Part 2
We remained as we were, entwined in each other, enjoying an intimacy alien to both of us. Occasionally kissing or touching, we took pleasure in each other.
Finally separating, we relaxed in the turbulent water and drank more wine.
"Will you stay tonight, Matt?" asked Maria.
"I'd love to, if you want me," I replied, pleased.
"Then let's go out for dinner. Are you okay to drive?"
We had spent so long in the pool, swimming and making love, that I had drunk very little over a long period. I told Maria that I was fine.
"Good," she replied. "Then go home, get changed, pick up what you need for a few days and come back here. We'll get a cab each way, and not worry about a designated driver."
This sounded good - especially the implication that she expected me to stay more than one night - and I returned with a small bag, dressed for a good restaurant.
Maria took care of the reservations and the cab. She also insisted on paying for everything. After being treated as an accessory for so long, she enjoyed the role of host. She took me to an upscale Italian restaurant where she ordered food and wine for both of us without a menu. The entire transaction was conducted in high-speed Italian. With the freedom to raise her voice and wave her arms, Maria seemed like a different person. I began to think of her as a caged bird; perhaps a brightly-colored finch in a large cage. Able to function perfectly, but always being out of place. I told her so.
She laughed gaily. "You think I am so small?"
"Well, a very tall finch," I countered.
She smiled. "In my mind I am a mountain lion or a white tiger in the zoo. I can act like the housecat, but when the gate is open I will be gone. Who would cage me then must beware."
"You will be free, and a man-eater," I joked.
"There is only one man I wish to eat," she said. She smiled, then glanced away, embarrassed.
"Wait until you are free before saying anything like that," I said. "I think my finch will fly away."
She looked at me for a time. "Perhaps," she said at last. "And perhaps not."
After dinner we returned to Maria's. She had left the hot tub running, and we decided not to waste the opportunity. I took off my coat and tie, then switched to undressing Maria; she did the same for me.
We stripped each other to our underwear. I wanted to savor removing her bra. When we were ready, I put my arms around her and pulled her face to mine. Her lips moved against mine firmly, hungrily, as I unfastened the strap. Her tongue sought mine as I slipped off her bra and pressed my hands against her chest.
My hands now very full, Maria slipped off and stepped out of her panties. With some difficulty, she freed my stiffened shaft and removed my underwear. I stood against her, my erection stroking her stomach.
I wanted to take her right there in the living room, but she pulled back and grabbed her towel. Naked, we ran outside, dumped our towels by the spa, and jumped into the pool.
Though the cool water softened my erection, chasing and touching Maria's nudity restored its power. By the time we climbed into the spa, I wanted her so much that my need was painful.
I did not have long to wait for my wish to be granted. We held one another, standing. Then I lowered myself into a comfortable crouch. She wrapped her legs around my back, thighs against my chest, and allowed herself to drift down. Using my hand, I guided myself into her. She gasped as she wriggled to accommodate my length.
Her breasts level with my chin, I held her against me and sucked her erect nipples. We moved very slowly, drawing my cock almost completely out of her, then letting her glide back over it and squeezing our hips together. The buoyancy and lubrication made for a gentle but deeply stimulating motion.
I took her left breast into my mouth, as far as I was able, and sucked hard, kneading her nipple with the back of my tongue. She put her hands behind my head and pulled me against her. After a time, she lifted my face away and guided it over her right breast, making soft sounds of pleasure as our thighs pressed tightly together and my mouth massaged her nipple.
We kept up this soft, powerful motion for a long time, building up sexual tension gradually but with determination. When I felt that I could not contain the pressure, I started driving harder against her, but she pushed me away and slid off me.
The movement almost pushed me too far, and I had to will myself not to come, feeling my cock twitch before I drew back. Maria had positioned herself against the flat wall separating the spa from the pool, arms folded on top of the divider, legs apart.
When I had myself under control, I kneeled behind her and entered her from the rear, my hands holding her thighs to guide us and pull us together. She writhed her hips against me.
