An Italian Affair Page 3

  “You look beautiful,” he says immediately, sporting his usual smile. “I will come if you want me to. Is it okay with your husband?”

  “Yes, he’s fine with it. He’ll be so busy that he probably won’t even notice that you’re here.”

  “That’s good,” he laughs. “I should probably go and get myself ready, then. Is that okay? I think that I have made lots of progress today. One more day and it should be done, I think.”

  “Great,” I say as convincingly as possible, trying to hide my desperation for him to stay longer. “Yes, it will be starting in around half an hour, I think.”

  “See you then,” he says, swinging the shovel over his shoulder and half-jogging across the grass.

  Within half an hour, the garden is packed with middle aged women and men wearing expensive dresses and suits and drinking lots of expensive champagne that we can barely afford to give them. But David brushes off my concerns, telling me that it’s “all about the image” and that the connections he makes from this party will pay off all of the costs of the champagne and more.

  I stand around making small talk with the neighbours until someone taps me on the shoulder. I turn around expecting to see David, but I am delightfully surprised to find Matteo smiling at me. He looks completely different to usual — he’s wearing a smart black suit and tie, his usually tousled flaxen hair is slicked back, and his usual slightly musky scent has been replaced with the faint smell of cologne.

  “You scrub up well,” I say, abandoning my meaningless conversation with the neighbours and turning to him.

  “Thank you,” he laughs. “You look pretty beautiful, yourself.”

  “Can I get you anything? Champagne?” Somehow I’m not sure that David would approve of sharing the expensive champagne with our gardener, but Matteo politely declines anyway.

  “No thanks, I’m not so keen on the stuff.”

  I nod in agreement and we stand there in silence for a few moments, drinking in the atmosphere and tuning into random conversations. Part of me thinks that I should be with David — after all, I am his wife. Surely I should be latched on to his arm while he walks around introducing me to these people. But another part of me just wants to latch onto Matteo’s arm and run away with him instead.

  A couple of hours have passed, and everyone is crowded around the buffet tables. David is nowhere to be seen. The garden itself is very big — bigger than the house itself — so Matteo decides to take me for a stroll so I can look at what he’s done so far.

  “Wow, you’ve made so much progress,” I say as we slide through the bushes so we’re out of view of the rest of the party. And I really am amazed — in only two days he has managed to completely transform the entire garden.

  “This part is my favourite,” he says, taking my hand. My fingers tingle at his touch, and the static seems to shoot up my entire arm. He leads me further into the garden until we’re almost at the very bottom, and points to a red rose bush. “It was overgrown with weeds, but I think I managed to save it.”

  “I didn’t even realise this was here.”

  “It was very well hidden,” he says, squeezing my fingers slightly. “Do you like roses?”

  “Of course, they’re my favourite.”

  He smiles and reaches his arm out, plucking one of the red velvety flowers from between the thorns with ease. “Here you go.” I hold out my hand to accept it, but he reaches up slightly and plants it in my hair, holding it in place with my thick curls. “A beautiful flower for a beautiful lady.”

  I can feel myself blushing as he smiles at me with those eyes, and before I know what’s going on I’m standing on my toes, my hands on his shoulders and my face leaning forward, searching for his lips.

  His kiss is soft and sensual, and the butterflies return to my stomach as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me forward.

  I pull back a little. “If he catches you,” but his lips are pressed against mine again before I can finish my sentence.

  “It’s worth the risk.” The certainty in his voice calms me and I relax in his arms, giving him full permission to caress me.

  His kisses get stronger, more passionate as the seconds tick by, and before I know it I he’s lifting me up, pulling me closer to his warm body. My eyes are closed, all of my other senses awry under his touch, but I can feel myself swaying slightly in his arms as he carries me. When I open my eyes again we’re at the very bottom of the garden, sitting on a stone boulder that I didn’t even know existed.

  “I thought you’d like this,” he mumbles into my mouth. “It’s like your own private space, you can sit here when you need some time alone.”

