Sicilian Dreams (20 page)

Well, I need a night away from him anyway, she reasoned. I need some down time with my friends before having an early night. Early, being a relative concept here she thought. Before midnight was considered early. She yawned and reached for a hand made bar of soap which smelled of roses. Sliding it down into the water and over her breasts she contemplated the Marco puzzle again. He looked so gorgeous sauntering down the jetty this evening she thought, and rubbed the soap absently over her nipples, which instantly hardened. She thought about him waking her up in the morning already hard, whispering in her ear. Her hand dropped the soap and slid between her legs. She still felt tender from their lovemaking earlier and she gently flicked the water between her legs, her fingers traced a pattern around her clitoris, beginning to rub the sensitive nub, thinking about Marco driving into her, hard and demanding, licking her, tasting her. Her fingers moved faster as waves of pleasure built up in her belly, her eyes closed and her lips parted softly. She could feel herself coming, and as she did, she moaned his name out loud, slumping back against the tub in ecstasy. There was a light knocking on the bathroom door.

‘Cassie, are you ready to eat? We are just about ready,’ said Kat.

‘I’ll be right out,’ said Cassie, flushing with embarrassment. This is all Marco’s fault she thought, pettily.

There was a delicious smell coming from the kitchen as Cassie walked down the short hallway from the bedrooms and saw Liz cooking something in a large pan.

‘Hmm, that smells great. What have you whipped up?’ she asked.

‘Not me, Marta. I opened the fridge and there was a covered dish with a note atta
ched. It’s called Involtini di Manzo and the note explained how to cook them. Look at it, so cute.’ said Liz, pointing with her wooden spoon to the bench. Cassie leaned over to read the note as Kat pushed a glass of red wine under her nose.

‘Oh, thanks Kat,’ said Cassie. ‘A Boschieri vintage no less.’

‘Marco dropped off a couple of bottles while you were in the bath. Shame you missed him. He seemed to be looking around for you until we explained you were taking a bath. Cassie felt a slow blush make its way over her cheeks. She looked again at the note from Marta.

‘Cook in pan for ten minutes.’ said Cassie. ‘How sweet of her. What’s in them Liz?’

‘I looked them up on my iPad. They are basically elaborate veal roll-ups, but these have got extra ingredients like raisins, pine nuts, onion, and cheese rolled up in the veal. I must ask Marta to show me how to make them.’

She had made a salad, which Kat put on the table w
hile Liz sliced and plated the Involtini.

Cassie topped up their wines and put a bottle of sparkling water on the outside table. It was a beautiful, still evening with a sky full of stars and they clinked glasses again before eating.

‘This just gets better and better’ said Liz, sitting back and sighing happily. ‘I am so relaxed, I’m almost in a coma. Of course, I miss Doug and the girls, but I will see them soon enough. I am just loving having some ‘me’ time.’

‘Amen to that’ agreed Kat. ‘My tan is improving by the day, I have met a hunk who is going to show me the sights tomorrow night, things are on the up and up. How about you Cassie?’

‘Oh, I think this is just about the best holiday ever, for me’ she said, looking at them coyly and laughing. ‘And I don’t mean just because of Marco’ she added sternly, looking at the knowing looks on their faces. ‘I mean all of us being together here in this magical place and enjoying the adventure together. Let’s not wait another eight years to be together again.’ She sounded so earnest that Kat began to laugh.

‘You won’t get rid of us that easily,’ she said. ‘I think we should still be doing this when we are eighty.’

‘Okay, it’s a deal,’ said Cassie and they all clinked glasses again.

They stayed outside on the terrace chatting and reminiscing until the moon was high in the inky, black sky. So much for an early night, thought Cassie ruefully, as she climbed into bed around midnight. Kat had created dessert, which consisted of a scoop of Marta’s gelato with limoncello poured over the top. That liqueur is addictive, she thought. It goes down so easily. She drifted off peacefully into a deep sleep, her windows wide open again, but Marco did not arrive in the night.

Turning over in bed the next morning and squinting at the bright sunlight invading her bedroom, Cassie peered at her beside clock and was pleased to see that it was only 8am. Almost on local time, she mused, lying back and stretching in the soft bed. She heard someone up and about in the kitchen, so she pulled a tee shirt over her head and wandered down the hall.

‘Ciao bella’ said Liz, turning to her, coffee cup in hand. ‘Want one?’ she indicated the machine.

‘Yes, but I’ll make it.’

