One Hot Italian Summer by Halle Karina

Author:Halle , Karina [Halle , Karina]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2020-07-27T16:00:00+00:00

Fourteen

Claudio

It wasn’t a dream.

I wake up with a voracious hard-on. I roll over to my side, my legs catching in the sheets. I’m used to waking up like this, particularly after Grace arrived in my life, like a shining star caught in Earth’s gravity. My dreams have been filthy with her.

But last night’s dream wasn’t a dream at all.

I close my eyes to the faint sun streaming in through the curtains, replaying the scene in my mind.

Her smell, her taste, the way she felt when I drove my cock inside. So tight, warm, it was like coming home. I saw the side of her I always wanted to see, the side that was buried under all her layers, coming apart like the petals of the roses as they crushed beneath her. I don’t think I’ll ever smell roses the same way again.

Fuck. That was real.

It happened.

Art come to life.

Granted, I didn’t get that much work done, but that’s hardly the matter. The work will come easy now, I know it will, now that she’s given me permission to sculpt her. As long as I can keep my hands off her and on the clay.

That won’t be easy, not when she looks the way she does, not when she takes me in with those baby blues of hers, looking at me sometimes like I’m a god.

At the very least, I felt like a god last night.

I get up, deciding to take a shower, thoughts of Grace rolling through me until I have to get off again. It’s been a long time since I last slept with someone, and now my body is firing on all cylinders, a slumbering beast that’s been awakened.

When I step out of the shower, I get changed, and glance at the time. It’s seven thirty, perhaps a little too early to wake Grace. After we fucked in the studio, we ended up going our separate ways to sleep. I could tell that she had a lot on her mind, and I wasn’t going to push it, especially as Vanni could easily catch us with the other in bed. The boy doesn’t knock when it comes to me.

But when I head down the hall to her room, her door is already open a crack.

“Grace?” I call out quietly before pushing it open.

Her bed is made, the room empty.

Hmmm.

I head downstairs, checking the study, then go to the kitchen.

No sign of her.

I step out the back, thinking she might be in the pool for some reason, when I see her sitting at the veranda, her back to me. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her up this early and it makes me uneasy somehow. As if last night disrupted something.

“Buongiorno,” I say to her as I walk across the grass, hands in my pockets.

She turns to look at me, giving me a quick smile, before focusing back on her laptop.

“Uh oh,” I say, coming over to her. “I’ve interrupted something.”

I put my hand on her neck and lean in for a kiss, but she instantly jerks her head back.

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