An Italian Affair (4 page)

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.