  “It’s lovely,” I say, wrapping my arms tighter around his neck. “But I don’t want to be alone, I want to be with you.” It’s as if I’m not even in control of my own words any more, and even I’m shocked as I hear them leave my lips.

  I can feel Matteo’s hands moving behind me, followed by a slight breeze on my back as he slowly begins to undo the zipper of my dress. “I don’t think your husband would approve of that.”

  “I don’t care,” I whisper, my hands shaking as I fumble with the buttons on his shirt. “I don’t want my husband, either. I just want you.”

  He yanks my zipper the rest of the way down and pulls my arms out of my dress, exposing my bra. It doesn’t take me long to undo the rest of his buttons, and he immediately presses his skin against mine as I peel away his shirt. “Come with me, then.”

  I stop kissing him. “Go with you?”

  His hands move to my breasts, squeezing them through my bra. His eyes are wild as he looks at me, his breaths rapid and shallow. “Yes. I’ll take care of you better than he ever could.”

  “Where are you going to?” My hands move to undo the button on his jeans, and he raises his hips slightly so I can slide them off.

  “Italy.” He moves my hand so I can feel his erection.

  Italy? My heart begins to pump even faster. I’m unsure if it’s just my raging hormones messing with my head — actually, I’m fairly certain that it’s just my hormones — but right now, there is nothing that I’d rather do than take a plane to Italy with this man. He lets out a moan as I grab his cock, and slips his hands under my bra.

  “Fuck, Kelly, I’m so horny,” he moans, resting his head on my shoulder so he can bite and kiss my neck. “I want to fuck you right now.”

  “Take me,” I whisper into his ear and softly nibbling his lobe. I slip my hand into his boxers and begin moving it up and down his shaft. His muffled groans turn me on more than anything ever has before, and I can feel my own wetness before he even touches me.

  “I need you right now,” he says, pushing me off his knee and yanking down the rest of my dress. I take a quick look around to check that nobody’s watching before I pull down my thong. I can hear faint laughter from the top of the garden where everyone is crowded, but it doesn’t seem like anyone will be coming down anytime soon. Right now, I’m too horny to care anyway.

  When I look back up at him, all of his clothes are off as well. He’s just standing there naked, watching me and biting his lip like he always does. And it works — I can’t keep my hands off him. We stand there for at least five minutes, kissing and moaning each other’s names. I can feel his warm erection pressing into my stomach as his hands move to my ass, forcing me closer towards him. I move my hands to his ass and squeeze it so that he thrusts his hips, and then it’s only a matter of seconds before he’s inside me.

  I let out a gasp as his cock slides into my wetness, and my entire body seems to falter in his arms. Then I can feel him lifting me up again, so I wrap my legs around his waist to stop myself from sliding down, sending him deeper into me. I can feel him walking again, so I bury my face into his shoulder, breathing in the tangy aroma of his cologne.

  When he stops, I can feel something pressing up against my back. It’s only when I open my eyes and look around that I realise he’s got my body pinned up against a fence. He’s going to
fuck me up against the fence.

  “Do you like this?” He asks as he pounds into me with slow, rhythmic thrusts.

  I try to reply, but no sound comes out. My entire body seems to be in some sort of spasm, and all I can do is tilt my head back and groan. The excitement builds even more when I feel his lips on my neck, sucking gently and making me shiver.

  My hands are still wrapped around his neck, but his move to the tops of my thighs, massaging gently. My moans get louder, but he quickly begins kissing me again to muffle the noise.

  “They’ll hear you,” he whispers, his eyes filled with amusement. “Do you really want them to see how naughty you are?”

  “You’re such a bad influence,” I say with a smirk, but he just winks at me before closing his eyes again, biting his lip so as to muffle his grunts of pleasure.

  I cling to him harder as I begin to feel my orgasm building up inside me, but Matteo seems to be having struggles of his own — I can feel his legs shaking and buckling underneath me as he gets closer and closer to the edge, and then all of a sudden he collapses, sending us both crashing to the floor.

