Being His: Being His First Part 11

"Until next time," I said. Then I stood up and Salvatore followed suit. He came toward me and kissed me pa.s.sionately and I could taste my desire on his lips.

"Yummy," he said. Then he pulled his pants up and we chatted for a few minutes before leaving the storage room.

We got back out to the office and Mary looked over to us. "Where's the records?" she asked.

Ooops!

"I couldn't find what we needed," I said. "I'll have to think of where else to look."

"Okay, Taylor. Let me know if you need help," she replied. I smiled, telling her I would. I knew that Mary had worked with my father for a long time and she was probably thinking she knew where everything was in this building way more than I did. And yes, she was right, but she had no clue what I was really looking for that day.

For the next hours, no chances to win the bet happened. Then I saw a golden opportunity. Salvatore had gone into the conference room to do some work for his school and I knew it was time. It was the lunch hour and barely anyone was around. I went into the bathroom for a brief moment and then made my way to the conference room, quietly opening the door and closing it behind me. Salvatore's back was to me.

Once again, I locked the door to ensure our privacy and I coughed to get Salvatore's attention. He turned around and stared at me in disbelief. My back was pressed against the door and my skirt was lifted up over my waist. I'd slid my panties off in the bathroom and I was slowly entering into me, fingering myself and unb.u.t.toning my emerald green blouse with my other hand.

He stared, captivated by my show and not taking his eyes off me for a second. As I went into my little private, kinky show for him I began to talk to him.

"Salvatore, you make me feel so hot...so distracted. Just the way you look at me is so s.e.xy. Can't you feel how bad I want you...how much I need you. It only takes one glance in your direction to make me so wet. Look what you've done to me...I can't stand it."

Then I was quiet, arching my back and moving rapidly. Now, deep down in my mind I realized that I was about to come because the combination of my dirty talk and masturbating had really aroused me. I was just banking that I wasn't the only one aroused.

I stared down at Salvatore's pants and saw how hard he was. He'd managed to unzip them and was stroking his c.o.c.k aggressively, staring at me and sparks were shooting out of his eyes, showing he wanted what I did, too.

Yes, this is it. It's time, I thought.

I walked over to Salvatore and crawled on top of him, sliding right on to his hard-on and grabbed my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, darting my own tongue down to kiss them as I kept gyrating back and forth, up and down, on Salvatore's engorged c.o.c.k. I could feel his pelvis thrusting upward, wanting to be as deeply in me as he could be.

My loins started to quiver and my juices build...it was time...it was close...so close...oh no...I couldn't stop it. I gave a whimper and came all over Salvatore. I was so wrapped up in how it felt that I didn't even realize at first that he was doing the exact same thing. He'd released, too.

"I think we're still at a draw," he whispered, "but I don't mind. Wow! Just wow!"

I leaned in and hugged him tightly, not wanting to let go. "You're so amazing."

"Maybe, not like you. That was really s.e.xy, Taylor. Where did you learn how to do that?"

"You inspire me," I said, sliding off of him and standing up.

Then I looked at the clock and realized that it was nearly 1:00 and I'd better get myself organized so I didn't have that 'I just got royally bopped' look all over my face.

The rest of the day at the office was actually spent working and then by the time we got home, Salvatore was preparing to make supper for everyone. He loved to cook and no one in my family complained because he was an exceptional chef. My mom had never love cooking so she was definitely thrilled by his desire to do so.

I recall watching this movie, Like Water for Chocolate, and it was all about how this woman expressed her love for the man she couldn't have through her cooking. It was such a wildly romantic notion to me when I watched that movie and somehow I really sensed what that was about through Salvatore's cooking. Every bite tasted like the best food I'd ever had and while I wasn't saying that we were in love, I was definitely feeling like I was crazy, intense into him and I couldn't have been happier.

The entire world was like our s.e.xual playground and it was so amazing. Even looking at things I'd seen my whole life made me think different s.e.xually. I looked at the playground at the park I'd played on as a child and thought, man, I'd like to rock Salvatore's world on that swinging bridge. It was ridiculous...awesomely ridiculous.

With the impending merger, more of Dad's talk had turned to business at the supper table and he and mom were going to be leaving for a week in Italy in just a week and be back before Salvatore was set to return (something we'd agreed not to talk about.) We'd listen, share ideas, and try to get a grasp on my dad's way of doing business compared to the things that I may do. I knew that Salvatore was still unsure if the family business was the right choice for him, but he was definitely keeping the option open. I wondered what it would be like to work with your partner day in and day out like my parents had. They'd handled it beautifully, being absolutely complimentary to each other in every way. Then my thoughts would freeze: I was talking like I'd be with Salvatore for the rest of my life. I had to get my head out of the clouds and realize that a beautiful s.e.xual relationship combined with a strong friendship didn't mean we were marriage material.

"Taylor," Salvatore said.

"I'm sorry, what?" I asked. I'd clearly drifted off into my sporadic thoughts about all things Salvatore and had faded out of the conversation.

"I am having some problems with a part of my English cla.s.s and I was wondering if you could tutor me tonight? If you're not too busy, that is."