‘Okay, I’m going back to bed to drink mine. Love these lie-ins,’ she murmured, wandering off.

Cassie made herself a cappuccino and carried it back to bed. She propped herself up against the big, soft pillows and gazed out the window. Even at this early hour, the heat was palpable. It was going to be very hot today she thought. I might do some lengths in the pool this morning. It’s too hot for walking around town.

After a breakfast of fruit and crusty rolls with some of Marta’s home made raspberry jam, Liz announced that she wanted to go down into town because Marco had told her there was a weekly food market in the old town which all the local growers, and food producers brought their produce to.

‘Sounds good,’ said Kat. ‘When we finish there, I want to check out the lingerie shop we saw the
other night. How about you Cassie?’

‘You guys go ahead. I think I might get out my yoga mat and do some stretching.’

‘That’s very ‘Om’ of you,’ said Kat.

‘Or maybe I might swim some lengths and work the kinks out of this old body. I’m still feeling stiff from the horse riding to tell you the truth.’

‘First of all, your body isn’t old, it’s glorious’ said Liz, ‘and secondly, you might be feeling stiff from things other than horse riding.’ she added archly.

‘Agreed’ said Cassie, laughing. ‘But either way, I need some exercise. You know what I am like.’

‘Yes, like a caged lion, if you don’t set your pulse to warp speed at least once a day.’ said Liz.

‘I’d rather conserve my heartbeats with a little retail therapy,’ said Kat.

‘How about we go to the beach later this afternoon and have a swim’ said Cassie. ‘I’ll shout the cocktails afterwards.’

‘Okay. We’ll be back around lunchtime with something scrumptious for lunch.’ said Liz.

‘Have a Cannoli for me’ yelled Cassie to their departing backs, as ten minutes later they left the house, a large wicker basket tucked under Liz’s arm.

Cassie changed into her white bikini and rolled her long hair up into a knot. She had packed her goggles but had forgotten a bathing cap. Stepping back out on to the terrace she eyeballed the pool. Fifteen meters. Not perfect, twenty or
twenty-five meters would have been ideal, but she could still have a good workout. The pool was deep, at least three meters at the far end and one and a half meters at the shallow end. Cassie dove in from the deep end and swam powerfully to the end of the pool, executing a perfect somersault turn into her next length. She swam free style to warm up her graceful movements eating up the lengths and making it seem effortless. She could feel her body stretching and her mind clearing as she worked up to twenty-five lengths. Stopping once to adjust her goggles and take a swig from her water bottle, she began breaststroke, scissoring her legs and pulling ahead with her hands in a strong, measured style. Two hundred meter breaststroke had been her best race at school and she had kept up her swim training to some degree over the years since then, swimming at least three times a week at the fifty-meter pool near her office.

Stopping again to rehydrate, she saw something in her peripheral vision and pushed up her goggles to take a closer look. It was Diavolo, looking over the low plaster wall at her with his big, soft brown eyes.

‘Hi gorgeous,’ she said softly, and he blinked at her. So where was his master? She turned around and found Marco hunkered down by the side of the pool, grinning at her.

‘My mermaid really is a fish. Good morning Cassandra, you are a beautiful swimmer.’

‘Well thank you kind sir. To what do we owe the pleasure of your company this morning?’

‘It is my pleasure that I happened to see you as I rode by. Mind if I join you? He had already slipped off his long riding boots and was disposing of the rest of his clothing in a hurry so there wasn’t much Cassie could say. Her mouth dropped open as she watched his lean muscular frame unveiled, including his sexy black briefs, before they too were discarded in a heap. He slid into the pool like an eel and was beside her and holding her before she could take the ghastly goggles off her head. Not a great look she thought, her hair a ratty messy knot, and I’ve probably got goggle marks around my eyes. He didn’t seem to notice though, taking her chin in one hand and planting a soft kiss on her lips.

‘That feels much better. I missed waking up to you this morning.’ He gently took the goggles from her head and threw them to the side of the pool before using both hands to free her thick hair from the knot she had wound it into and let it fall around her shoulders like a golden halo. He looked at her hungrily and Cassie couldn’t help being reminded of a giant predator cat. She shivered slightly as his head swooped down and he kissed her with ferocity, his hand grabbing a handful of curls as he pressed her body into his.