  He’s lying on top of me now, but he keeps on thrusting. The dewy grass feels good against my sweaty body, and I tear at it with my fingers as he fucks me. “Does this feel good?” he growls.

  “So good,” I groan. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the climax, so I tilt my head back slightly and dig my nails into his shoulders to let him know. He follows suit.

  “I’m gonna come.”

  I feel myself contracting around his erection, my hips thrusting uncontrollably towards him as he empties himself into me. He’s kissing me all over, his hands groping my breasts, his breathing shallow through his closed lips.

  My heart is slamming against my ribcage as my body relieves itself and the anticipated wave of euphoria rushes through me. I’m left convulsing on the grass, trapped under Matteo’s strong chest, pulling him closer into me.

  After a few seconds, we’re still. My arms are still wrapped around him, aching from holding on so tightly, and our bodies move together as we try to catch our breath.

  “That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” he mumbles, lowering his head and resting it on my chest. My heart skips a beat as his hair brushes against my skin, and then resumes its usual thudding He’s smiling as he turns to face me. “Your husband doesn’t know what he’s missing out on. He doesn’t deserve you.”

  “I know,” I mumble, leaning in to kiss him. He reciprocates, then heaves himself up on his elbows.

  “We should probably get back to the party now, they’ll be wondering where you are.”

  “I doubt it,” I snort, pulling on my clothes. My body is covered in grass stains, but hopefully nobody will be paying enough attention to notice.

  When we reach the top of the garden, the first thing I notice is David — he’s walking directly towards us. My stomach drops, and I hear Matteo take a deep breath beside me.

  “Where have you been?” He demands, staggering towards me and pointing a large bottle of champagne to my face. He’s drunk, but even if he were perfectly sober I don’t think he’d be okay with this. His eyes are fixated on the rose in my hair, and he reaches up to yank it out, throwing it to the floor and stamping on the petals.

  “I was just showing Kelly the garden,” Matteo speaks up. David changes direction and walks over to Matteo instead of me, not stopping until he is a mere inch from his face. Matteo doesn’t flinch.

  “Did I give you permission to look at the garden?”

  Matteo shrugs. “I’ve been working on it for the past few days, she wanted to see it.” He glances at me for reassurance.

  “Yes, definitely,” I say, nodding a little too enthusiastically. “You should see it, David, it’s beautiful.”

  “I don’t want to see the fucking garden,” he growls, throwing the bottle of champagne to the floor. It lands with a loud clatter, splashing all over Matteo’s suit, and I’m suddenly aware of everyone’s eyes on us. David’s entire face is livid, and I notice Matteo’s breathing change as he tenses, ready for action.

  “Let’s get back to the barbeque, David,” I say, latching on to his arm and practically dragging him back into the crowd to try and preserve whatever dignity he still has. He’s struggling against my grip, but I manage to keep holding on until we get into the house. “What the hell are you doing?”

  “Don’t play innocent,” he snarls.

  “We were just looking in the garden.”

  “Bullshit,” he spits. For one terrifying second I think he’s about to swing for me, but his legs falter underneath him, and his drunken body slumps to the floor in an unconscious heap. Somebody clears their throat behind me, and I turn to see Matteo standing at the threshold of the door.

  “Kelly, I’m going to go now,” he says quietly. He doesn’t even look at David. “Is everything okay?”

  “Of course,” I nod. I tear my eyes away from David for a moment to flash him a weak smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

  “Yes,” he says, but he doesn’t sound certain. “Call me if you need anything. Anything at all, right?” He leans over and slips a tattered piece of paper into my hand. “My number.”

  “Thanks,” I say. Then I lean over to kiss him.

  “Until tomorrow,” is the last thing he says before he leaves, and I’m left alone in the kitchen to pick up my unconscious drunken husband and drag him to bed.

  It’s a few hours before David comes around again, and by this time I’ve apologised to all of the guests and sent them home. But this doesn’t bode well with him, and after storming into the garden and smashing everything in his pathway into smithereens, he comes back for me. Not to hurt me, but to fuck me.

