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, smooth strands of snowy white hair were grasped in my fist, my jaw clenched to the point of pain as she bounced up and down on my cock.

"That's it baby, ride my cock. I want your first orgasm to be right as those wheels lift off the ground, so you better hurry up."

"Killian, shhh! Someone will hear you!" Leah stopped her slow grind on my pelvis as the plane taxied down the runway.

"Leah, this is a private plane. The pilot and stewardess are in the closed cockpit. No one is going to hear."

I smacked her ass, which got her moving again, her pussy clenching around me like a vise.

She was straddling my lap, her tan pencil skirt bunched around her thighs. My trousers were thrown open, my belt somewhere around my knees. Her legs squeaked against the leather of the plane seat as she moved up and down my shaft, throwing her head back and groaning as she clamped me tighter and tighter.

This was a first for me too, joining the mile high club, and it was made infinitely sweeter by the fact that it was Leah half naked and writhing against my body.

The plane gained speed, zooming down the concrete strip as Leah began to cry out. Her hissed "yes" rang out just as we lifted from the tarmac. It caused her to lurch forward, the force with which drove her directly down onto my cock. Hard.

"Jesus fuck, Leah!" She ground against me, unable to hold her limp body up. "Put your arms on the table. Now."

She lazily leaned back, bracing the table in front of my seat. Her whole body was on display for me, those hard nipples, the color of raspberries, poking through her shirt. I grabbed her hips under her skirt and began moving her, sliding that sweet, wet pussy up and down my cock. I was using her body just liked she'd used mine, jacking myself into her tight walls.

"Fuck..." My climax was slow, but gripped me by the balls and didn't let go until I was shaking and my come was leaking down my cock after shooting up inside of her.

She collapsed onto me, where we stayed until we heard movement in the cockpit. I stroked her hair, kissed her eyelids, whispered soft, nonsensical things into her ear.

"We should clean up, love. They'll be bringing food out soon."

She whined but nodded, climbing off my lap which was now sticky but satisfied.

"Wow." Leah dropped back into her seat after cleaning up in the bathroom. "That was..."

"Amazing? I know. I'm a sex god, what can I say?"

She hit me gently, snuggling in as the stewardess came out of the cockpit to make us lunch.

"So tell me more about Florence." Her voice was a mixture of awe and excitement.

I was taking her with me to our Champions League match against ACF Forenza, an Italian team in the Serie A league. Not only would she be learning about international public relations, but I'd have the chance to take her around one of my favorite cities on earth.

"Florence is just...different than any place on earth. You'll see. And we'll have the house all to ourselves, the whole weekend."

I winked at her, looking forward to getting away from the hustle and bustle of London. In Florence, it felt more peaceful, like there just weren't as many people around to please.

"And we'll be staying at your house? Really, Killian, how many homes do you have?"

I thought about it. "Well, I have a small cottage in the Canary Islands, an apartment in France, my house in Florence, the apartment in London. And I think that's it. Oh shit wait, I do have some property in Los Angeles and Sydney as well."

She rolled her eyes. "Oh that's all?"

Leah began rifling through her leather work bag, and came up with a folder. "Okay, so when we touch down you have a presser at the stadium with the other Windingham players, and then you have a party to appear at for that Italian designer who made your suit for the BAFTAs last year. And then..."

I reached across the seat, took the sheet she was trying to memorize, and ripped it in half. Leah looked like she was about to have a coronary as her green eyes took on a violent hue.

"Killian! I needed that. What the fuck?"

I kind of liked it when she cursed. "I'm not going to that shit, Leah. I came here to play a match and vacation with my girlfriend."

"Well, I also came here to do my job!"

We stared at each other, annoyance hanging in the air.

"You frustrate the bloody hell out of me, you know that?" I broke first, taking her small hand in mine.

"It wouldn't happen half as much if you weren't so stubborn."

“Look who’s talking.” I grumbled as the stewardess set steaming plates of chicken and rice down in front of us.

