Dial a Stud: Dante's Story (38 page)

“Faster, harder, rub my clit.” I urged him, my hands shifting restlessly through his hair, tugging at the wet strands.

“You are greedy aren’t you? I can feel you getting tight around me. That sweet little cunt of yours is so demanding.” He gave a rolling action, of his hips, that was enough to send my head back, against the tiles, from the feel of it. “Very well, I shall give you what you want, what you need.”

He slowed right down, barely moving in me now, and I groaned with frustration. He was going to drive me crazy, obviously.

“No, you’re going too slowly.” I growled, yanking hard on his hair, hearing his hiss of pain. “Fuck me.” I demanded, tugging even harder on the long strands.

“You’re a wild one, aren’t you? Stop doing that, or I will not give you what you want.” He said, still thrusting so slowly, each move incredibly shallow. He was trying to kill me; death by denied orgasm? Was there such a thing? If he continued doing what he was doing, I’d soon find out.

“Please.” I nearly sobbed, my emotions suddenly scattered, as I struggled with the build-up of passion inside me, and my denied release. “Dante, please, let me come.”

“Is this what you want?” His voice was softer, gentle and it nearly brought me undone. When he suddenly slammed into me, I cried out, as he plunged so deep, it bordered on painful.

“Yes, yes.” I cried, my cries turning to shrieks, when he did it again. Digging his fingers into my ass even harder, to keep me steady, he thrust again, and again, his movements violent, forceful. Each thrust, squeezed a gasp from my lips, each thrust, made him grind against, my already painfully sensitive clit.

He was giving me what I’d asked for, hard, brutally hard, while, gradually moving faster and faster.

In no time, I was on the edge, about to come, almost fearful of doing so, because I could tell, with all the agonising build up, to get me to this point, it was going to be intense, wildly so.

Dante’s pace picked up even more, until he was pounding so hard into me, I could do little but hang on, and brace for impact, or in this case, my orgasm. When it finally crashed through me, I screamed, the sound echoing around the bathroom. My hands clutched at his hair, his shoulders, digging in, as my body shook violently, my inner muscles clenching around his cock, as wave after wave of pleasure, rolled through me.

Amazingly, I heard Dante shout out, his body bucking, just before he began to come again, his breathing so loud and tortured in my ear, where his lips were pressed to me.

“Oh god cara. How do you do this to me? I love you so much. You own me, possess me, and now you have left me as weak as a newborn kitten. I can’t hold us.” I heard his huskily spoken words, but they really only registered, when I realised he was shaking badly.

“Dante, are you ok?” I asked, my fingers dancing over one cheek, until he lifted his head to look at me.

“I’m fine but I need to sit for a moment.” The words had barely passed his lips, and suddenly we were moving, sinking to the floor of the shower, the water streaming down over us, as we sat, still in one another’s arms, still with his cock inside me.

I wasn’t sure how long we sat, wrapped in one another’s arms, as the water cascaded over us. It was me though, who finally stirred, moving off his lap and scrambling, none too gracefully to my feet.

“I’m pruning.” I thrust my hands in his face. “We’ve probably almost used up all the hot water. In fact, how come the hot water’s lasted so long?”

“It’s an instant hot water heater cara. It heats it, as the water flows.” He dragged himself up onto his knees, his arms closing around my thighs, holding me tightly.

His action nearly unbalanced me, forcing me to grab his shoulders, to stay upright.

He raised his eyes to mine, and my heart skipped, at the look in his. “I love you Grace. Don’t leave me. I fear my heart would not survive that.”

His words momentarily, caused my knees to buckle. God, he knew. In some small way, he’d worked out, that I was considering leaving him.

“I can’t promise you that.” I whispered. “No one can guarantee anything in life. Everything is uncertain. Nothing is for sure.”

I watched the pain flash across his face. “I can promise you, that I will never leave you. Finding you, having you back in my life, means too much to me. I will never be the one to walk away.” He said quietly, before pressing his lips to my stomach. “I wish you could do the same.”

