Selena Kitt - Letters to the Baumgarters

“No…” I swallowed, trying to think of something, anything.

“And I’m taking the day off.” He grinned down at me, triumphant. “Aren’t you happy?”

“Yes.” I bit my lip, seeing the glint in his eyes. “Of course I am.”

And part of me was. The other part of me was panicking like a kid realizing their winter sled was hurtling downhill off a cliff.

The hotel was one of the most expensive in Venice and I knew he must have practically emptied his savings account to afford it. Nico remarked on my suddenly quiet demeanor, but the truth was, I was overwhelmed with guilt. How could I possibly tell him no? But if I didn’t… what in the world was I going to do about Mason, back in my little room, with Cara Lucia patrolling the hallways?

“Do you want to eat first?” Nico offered, carrying a bag over his shoulder as we headed to the room.

Suddenly it occurred to me. “I don’t have a change of clothes.”

He smiled, taking out the key. “I took care of that.”

“How?” I followed him down the hallway.

“I bought you a few things.” He held up the bag as he worked the key in the door lock.

“Nico!” I blinked at him, still shocked by his revelation, and even more bowled over by the room when he opened the door. The suite was large, oriental rugs on the floors and a gold, ornate headboard over the huge bed. I couldn’t help rushing to the window, the sweeping view of the Grand Canal breathtaking before us, as if we could just walk out onto the water.

“You belong here.” Nico’s breath against the nape of my neck made me shiver.

“In Al Ponte Antico?”

“In Italy.” His arms went around my waist. “With me.”

And I knew he was right. My whole life I’d dreamed of this, living in the city where the streets were made of water and the buildings held the secrets of an ancient history like a pent up breath. There was no more beautiful, vibrant, living place for me than Venice, and I couldn’t imagine myself living anywhere else.

What was I going to do?

“Stay with me, Dani.” Nico nuzzled me, his words melting my heart. “I can’t live here without you anymore.”

“Don’t say that.” I turned, twining my arms around his neck. “We hardly know each other…”

He shook his head, his smile knowing and telling at the same time. “We know everything we need to know. And you know it.”

I did.

He kissed me, soft and slow and sweet, breathing me in. What girl could say no to him?

“I have something for you.” He went to his bag and dug through, holding a brown package out to me. “My sister helped me gauge your size.”

I looked at him, smiling. “What is it?”

“Something for you.” He sat down in one of the chairs, looking up at me, slowly unzipping his jeans. “And for me…”

“You want me to open it?”

“Go to the bathroom and put it on.”

I couldn’t resist. It was the finest, silkiest, sexiest lingerie I’d ever seen, all black. The corset had straps on the bottom for the silk stockings, the thong was black with two straps across each side and there were even a pair of sexy black heels included-just my size.

I knew he was out there waiting for me, but I took the time to clean up a bit once I had stripped down. Then I tried it all on, looking at myself in the full-length mirror on the back of the door, my breasts pushed up by the corset, nipples pursed and hard, my legs long and shapely, the heels making them even moreso.

When I opened the door, I found Nico still sitting in the chair still mostly dressed, his cock out, hard in his hand, waiting for me. His eyes darkened as I approached, his gaze sweeping over me in the outfit he’d chosen.

“You like what you see?” I cocked one hip, my hand resting there, smiling down at him.

“You’re beautiful,” he said simply. “Turn around.”

I did as he asked, turning in a full, slow circle, facing him again.

“Bellisimo.” His cock was fisted tightly in his hand and just the sight of it made my knees weak. “I don’t know if I should fuck you or eat you.”

I grinned. “You can always do both.”

“Good idea.” He grabbed my hips, twisting me so my back was to him, using the flat of his hand to bend me forward. “Grab your ankles.”

I did, the blood rushing to my head, making me dizzy, my long, dark hair grazing the floor.

“You like the shoes?” His hands roamed over my ass, snapping the thong, moving down the smooth silk stockings on my legs.

“Love them,” I admitted, and from this angle, I had a great view. They were definitely Italian in design, and not cheap. “Nico, you spoil me.”

“I’ve only just begun.” His fingers moved my panties aside and he slipped his tongue between my pussy lips from behind, spreading my ass with his palms.

I gasped at the sensation, the sweet press of his mouth against my flesh so overwhelming I almost lost my balance. He steadied me, spreading my legs wider, his tongue plunging, tasting me deeply. My thighs quivered and I gripped my ankles more tightly, arching my back to give him better access. He chuckled, running his tongue up and down my slit, making me moan and wiggle back against him.

“Oh god, I’m gonna pass out.”

“We can’t have that.” He pulled me back to sit in his lap, the teeth on the open zipper of his jeans biting my thighs, his hands tight on my hips. He rocked me against his cock. I could feel it pressed against the crack of my ass, riding along the string of the thong between my legs.

“You’re going to put a run in my stockings.”

He chuckled, reaching for the garter straps, undoing the front and then the back on my left leg, his hand sliding under the material, down the inside of my thigh. I shivered, closing my eyes, as his hand moved back up, cupping my mound and rocking me. His cock was so hard it felt like granite between us.

Then he undid the other one, his hand moving down the smooth expanse of my inner thigh to slide the stocking down, moving back up to nestle my mound in the palm of his hand. I turned my head and found his mouth, kissing him deeply, his tongue twining with mine. His hands moved up my waist, over the corset, fondling my breasts, our hips grinding in the chair.

“You’re so beautiful,” he gasped when we broke our kiss, looking down at me sprawled across his lap.

I lifted one of my legs, pulling my knee back so I could work the strap on my left shoe. It dropped to the floor and I slid the stocking down my calf. Then I did the other one, slowly sliding the stocking down to my ankle, Nico watching it the whole way. Then he stood me up again, this time turning me to face him, hands roaming over the length of my bare legs, up my hips to my breasts and back down again.

“Put the shoes back on.”

I smiled, stepping back into them and buckling the straps, two on the outside of each high heel.

“Spread your legs.”

I did, my hips jutting forward, watching his hand move up and down the length of his shaft as he looked up at me. His eyes were dark with lust, his lips slightly parted, so sexy sitting there with his jeans undone just enough for his cock to escape, his white button-down shirt untucked. I couldn’t think about anything else except how much I wanted him.

“Touch yourself.” His gaze fell between my legs to where the black triangle of the thong barely covered the swell of my bare pussy lips. “I want to watch.”

I slipped my hand under the elastic, my pussy already wet from his tongue, slippery with my juices. I found the hard button of my clit with one hand, nudging it back and forth, watching his eyes light up as I traced my nipple with my fingernail, making it pucker. I teased my pussy, making my first two fingers into a V and letting them ride down around the nub of my clit, rubbing myself like that, my hips rocking.