“I really like you, Killian. But don’t forget, I’m not a punching bag or a doormat. I’m a strong woman, who also happens to be your publicist. The fact that I’m your girlfriend doesn’t give you the opportunity to back out on engagements that I’m supposed to supervise you at.”

I smirked, giving in after her adorable speech. “Fine. But if I have to go, I demand a blowjob on the limo ride to each event. It’s the least my publicist can do.”

Leah sighed and shook her head, tucking into her food and choosing to ignore me.

The rest of the flight was relatively silent, with Leah looking out her window in awe as we descended closer towards Italy. I couldn’t wait to get her to my house. On the outskirts of Florence, bordering a winery. It was private and secluded and I had this perfect fucking fantasy of sliding into her beneath the vines and grapes.

We made it through the landing, smooth by my standards but I had seen Leah gripping her seat as if it might eject her at any moment. My solution? Stick my tongue down her throat until she started moaning and forgot all about the giant tin can that was rushing at high speeds towards that cement runway.

After getting through the media mob in the airport, which threw relationship questions our way in English and Italian, we made it to the car. The media was still dogging us with questions, even after all of these months of us not confirming or denying, but just working together in a publicist-player relationship. It was actually quite maddening. For the second time in my life, I wished they would mind their own fucking business.

We made a quick pit stop at my villa, Leah being a brat and staying in the car as I rushed in to check on a few things.

"You could have come in with me." I sulked as I got back into the car.

"Then I would have been even more amazed than I am just staring at the outside, you would have given me a tour, clothes would have come off, yada yada yada. We have places to be."

I nodded to the driver to take off, and squeezed her hand on the seat between us.

"Even though you're a bloody slave driver, I'm still really glad you're here. And I can't wait for the yada yada."

We made off, zooming through Florence towards the stadium. Leah's beautiful mouth hung open the whole time, and she just kept saying, "And I thought London was beautiful."

I made the driver pull over, a quick pit stop I'd told the huffing Leah, at one of my favorite gelato stores. I came back with two cones, strawberry for me and stracciatella for her.

As we continued our journey to the stadium for the press conference, we licked our creamy treat, Leah making noises that were driving me crazy.

"I would have never pegged you as a strawberry ice cream kind of guy." She chuckled.

"First of all, this is not ice cream. It’s gelato. Jeez, you're so American. Second, I like all things pink. Although, this is definitely not as sweet as that gorgeous pink pussy of yours."

She nearly spit her gelato clear across the car as I just kept lapping at mine innocently.

Looking over, her fair skin had gone rosy and flushed, a few tendrils escaped from her updo and floated down, partially masking her olive eyes.

Yes, I was going to have a lot of fun with the yada yada yada tonight.

The rest of the day went pretty smoothly, with the Serie A presser and the event we attended that night. I only had two "Piss off" comments, which was less than usual, and Leah cleared them right up.

I just didn't care about any of it anymore. All I wanted to do was play the sport I loved and spend time with Leah. She'd come into my life and given it purpose again. A purpose I hadn't had since Eve died.

On the way back to the villa, we stopped to pick up dinner from Alle Murate, one of my favorite restaurants in all of Italy. I ordered the T-bone and the Chianina beef ragout, and our mouths were watering by the time we unpacked the takeout containers on the patio.

My villa overlooked Viali Vineyard and Winery, and I could literally walk off the edge of the raised Tuscan patio set in the back of my house and touch the vines.

Leah and I set the table to eat outside, and I ran down to my fully stocked wine cellar for a vintage Cabernet the owner of Viali gave me three years ago.

When I came back out, popping the cork as I walked, I was greeted by one of the most beautiful sights my eyes had ever taken in.

Leah stood on the edge of the raised patio, red brick stones under her bare feet. She'd changed into a white, flowing dress that now danced in the wind around her ankles. Her blonde hair, almost the same color as the dress, blew out behind and around her, caressing her neck the way my hands were dying to. She was like a picture, a priceless work of art that a genius painter had created in creams, roses and peaches. Against the setting sun and the acres of vines, she looked surreal.