I stared helplessly down into his beautiful face. I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t give him the reassurance he so desperately needed. I was confused and overwhelmed. It might be just him and I, right here, right now, but he had a whole new, big world, beyond that door. I didn’t fit in with that. I knew it. Down deep inside, I knew it.

“I love you Dante.” I said quietly. That was true. I would always love him. He was going to be my one great, true love. The one I looked back on in years to come, and possibly had doubts over. Where I would wonder what life would have been like, had we stayed together. “Please get up. Let’s get out of here before we stay wrinkled up forever.” I smiled at him.

It was time to pull my head out of my ass, and simply enjoy the rest of my time in Italy. I needed to stop thinking about how all this, belonged to him, and focus on this being a holiday. We only had four more days here, before we flew home.

As it turned out, Dante was involved in discussions with a couple of potential buyers. I worried about him selling, because it was obvious to anyone, how much he loved it here. Still, the thought of flying home without him, somehow made it easier, for me to think about whether we had a future, or I did what my every instinct was telling me to do, and ran like hell. Being around him; clouded my judgement. The man was sensual and visual overload after all. I needed that time without him, to way up the pros and cons of whether I should stay with him, or not.

For the rest of the time in Italy, I pretended to be the life of the party. By day, Dante showed us his world. We went horse riding for a couple of hours one day, since, his property came complete with its own stables, and horses; that tourists could hire, to explore the vast estate.

We hired mopeds and rode around some of the beautiful country roads, taking in the scenery. I took dozens upon dozens of photos of us all, plus a lot of Dante in various poses. I wanted as many reminders of him as I could get; to help me through those long lonely nights.

On our second to last day, Dante drove us into Florence to show us around. We wandered around the Boboli Gardens, looking at sculptures that dated back to the 16
th
and 18
th
centuries. It was mind blowing to see things that old, that had survived centuries.

I think it was Dante’s goal to get us to see as much of his country as possible before we had to go home.

We saw the Piazza Della Signoria, the Palazzo Pitti, the incredibly old and beautiful Catholic Church, Basilica of Santa Croce.

We were taken to see the very famous statue of David by Michelangelo. I stared at in wonder. I’d heard so much of it. It was an extremely well known sculpture, but to stand before it, seeing it in the flesh, his very naked flesh too, left me gaping at it, in wonder.

As I stared at the statue, Dante came up behind me, his arms slipping around my waist. Instantly my nostrils were filled with his scent, and my body felt the warmth of his, behind mine.

“Are you staring at his cock?” He asked; his lips against my ear, so only I would hear.

I snorted; a sound that was far from ladylike. “At that little thing, are you serious? Now why would I want to look at that, when I know what’s behind that zip of yours?”

I smiled up at him, while reaching out subtly behind me, to squeeze him gently, through his rust coloured chinos. He wore a white t-shirt, cream cable knit sweater, and grey Vans plimsolls on his feet. With his darkly tinted sunglasses, a gold chunky chain around his neck, and a matching bracelet around one wrist, not to mention his gold and silver Rolex watch, he looked every bit the gorgeous, sexy, Italian stud. Still, looking at his jewellery now, with my far more critical eye, I realised, his looks had dazzled me so much, I’d failed to have it register, just how expensive it all was. Of course he could afford it though; holy hell, but could he afford it.

Dante grabbed my wandering hand, raising it to his lips, when he bent forward, over my shoulder, to kiss my fingers. “Don’t handle the merchandise when we’re in public like this cara. I don’t wish to become aroused while staring at David and his…shall we say…inadequacies? You know, I can’t get enough of you now. I don’t know what it is, whether it’s the Tuscan altitude, the cooler weather, or maybe it’s simply because the woman I love, is in the country I love, experiencing all its delights, with me.”

I smiled up at him, at the sweetness of his words. God he was a beautiful man, and I loved him so desperately. How was I ever going to walk away from him?