"Sure, no problem," I said, automatically getting back to the present and jumping toward the future. The word tutor was code for "I want it now."

"Wonderful," Salvatore said. "I'll clean up the dishes now. Meet me in an hour?"

"That would be great, but I'll clean up the dishes. Cooking is more than enough." I smiled at him softly, barely able to look him in the eyes for fear of revealing too much.

"Okay, thank you."

"Thanks for the great meal. You did it once again, Salvatore," my dad said.

"Your welcome, Mr. First."

Then Salvatore was gone and I caught a curious glance between my parents. My mom looked at me and asked, "So, we haven't seen Chase around lately. We're not keeping you from him with all the requests for Salvatore's time, are we? I know what a big summer this is for you two."

"No, not at all, he's so busy with things happening in DC. It's just been harder to spend time with each other. That should mellow out soon enough."

"Well, okay then," Mom said. She moved over to me and extended her hand out. "You know that your father and I would support you with anything, right? Help in any way we can."

"Yes, I know you two are always there for me and I am okay. All couples are busy, right?"

"I suppose," she said.

I glanced over at Dad and he was looking at me and then looking down at his knife, picking at it like he was trying to get a piece of dirt off of it. He was not as comfortable in conversations that involved matters of the heart, and that included his heart after his heart attack.

"Well, I'd better pick up the dishes. I have a few other things to do before I tutor Salvatore tonight," I said.

"Well enough," Mom said. She kept looking at me and she had a knowing smile on her face.

OMG! Does she suspect what's going on with Salvatore? There was no way...she just couldn't.

After picking up, I went to my room and took a quick shower and put on some Pink shorts, my bra and panties, and a t-shirt. Then I slid on my flip flops and made my way out to the guest house, where I couldn't see Salvatore from any of the many windows that were on the front of it. All the shades were drawn.

I walked over to the door and walked in, smiling at all the lit candles I saw and looking around for Salvatore.

"Where are you?"

"You'll have to guess," I heard him reply.

I smiled, knowing that his voice was coming from the bedroom. I walked in there and saw him in there. There were a dozen red roses in the corner of the room and candles were lit, radiating a soft glow that shimmered off his s.e.xy body. He was only wearing his boxers and I could tell he'd just showered, too.

"This is beautiful," I said. "You certainly treat your tutors well."

"Only the ones that treat me as good as you do," he said.

"Lucky me."

I didn't waste a second and I slowly peeled off the clothes I'd just put on, leaving me standing there naked in the candlelight and staring longingly at Salvatore.

"Yes, lucky you," he said, licking his lips. Then he walked up to me and surprised me by clanking something cold onto my wrist and I looked down. It was a handcuff.

"I think my hot, Italian lover is feeling kinky tonight," I said.

"I must make sure you don't try to ditch out early on my lessons," he said. He guided me over to the wrought iron bed in the room and I laid down on the mattress willingly, extending my body out and he slowly lifted my cuffed arm over my head and attached it to the bed.

Salvatore stood up and said, "You wait here." He gave me a wicked grin.

"Really funny," I said, looking at him to see where he was going. He didn't come back into the room for about a minute, but when he did he had a box with a lid on it in his hands.

He lifted off the lid and I raised my head, trying to see what was in there. "Don't be so impatient," he reprimanded.

I stopped trying after that and he turned around, holding an emerald green silk scarf in his hands. He came to me and crawled on top of me, straddling me and looking down.

"Let me take one last look at those beautiful eyes before I cover them," he said, caressing my cheek and leaning in as close as he could to me.

I stared at him, showing that I trusted him completely and then there was darkness. He placed the blindfold over my eyes and I lifted my head slight so he could tie it behind me. Then he got up again and everything was so silent that I had no idea if he was still in the room or not.

"Salvatore?" I called out. I was so excited and just the antic.i.p.ation of knowing that something really interesting was about to happen made me already feel aroused, despite having no sensation other than the chilliness of handcuffs and the softness of a silk scarf to base it off of.

"Yes," he whispered. "I was just watching you, staring at your beautiful body. It's the most gorgeous piece of art I've ever seen."

"Thank..."

He didn't let me finish and shushed me by pressing a finger gently on my lips.

I heard something swishing around in a cup and I listened closely, trying to figure out what it may be. I soon found out.

Salvatore's lips and mouth covered my one breast, kissing it pa.s.sionately and it was so cold. The feeling of ice chips melting from the heat of his mouth...the heat of the moment...overtook me. A trail of goose pimples traveled down my torso and didn't stop until they reached my heated loins. Salvatore didn't stop either, masterfully playing with my body incorporating ice chips and giving me such contradicting sensations. One minute I'd be so cold and the next minute I'd feel so overheated that I wanted the ice back on my body again.

Every time I tried to touch Salvatore with my one free hand he'd gently hold it back, making sure that I did nothing, but enjoy the sensations he wanted to deliver to me.