I couldn't help but go to her. I set the bottle on the table and walked to where she was, grasping her by the waist and sinking my teeth into the fragile, slim crook of her neck. I tasted her pulse, which skittered as my teeth grazed it.

"You are the most beautiful thing to ever exist on this earth." I whispered into her ear as I ran my hands from her hips to ribs and back again over her dress.

Leah sighed, sinking back into me, letting me do whatever I bloody well pleased with her body.

"I have you to myself, in one of my favorite places on earth, for 36 hours. And yet all I want to do is strip you naked, feast on that glorious body and then fuck you so hard you won't even know what continent, let alone planet, you're on."

She let out a moan, trying to turn herself in my arms. I knew what she wanted, but I was going to play the asshole for a little. I let her struggle, using my bigger, stronger frame to pin her back to me, not allowing her to move.

"Killian..." She nearly growled.

I released her then and she whirled around, locking her hands in my hair as our mouths fused together. I tasted her, lapped at her tongue and lips until I was panting and she was practically grinding her hips against me.

"Stop taking advantage of me Miss Watson, I'm hungry."

I moved to the table and sat, primly dropping my napkin in my lap and pouring a glass of wine.

She hadn't moved from where we'd been attacking each other's faces. Her skin was flushed and her eyes looked glassy, and I could make out the round rosebuds of her nipples through her dress.

"Are you going to join me?"

I knew the grin on my face was a shit-eating one because Leah narrowed her eyes, shakily walking to her seat and loading her plate.

"You're such a tease, Ramsey. But I have a feeling this dinner is going to give me a foodgasm, so I don't really need your body after all."

A mix of laughter and anger surged through me. "Baby, let's not kid ourselves. You have never come harder than when my tongue or dick are in your body."

And with that I cut a piece of steak, popped it in my mouth and chewed satisfactorily while Leah blinked at me across the large stone table. Aces.

H
e was maddening
.

Killian polished off his fourth glass of Cabernet and leaned back in his chair. He patted his abs, which hadn't gained an inch even though he wolfed down the 20 ounce T-bone, and ran his big toe up and down my shin under the table.

He'd been teasing and playing the entire meal. With his foreplay, the orgasmic food and the bitter but refreshing wine, my head was swimming. I couldn't tell if I was so close to climax I couldn't breathe, if I was just full, or if the wine had started to make my body fuzzy. Or if it was all of the above.

By this point the moonlight washed everything on Killian's large stone patio in whites and grays, the vineyard looking like a magical forest laid at our feet.

Of course I'd planned to come to Italy one day, I just hadn't thought it would be so soon, or that my treatment in this country would be so five star. Or that it would be so unbelievably fucking beautiful.

But then again, Killian never did anything small or dull.

His house was a villa, but that was the wrong word for it. When you thought villa, you thought quaint little cottage in a woodsy area, perhaps some gardens and a small sitting area in the back. No, Killian's villa was almost a mansion by normal people's standards. Large, open rooms built of Tuscan stone boasted wide beams across their ceilings which raised to unearthly heights. The roof was that traditional red tile, and all of the furniture and appliances looked like they'd been pulled straight out of the movie
Under the Tuscan Sun
.

This place was like a fairytale with it’s sloping hills and vast lands, endless wineries and historic feel. It was more peaceful here, there was a calmness that I had never been able to achieve anywhere else.

Killian rose from the table, his lean, toned body moving like a sphinx over to my chair. He held out his hand, not saying a word, and I didn't hesitate to take it. There was nothing else in the world I'd rather do than take his hand at this moment.

He led me over to the steps at the back end of the patio, his bare feet gliding over the stones. I couldn't help but watch the way his gorgeous ass moved in the grey khakis he wore, the way his broad shoulders stretched the thin white cotton shirt covering them.

We walked out onto the grass, the mossy feel between my toes wet and a little springy. I only realized we were heading for the vineyard when Killian began to move through the rows, fingering the leaves and bunches of grapes hanging from them.