  “Take off your clothes,” he demands, ripping off his own shirt, “and bend over.”

  I do as he asks. To put it bluntly I detest this man, but his sex when drunk is rough and exciting — sadly, he only ever gives me attention when he’s drunk — so I jump at the chance. He spanks my ass as I bend over, and I let out a squeak. This encourages him to do it again, harder, then harder and harder again until my squeaks turn into gasps and moans.

  “I’m going to fuck you now,” he says, teasing me by rubbing his cock around the opening of my wetness. I stick my ass into the air and bury my face into the blankets on the bed to let him know that I’m ready for him, and seconds later I feel him sliding into me. He lets out a long groan as he enters, and his breathing changes. He’s much rougher than Matteo, and it even makes me wince a little as he pounds into my jiggling ass.

  “You want me to go harder?” He growls into my ear as he gropes my breasts. “You deserve every bit of this, you filthy slut.”

  For a split second I wonder if he actually knows what went on between Matteo and myself, but right now I’m too caught up in the moment to care. “Harder,” is all I can manage to gasp.

  “You like that, don’t you?” he growls, grabbing my hips with both hands to steady me as he forces himself in and out of me with all of his strength. “Tell me how much you want my come inside you.”

  “Oh, please,” I yelp, feeling the tension building inside of me. “Fill me up, baby.”

  “Oh baby, I can’t contain myself any longer,” he shouts so loudly that I’m certain that the neighbours can hear.

  One long, deep thrust is all it takes to send me over the edge, and I feel my body convulse for the second time in an hour as I climax. For a few seconds he keeps slamming into me, but it’s not long before he lets out a long, satisfied groan and I feel his body collapse onto me. We lie there together, spent — and for once, it feels good. Now we’re both unfaithful. Now it’s even.

  Chapter 5

  It’s 11am when I wake up. David is still lying asleep next to me, so I decide not to disturb him. It only takes me a few minutes to shower and get dressed, and once I’m ready I pad quietly out of the bedroom into the kitchen. The first thing I do when I’ve shut the bedroom door is look for Matteo,
and I can barely contain my relief when I see that he’s outside, digging as usual — I really didn’t think that he would come back after yesterday’s escapade. Now I almost feel a little guilty for submitting to David.

  I open the front door and wander across the grass with his cup of coffee. The dew is refreshingly cold between my toes, and I can feel small droplets of rain against my bare arms. All I can think about is last night’s episode of sex on the grass as I tap him on the shoulder.

  “Here, have some coffee.”

  “Thanks,” he says, and takes a sip. “I’m almost done. I got here early again this morning.” He takes another sip, avoiding eye contact. “I’ll be gone in about an hour, I think.”

  “How much do I owe you?” I ask, my voice shaking slightly. He shrugs.

  “I’ll send you a bill in the mail or something if that’s okay.”

  “Certainly.” There’s a long pause before I finally speak again. “I’m sorry about last night, I don’t know what got into him.”

  “It’s okay,” he says coolly. “I told you he didn’t like me.”

  “Yesterday was good. You know, before he…” I trail off, but he knows what I’m about to say.

  “Yes, it was. Thank you.” A hint of a smile appears on his face. I hope that’s because he’s reminiscing about it, too. But it’s gone within seconds. “Anyway, I’d better get back to work. Most of it’s done, I just need to tidy away a little. I was kind of hoping to get away before your…husband wakes up,” he mumbles.

  “Let me know before you go, okay?”

  “Okay.”

  I notice that a swarm of large grey clouds have appeared as I walk back towards the house. I’m tempted to tell Matteo just to leave, that I’ll take care of the loose ends, but I don’t want him to go yet. I pour myself another cup of coffee and stand at the window, just so I can watch him one last time. I’m just about to go out and speak to him again, to clear things up, when I hear David calling from the bedroom. His voice is gruff.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask, peering round the door.