Page 89 of Winter
“When will you be back?” Raffaelo waited for them to draw apart before asking.
Tommaso rubbed a hand through his hair.
“I think tomorrow night, but could be longer. You’ll be okay?”
Raffaelo grinned. “Of course. Look, call us when you get in.”
“I will.”
Raffaelo and Incawalked through the streets of the city before finding another café to sit in. Inca looked around it. “You know, I do miss running the teahouse,” she said quietly. “I used to love the social aspect more than anything, but also the smell of the teas, the organization. I miss working.”
Raffaelo stroked his hand down her cheek. “You know, we could always open a teahouse here. I’m tired of running clubs— I’m about fifteen years too old to be in them, for one thing. Maybe we could open a chain.”
Inca smiled. “Ambitious.”
Raffaelo grinned. “Okay, so I took the idea and ran with it. How about, then, we just open one? Totally your baby.”
“I do have the money from the Sakura.”
“No,” he said. “That’s your nest egg. Let me finance it.”
Inca pondered. “Halves?”
Raffaelo rolled his eyes. “Fine. Let me just …”
He trailed off, suddenly staring over the other side of the small square. Inca followed his vision. “What is it?”
Raffaelo’s eyes raked the street then he shook his head. “No, sorry. I just thought I saw someone.”
“Who?”
“It doesn’t matter. Sorry, anyway, yes. So we’ll go scout some locations around the city … in fact, why don’t we do that now?”
He seemed in a hurry to move, and Inca didn’t question him. They strolled hand-in-hand, trying to spot empty storefronts or other suitable locations, but by the time they ate dinner at a local eatery, Inca felt tired, just wanting to go back to the villa.
She took a long soak as Raffaelo caught up with some business calls. She was just drying herself when he came into the bathroom and stopped, his eyes soft on hers.
“So beautiful,” he said simply, and she went into his arms, feeling his hands roaming over her bare skin.
Tonight would be the first time since they had been a threesome that Raffaelo and Inca would spend the night alone and she knew he was as excited as she was. She reached down to cup his cock through his pants. Already she could feel how swollen and hot it was.
“Put that inside me, Raffaelo Winter,” she whispered and, with a growl, he carried her to the bed, shedding his own clothes quickly. His cock stood proud and thick against his belly as he covered her body with his own. Inca stroked his face.
“What do you want to do to me, Raffaelo?”
“Everything,” he groaned, gathering her to him. His lips were rough against hers, his cock already nudging at the entrance to her cunt as he thrust inside her, not able to prolong his desire anymore.
Inca took him in, her nails digging into his buttocks, urging him deeper, her gaze fixed on his. “Fuck me hard, Raff,” she gasped, and he obeyed, slamming his hips into hers, stretching her legs wider. His mouth clamped onto her shoulder, his teeth biting down, causing pain, but she cried out, begging him not to stop as they fucked.
Animal instincts took them over; Raffaelo, keeping his focus on her, reached into the nightstand and pulled out one of the dildos they used, sliding it into her ass as his cock reamed her vagina mercilessly. She clawed at his back and bit his lower lip with her teeth, drawing blood. It was as if they wanted to merge and sink into the other, however painful it might be.
They came quickly, then Raffaelo tugged her to the floor, grabbing a silk tie and binding her hands behind her back. He pressed her legs apart and clamped his mouth over her sex, his tongue hungrily seeking her clit, before plunging deep into her cunt. Unable to touch him, Inca moaned and wriggled with pleasure; his hands roamed over her belly; his thumb fucked her navel in rhythm with his tongue in her cunt.
Raffaelo felt like a man possessed. Not giving her the chance to recover between orgasms, he flipped her onto her stomach and thrust into her ass, fucking her hard until she cried out with pain and pleasure. He felt animal, feral in his desire, his desperation for her limitless. And when his cock slammed back into her cunt, he felt himself explode inside her, his thick cum shooting deep into her belly.
“God,Inca …Jesus…” Raffaelo collapsed on top of her, freeing her hands. Inca’s body was undulating with her breathlessness, but she grinned at him.
“Raff … have you ever fucked in public? Or at least somewhere where you might get caught?”