While her mind was still on his strange behavior last night, her body reacted with alacrity, pulse racing as she snuggled into his hard frame, her hands reaching up behind his neck and entangling themselves in his curly dark hair. His kiss deepened and his tongue searched her mouth, hard and probing, while his hands cupped her breasts and pushed the flimsy fabric of her bikini top out of the way. They were standing at the shallow end and now his hands moved under her buttocks, lifting her up and carrying her to the shallow steps, where he put her down gently and leaned over her.

‘I want to see you naked now,’ he whispered, slipping his hands down her hips and undoing the thin ties of her string bikini bottoms. They floated away and he gazed down at her, his eyes half closed and his face dark with desire. Cassie looked up at him, her own eyes full of passion and gently moved her thighs apart so he could see her sex.

‘Dio, you are a beautiful witch Cassandra,’ he murmured roughly, and he pushed her legs further apart, his fingers entering her and making her gasp with pleasure. He kept watching her as she rode his fingers, her face flushing from her wanton behavior. She couldn’t stop herself if she tried and now her hands pulled at his briefs, sliding them down so his hugely erect and swollen cock bounced up at her. Grasping him around the base, she began a circular rubbing motion, which caused him to throw back his head and groan with pleasure. Feeling her own pleasure spinning out of control she pushed his hands away from her and bent her head down to take just the head of his cock in her mouth, teasing the end with short licks. Now Marco seemed powerless as his hands grasped her shoulders uselessly, and she reveled in the power she had over him. His eyes were tightly closed and his breathing ragged as she took the whole hard length of him into her mouth and sucked while her fingers kept up their busy squeezing motion. He moaned her name and then she was being pressed back into the steps as he grasped her buttocks and pushed himself into her. They both gasped with pleasure and Marco was still for a few seconds. Cassie’s reason was gone. She wanted him now and she wiggled her hips and ground herself against him, finally begging him to take her.

‘Say it’ said Marco in a harsh whisper. ‘Tell me what you want me to do.’

Cassie squirmed in embarrassment and continued to let her body tell him what she wanted but Marco was adamant.

‘Now, say it now Cassandra.’ he repeated, nearly out of control himself.

‘Fuck me Marco, fuck me hard’ gasped Cassie and threw back her head as he drove into her with short, hard strokes, his fingers digging into her butt as he rode her hard until they both came in a heated rush, dropping over the abyss as waves of pleasure engulfed them.

A few moments later, he kissed her again, softly this time.

‘I need you like a drug’ he murmured, picking her up out of the shallows and carrying her to a lounger. He draped a towel over her before he grabbed another and wrapped it around his hips and slicked back his long dark hair with his hands, over his ears.

He looks exactly like the model from the Dolce and Gabbana cologne ad thought Cassie, gazing up at him with half closed eyes. He turned to catch her look and smiled down at her.

‘What are you staring at Cassandra? You have a very sensuous look on your face.

Would you like a repeat performance?’ he said, grinning at her.

Cassie jumped up with a little scream from the lounger, wrapping the big, soft towel tightly around her body. ‘No way Mister. Much as I enjoyed that particular aquatic exercise, we could have been seen by anybody.’

‘Who?’ said Marco, waving his arm out to encompass the endless countryside surrounding them.  ‘Diavolo is not interested. He is much more interested in munching on the hedge. Relax, Cassandra bella. We are alone.’ He took her hand and guided her inside the villa. ‘I think we need to have a shower together,’ he whispered, leading the way to her bedroom and ensuite. Turning on the big showerhead and wall jets, he unwrapped her towel and cast his on the floor, before they both stepped under pulsing force of the water. Squirting a little of the shampoo on his hand he started at her breasts, both hands gently rubbing their fullness, making a lather and flicking it over her nipples as they became erect. Cassie felt an instant pull in her lower belly and his hands moved lower, encircling her waist and sliding slowly down over her hips, trailing over the tiny triangle of golden hair covering her sex. Cassie had her hands on his shoulders and now, her sharp fingernails began to claw at his strong biceps as he slid his hand between her legs and washed every intimate part of her, his green eyes dark with lust as he gently teased her clitoris, stimulating the bud and watching as she moaned and leaned back against the tiled wall. She tried to grasp his huge erection but he avoided her hands, sliding down until his face was in front of her sex. The water cascaded down over them as he parted her thighs and used his tongue to enter her, flicking back to touch her clitoris so that she moaned with pleasure, his hands encircling her butt as he pulled her to him more fully, licking her and sucking at her bud until she came, screaming his name, her fingernails digging deep into the tanned skin of his shoulders.