He frowned at me, his fingers, capturing my chin, to hold my face up so he could study me. “I see the shadow in your eyes still. There is something, a flash of something in them, and it troubles me Grace. I wish you would speak to me. Let me help ease, whatever it is that plagues your thoughts and dreams.”

My heart gave a little skip at his words. “Do I talk in my sleep?” I asked, suddenly worrying about what I might be revealing, when I had no control over what I did or said.

“Nothing I can understand. You just seem restless, disturbed, as if something is playing on your mind.” He said, and I relaxed.  “Come on, let’s head back. It’s been a long day.”

The following day, we got a tour of the vineyard. Not the house, and surrounding buildings so much this time, but the acres of grape vines, the olive tree plantations, and a couple of buildings, that were massive. One appeared to be a distribution area. There were numerous boxes, flattened, ready for assembly.

I could see different names on them, and realised they were the boxes, for the various wines, to be packaged into.

Another area was a factory with the wines bottles worming their way along on various conveyor belts. There were machines to bottle, machines to label. It was quite a process, this whole wine making, obviously.

Dante moved on to a network of rooms, some filled with a dizzying number, of huge stainless steel vats. They appeared to be all different sizes, which apparently varied, depending on the wine, fermenting in them.

I stared up at them, vats that towered over us, and all I could think was, ‘holy hell.’ The quantities of wine produced in his vineyard, had to be enormous. 

I didn’t get too long to think about it though, before we were ushered through a doorway, and led down stairs into a maze of large rooms, underground. There were rooms with rows of huge wooden barrels, and Dante explained, that depending on the kind of wine being produced, depended on what it was left to ferment in. His vineyard commonly produced Chardonnay and Sauvignon in the barrels.

Listening to him talk so passionately, and with such knowledge of wines; to see how animated he was, made me realise, just how much he loved this place, how much the vineyard meant to him. This was where he should be, here in Italy, not Australia.

Once he’d shown us around the winery, after we’d been to the tasting room. and sampled some of the best from Bartolone Vigneto, Dante took us out for a few hours, to look around Tuscany. It was stunning. Rolling hills, acres and acres of grape vines, from all the vineyards, narrow winding roads, beautiful old stone houses. It truly was a visual feast.

By the time we headed back to the vineyard, I was exhausted. I didn’t even have the energy to make love with Dante, and instead fell into bed, sleep claiming me, almost before my head, had hit the pillow.

Chapter Twenty Six

The following evening, we all gathered in the living room, relaxing. It had been a hectic few days, but this was our last evening in Italy. Tomorrow, Mel, Alex and I flew home. Dante would be staying here, to deal with whatever he had going on, with the parties interested in the vineyard.

Mel and I were sampling some of the best, Dante’s vineyard had to offer, both feeling a nice little glow, setting in from our wine. As we drank and giggled, we blatantly ogled, the two men in the room, as they played pool.

It was nice, because the alcohol helped to dull the depressing thoughts, I’d secretly carried around. The painful and stark reality, that much as I loved Dante, I had to let him go. For so many reasons, I wasn’t worthy of someone like him.

“You know, when we get home Gracie, you’re going to tell me what the hell is going on with you.” She hissed at me. I opened my mouth to deny there was anything, but she was quicker than me. “Don’t you dare tell me it’s nothing; because I know, you. You haven’t been yourself, and I know Dante senses there is something wrong. Have you told him everything about you?”

I shook my head, my eyes darting to him, to see if he’d noticed the more serious turn, in the conversation between Mel and me, but he was still deeply involved in the game with Alex.

My eyes drifted over Dante, as he bent over the pool table, that delectable, tight ass of his, showcased beautifully, in a fitted pair of black chinos. He’d kicked off his shoes and was barefoot, but watching the muscles shifting under his crisp, white shirt, made me wish he’d throw it off too. He was halfway there. He’d unbuttoned it, so it hung open, driving me crazy, with flashes of his muscled chest, and rock hard abs, when he moved around, the pool table.