My Italian Nightmare

Chapter 6: In The Hotelroom

Angelo took my hand and placed me in front of him, so that I was standing at the end of the bed, looking down at him. Nonetheless I felt much smaller. He stubbed out his cigarette and then placed a hand on my hip.

"Sei una piccola, bellisima, creatura.", he whispered. I looked at him with big eyes, my mouth slightly open. He raised his other hand and embraced my waist, pulling me nearer.
I felt my insides twisting and I was so incredibly aroused.

Fuck I want him... I want him so bad.

I stretched my hand out and carefully, slowly, touched Angelo's face. When he didn't resist, I stroked with my fingers along his jawline, over his cheek bones and ugh...finally I got to trace his gorgeous nose with my own fingers. I sighed and felt my knees getting weak again.

"Tell me why you came with us tonight", he demanded and took my hand away from his face, holding it tight.

"I wanted to be with you", I breathed and felt his strong grip
around my wrist.

"Mhhh", he made and pulled me even closer. I was standing between his thighs now and could almost feel his body warmth.

"I want you to remove your shoes and clothes", he said in a low voice and I started to shiver.

This was actually happening. What the fuck was I supposed to do?

"Now", he added, almost threatening.

I nodded and took a couple steps away from him, bent down and opened my shoelaces.
Angelo stood up from the bed and turned down the lights. There were dimmed now but you could see still almost everything. The dimmed lights changed the atmosphere immediately and I was now properly aware of being alone in a hotel room, with Angelo.

Now I was standing next to the bed, only in my underwear. I only wore panties and felt very vulnerable. Usually I wore boxer shorts but I had put on lacy black panties for tonight. Just in case.

Just in case.

Angelo eyes scurried hungrily over my body. My skin was burning and my throat was dry.

"Sit on the bed.", he ordered. His voice was so low that it was almost a whisper, but it rang in my head like he had shouted it directly into my ear.

I walked towards the bed and sat myself down on the edge.
Angelo removed his shirt, threw it on the ground and came then towards me. His eyes were so dark now, my insides seemed to contract and clench together. The expression on his face almost resembled an animal hunting its prey. He leaned over me and shoved his hand between my soft thighs, slowly pushing them apart.

My hands held onto the edge of the bed because I was seriously trembling now. Angelo caressed the insides of my thighs and I felt myself getting wet.

Jesus Maria...

With the other hand he cupped the back of my head and raised it so I looked him directly in the eyes.

"What do you want, piccolo", he whispered into my ear and the hair on the back of my neck stood up.

"You", I whispered and touched his arm with my fingers, caressing his skin.

"What do you want me to do with you?" He grabbed the hair in my neck and pulled my head closer to his.

I tightened my grip around his arm and blinked once, before keeping my eyes fixed on him.

"Everything."

My voice trembled slightly but I meant it. This man, this perfect, god-like Italian man could do anything to me. I would let him do it. I would do anything to keep him close to me, to make him touch me, to keep his eyes fixed on me.