I don't even know how it happened, but I realized that Salvatore's bottoms were off because I could feel his hard c.o.c.k pressing against my thigh as he kissed and tantalized every inch of my exposed flesh. He'd go close to my loins and then back away, depriving me of the feel of his tongue upon them. I ached for him so badly and when I'd voice my disapproval or groan from the agony of not having him his finger always came up to my mouth and gently pressed against it.

Finally I reached the point where I'd had enough and I began to beg. "Please take me, Salvatore. Please. I can't stand it...I need to feel you."

He said nothing and my voice got softer. I repeated, "Please."

That's when he fulfilled my request. His soft, full lips pressed down against mine and he began to kiss me as he leaned over me, sliding deep inside of me with a forceful thrust as he continued to kiss my face pa.s.sionately. I could feel his lips travel to the place where my eyes were under the blindfold, making my eyelids tingle as if he was kissing them directly. Not a single nerve ending in my body was lazy-everyone was active and at full alert, eager to see what was going to happen next and desperate to calm my aching desire to have an o.r.g.a.s.m.

I began to shudder, my back arched and exploding with all the velocity of a rocket launching into s.p.a.ce. I couldn't stop my o.r.g.a.s.ms from coming...one right after the other...multiple o.r.g.a.s.ms and Salvatore didn't stop, making sure each one had his full attention and he pumped and pumped. Nothing was stopping him and he was consumed with pleasing me and making my body convulse at his command.

Then the heat intensified between my legs and I knew that he'd exploded inside of me. It felt so good and I was so utterly exhausted, as well as still aroused. Salvatore pressed his body down on top of mine and slowly kissed me before sliding off to the side and gently raising the blindfold from my eyes.

He was looking at me so intensely and had such a soft smile on his face. I blinked to adapt to the light and realized that I must have been squeezing my eyes shut from the intensity of my o.r.g.a.s.ms.

"What just happened here?"

"I don't know, but the one who could write it down in words would be a most talented person," Salvatore said.

"That was so incredible."

"Just wanted to try something adventurous on you like you did with me earlier. I haven't been able to get your s.e.xy image out of my mind. It was rather distracting during supper. I had to sit there a long time before getting up because I found myself getting a hard-on."

I began laughing. "That would have been some sight to see-you getting up from my parent's table with a very aroused c.o.c.k."

"Definitely not good. Your father would probably chase me around the block," Salvatore said and he started laughing. I did, too. That was some visual to imagine.

After Salvatore took the cuff off my wrist we just laid there on the bed, talking and laughing...thinking about when my parents would be gone for that week. Almost every place under the roof of my home would be fair game then.

We drifted off to sleep and I woke up, confused by where I was and seeing Salvatore's arm wrapped protectively over the top of me, and I glanced over at the clock. Holy cow! It was 3 a.m. How was I going to explain that?

I slid out from Salvatore's arm and grabbed my clothes, gently blowing out all the candles in the room that were still lit as I left. Once I was in the living room I got dressed and snuck back into the house.

Quietly creeping into my room, I closed the door and popped down onto my bed. I was so amazingly happy that I couldn't even believe it. This summer romance, or whatever it was, was nothing short of phenomenal. Now that we'd broken the barrier, Salvatore and I couldn't get enough of each other and honestly, I couldn't imagine having what I was feeling-s.e.xual or more-yanked away from me. It'd be more painful than pulling off a hundred band-aids at one time.

Chapter 17.

Keeping what Salvatore and I had going a secret was not easy. I was so drawn to him and always thinking about the way he made me feel and how my body responded to him. I felt certain that my l.u.s.t was written all over my face, making it impossible to be as sneaky as I thought I was. Please, if ever there was a time I'd been wrong, I'd prayed that was it. It would be too hard to explain with no one knowing that Chase and I had broken up, plus the fact that Salvatore was still in high school despite being eighteen and more mature than most of my friends my age.

"I can't believe how much you've spoiled me with my parents gone this week," I said, rolling to my side and casually draping my leg over Salvatore's chest.

"It's hard not to spoil you when I see that expression you get on your face when you are having an o.r.g.a.s.m for me. It's so beautiful, so exotic."

"I don't know if I like it that you're watching me," I protested.

"Then you shouldn't make yourself so irresistible, Taylor. I can't keep my eyes off of you whenever you're around."

"Well, it's unfortunate that you have cla.s.ses today and I have to go to the office. You'll just have to remember what I look like," I said, leaning over and kissing Salvatore gently and then diving in with my fingers on his waist, which was surprisingly ticklish, therefore irresistible to me.

Salvatore retaliated and began to tickle my kneecaps, which were so sensitive that my legs began to flail and I accidentally knocked over a lamp. "Oops," I said, still laughing.

"You'll have to pay for that," Salvatore said, propping up on his elbow and looking serious.

"And how will I do that?" I asked.

"You shall find out tonight," he said. "Now, be gone with you. I must get ready for my day and I can't have you distracting me or I might fail my test. That would be a first for me and I'm not interested in that type of first with you if you know what I mean."

"I know exactly what you mean, sir," I said. I jumped up and saluted him, giving him a sa.s.sy shimmy with my hips and walked over to my clothes to put them on so I could get back to the house.

"What time will you be home?" Salvatore asked.