations of her pussy. She’s wet, and he figures that the undressing was good foreplay for her. It was certainly exciting for him. Or it could be that foreplay for her started with their romantic dinner, and maybe she had imagined having sex with him. Maybe she had imagined the soft, loving sex that they’d had last night.
Unfortunately, he’s not going to last very long, and this is another disappointment for him. But it also inspires an idea. Something to do beyond missionary, which feels like a let-down for him. A let-down in the possibilities of what he could have done if he were Caesar and had access to more materials for erotic fun, or at least a better imagination of what do to with the materials that were available.
He pulls out of her, straddles her belly, and says down at her, “Finish me off.”
Gianna’s eyes question like before as she registers this change in activity, but just for a moment, then she lifts up her torso, and he enjoys that her first thought is to take him again in her mouth.
“No,” Duncan says. “With your hands.”
Her head and shoulders drop back down to the bed, and her hand grasps his cock, jerking it. He can tell that she’s disappointed, that this started off with potential, and now it’s over and done with too quickly, and it’s centered more on his pleasure. Still, though, there’s a glint in her eyes like the glint on water cascading in a fountain in the middle of a piazza, that they’d seen earlier this day. A glint that says she may be enjoying this. Soon, his come spurts on her breasts, something that he’s done a few times before to her, after asking for it and she accepted, staring intently at the action and looking quite pleased and proud afterward that she had inspired this kind of pleasure for him. This time, she doesn’t look as pleased as those other times. She’s also disappointed, he figures.
After his final drip of come drops onto her belly, he lifts off of her and says, “Come on, we’re going to shower.”
“Definitely need scrubbing down,” she says.
In the shower, he does the job of cleaning her, rubbing the liquid body soap onto her breasts for longer than he really needs to. She clearly enjoys the attention and adoration, looking down at his worshipful hands and the cloud of soap suds. Once her breasts and belly are clean, his hands move to the other parts of her that he adores. Her shoulders, back, ass, legs, and arms. As he rubs soap onto each part, he delights in feeling the smoothness and warmth of her skin. A flash in his mind of seeing this beautiful woman twirling about the sun-bathed piazza earlier in the day. There is no way he would take a bevy of women. This one works her wonders over him, in many ways that makes him smile or takes his breath away.
After he finally finishes cleaning Gianna, she kisses him and asks, “Did you get what you wanted, Caesar?”
Duncan turns her around, so that she’s facing away from him and the shower head that pulses water down on their backs. He embraces her from behind, his hands again on her breasts, celebrating their lovely curves and firm nipples. One of his hands slides down, down her belly, gliding with the ease of the slick, wet skin. With his hands loving her like this—one on her breasts and one on her pussy—she soon gasps in an orgasm, and he loves not only the sound of it, but how she feels trembling against him. They stay like that for a while, his hands cupping her beautifully humming parts, while the shower’s water falls down on his head and back.
“It reminded me of the Trevi fountain,” Gianna says as they dry themselves with thick towels after the shower. “It was like we were back there at the fountain, hearing the water rush and seeing the statues and feeling the warmth of each other. Thank you. That was gorgeous.”
They kiss, deeply and appreciative, while they are still naked in the bathroom. They glow like the buildings and statues they’d seen that day that were covered in sunlight like a sheer yellow sheet.
Afterward, Duncan gently holds onto her hand and says, “Come on,” and leads her out of the bathroom, back into the bedroom, and says, “Get on the bed, on all fours.”
Her expression tells him that she likes this idea, and he wonders if she likes this better than his plans before, which had been more about him. She’s always enjoyed the depth and intensity that doggy-style allows. But it’s not time for doggy-style just yet. Once she climbs on the smallish bed and gets on all fours and looks back at him, Duncan gets behind her. His face presses against her pussy, rather than him driving his cock into her right away. His cock is hard again. But it will have to wait to get what it wants.
Gianna gasps as his tongue first touches her tender, secret flesh that’s warm and wet from both the shower and her orgasm. Her gasp turns to moans as he keeps licking her. His tongue is like the sun bathing her in the piazza, a warming and luscious feeling on her skin. But this time, she’s motionless, and it’s his tongue that’s twirling instead of her. Dancing in the joy of being alive in this very moment. While his tongue dances, his fingers caress the backs of her thighs and her firm ass. His tongue explores all around her, exposed like this, an opening and a vulnerability that shows she is immensely comfortable with him seeing her like this, licking her like this, pleasing her like this.
Pleased, yes, and this pleasure rolls from her mouth in bubbling, effervescent waves of sound. They build in strength and impatience, wanting more and more to rush forth, to burst with magnificent energy rather than slide like a stream slipping through the forest. And they do, reaching a crescendo of bliss as he grips her ass cheeks in his excited, clutching hands, and she again trembles in an orgasm, trembling like she did against him in the shower. This one, though, sounds louder, more powerful, a higher peak.
When her pleasure slides down from the peak and is gently panting, Duncan gets up on his knees and pushes his cock into her. She’s much wetter than before, when he had entered her when she was on her back. He marvels on how easily he slides within her, and how magnificent this feels. Gianna lets out a little gasp with each of his steady thrusts into her, then letting her catch a bit of breath as he pulls backward. Again, he clutches her ass cheeks, as he had done while licking her. As her mounting moans had built in strength, so does his thrusting. He thinks back to the many statues they’d seen earlier, of their taut muscles frozen in stone. In particular, he thinks of Oceanus in the center of the statues in the Trevi fountain, the statue standing tall and proud and mighty. Looking down at the other statues, of his helpers holding tight onto the bucking horses of the sea. But Duncan is hardly frozen now, and he’s the one who’s bucking. Bucking hard and powerful, looking down at the woman he loves, as her mouth releases a burst of exhalation and deep pleasure with each of his strong heaves into her. She’s holding strong, too, her arms like columns to hold herself up. Her upper back and shoulders are tensed muscles, which are extremely sexy to him. He adores her breasts, but he also admires her back and shoulders, like he had enjoyed her bare shoulders all day, as they were only covered by the thin straps of her Mediterranean blue top. When Duncan comes, it’s a bigger orgasm than his first one, back when he had straddled her loins and her hand had pumped his cock. He pushes as far into her as he can and stops, frozen, while the ecstasy surges through him and out through his cock.
He remains there, deep inside her, for a long time. Their sounds of panting soften, dwindle. His cock, once strong, also softens. Finally, he pulls out and collapses on the bed next to her. Gianna cleans up quickly in the bathroom, then returns to the bed, laying her head on his chest. The heat of their bodies melds into each other. Laying there, Duncan thinks that there is no way Caesar would’ve felt better than this. Sure, he would’ve had many beautiful women to serve his wants. But he could not have reached a glorious blend of pleasure and love and trust and comfort that Duncan feels now. For that takes one woman, not a crowd, and that woman has to be a special woman who touches your soul.