"Did you know that wine grapes taste different than table grapes?" He plucked one off and held it to my lips, signaling for me to bite. "They are sweeter, not as crisp as table grapes. They have more seeds and a thicker skin. They're very juicy."

I closed my mouth over his fingers and sucked the globe into my mouth, biting it and feeling the tangy sweet juice explode on my tongue. "Mmm..."

I sighed, feeling the alcohol, heat and sexual tension buzz like fireflies around my body.

Killian stuck a grape in his mouth and moved his hands to my body, fisting my long maxi dress in his hands and tugging until I was pressed up against him. He went for my lips, biting down on the grape at the very last second and infusing our kiss with the wild, fruity liquid. I felt it drip down both of our chins.

Killian pulled back. "Uh oh, someone has made a mess."

My dress had a big purple stain blooming right over my left breast, but before I could say anything, Killian was pulling it down. The elastic sat just under my cleavage, pushing my breasts up. My nipples went stiff in the open air, and I gasped as Killian tore another grape in half with his teeth.

Slowly, he rubbed the fruit around my left nipple, teasing my hard peak with the cold juice that began to leak down my body. He moved to the right and I groaned loudly, suddenly hoping there was no one around to watch us.

"Lay down on your back."

Killian's throaty rasp was not a request, but I wouldn't have treated it as one anyone. I was going to do whatever he told me.

My back hit the grass between the row of vines, the dew and dirt seeping through my dress and making me even dirtier. Killian pulled his shirt over his head with one hand, a move that had my clit pulsing hard.

He was an absolute god standing half naked in the moonlight. I almost couldn't breathe he was so overwhelming.

He sank to his knees in front of me, bunching my dress up around my waist, pulling my underwear down and off and then pulling another bunch of grapes off the vine. He bit into another, tearing it in half with his teeth while he stared into my eyes. I flushed with heat and desire thinking about him doing that to my body.

He ran the flat end of the grape up the inside of my right thigh, stopping right before the place I desperately needed him. Then he bent, sucking the bloody purple streak off my body as I moaned under his attention. Killian repeated the process on the right leg, and before I could beg him to lick, touch me, do anything, his tongue dove between my folds and sucked hard.

I saw stars, my body bucking up off the ground as I was hit with a tsunami like orgasm. Sounds rang in my ears and I realized as I came down that they were coming from me.

Killian rose, shedding his pants and boxers so fast I thought he'd break the sound barrier.

"Take your dress off."

I wriggled on the ground, whipping it over my head as he came down between my thighs. We stared at each other as he pushed in, so slowly that I could feel each and every vein running under his thick cock.

My skin was sticky from the juice, the grass, his mouth...and as he came down on top of me I could feel his heart beating so fast that I thought he might have a heart attack. He silenced me before I could talk, running his lips lazily over mine as he pulled out once and pushed fully back in one stroke.

We groaned together, our lips sticky and sweet as they pulled at each other.

Killian moved his attention to my neck, biting the lobe the way that made my entire core clench. He still hadn't moved again and my insides felt like they were burning I needed to come so badly.

"Please..."

He lifted his head, his eyes, the color of the deep purple grapes, twinkling in the moonlight. "What do you need, baby?"

"I need it hard." I croaked.

He grinned but I could see the control he had was slipping fast. "Your wish is my command."

He took my hands, pinning them above my head in the damp grass. And then he started to move.

His thrusts shook me so violently that I knew I would have grass burns on my back for weeks. But I could care less. He was pounding into me ferociously, the fireball building low in my core expanding to a ball of magma.

"I'm. So. Close. Come. With. Me." I saw the intensity in Killian's eyes as he snarled at me.

One last punishing thrust and we were demolished, the fragments of pleasure licking at every inch of my body, flowing through my veins in a delicious burn.

Killian was panting and cursing as the last of his release wracked him.

He fell to the side, pulling me with him so that my thigh draped over his legs and his cock still twitched inside of me.

We didn't talk for a while. Only stared up at the moon under those beautiful, sweet vines and molded until we were so entangled that I didn't know when I ended and he began.