I drew my hands up her body and cupped her breasts, squeezing them tightly as I started to move. She began moaning immediately as I thrust into her hard, our thighs squeezed together under the water. I used my grip on her breasts to drive my hips against her strongly. She moaned louder and began panting.
We were both breathing noisily with strain and sensation as I banged into her, compressing her between my cock and my hands. She cried out as she came, her body shuddering. As she groaned, I rammed into her, feeling a massive rush as my cock tensed for a moment, then spurted within her.
Each of us gasping, I kept up the rhythm, pushing my hips into her, until we both had to relax. I kissed her neck, and she leaned back against me, covering my hands on her breasts with her own. She leaned back too far, and we floundered in the water as I slipped and lost my footing. We laughed and grabbed at each other for support, finally finding the ledge and sitting side by side, relaxing in the warm water.
Maria looked up at the stars. The night was clear and moonless. She sighed.
"What are you thinking?" I asked, quietly.
"About how happy I could really be here," she replied, still staring at the sky. "It has seemed so out of reach, but now I know that I could be."
"You will be," I said, confidently.
"I have been today," she said. "Promise me you'll visit until I get all this resolved, and I'll survive."
"And if Glen finds out, and fires me?"
"Sue him. Or be my gigolo. You seem well qualified."
"I wonder how I would show that on my tax return..."
"Are you really concerned?" she asked. "About Glen finding out, that is," she continued, as I looked confused.
"No," I said, after a moment's thought. "No, I'm not. In fact, the idea of him finding out appeals to me. I'd like to hit him between the eyes with it. I won't, but it's a nice idea. It would be worth losing my job."
"We should make him suspicious; get him to hire a detective," she mused. "If he saw some videos of you and me together, he would really feel inadequate."
"Not the world's greatest lover?"
She spat out a string of words in Italian. I don't know what they meant, but they didn't sound friendly.
"So, what do you plan to do?" I asked.
"Leave him, of course. I think I will be ready soon. I need to consider all of my legal options and obligations. It is important in this country not to give him any cause for a lawsuit. He may not have the imagination to find something, but he may hire a lawyer who has better ideas. There is... there is much money involved."
"Okay," I said, "I understand. There's more here than I realize. I will be here for you while you go through this, if you want me to."
"Thank you," she said. "And afterwards?"
I put my arm over her shoulders. "Find your freedom first, Ms. Tiger. You may see things differently then."
I kissed her cheek. She rested her head on my shoulder and we watched the stars.
The moon was rising when Maria unhooked my arm and announced that it was bedtime. I felt my cock stirring at the thought of spending the night beside her, but suppressed it. Very little-used muscles were protesting their overuse, and preparing for another round would only result in disappointment.
We dried and headed inside, to the master bedroom. I started to find my underwear and pajamas, but she grabbed my arm and steered me to the bed.
Pushing me down onto the bed, she lay alongside me and stroked my cock.
"I hope you're not expecting any more from me," I protested.
"There may be no expectation," she murmured, "but there is always hope."
She nibbled my ear. Her nipples rubbed along my arm, and I felt my cock respond slightly. Reaching my arm under her I lifted her onto me; as she lay along my body I cupped her breasts in my hands and kissed her neck.
When it became obvious that I wasn't going to rise to the occasion, I apologized to her. She said, "Do not worry," and nibbled my ear some more.
She swung her legs off me and slid her face down. She nuzzled my thighs. When she knelt over my thighs and started to nibble the head of my cock, I said "I don't think it will do any good."
"That's okay," she said. "Let me enjoy myself. Or would you prefer me to stop?"
"Uh... No, that feels wonderful," I admitted.
I lay back and closed my eyes. In spite of my exertions earlier, her gentle movements were sending tendrils of warmth into me. The moist, tickling feeling stirred excitement in the pit of my stomach.
Opening my eyes, I felt around for a pillow. Finding one, I stuffed it under my head, watching Maria. She frowned slightly in concentration as she rolled the tip of my cock between her tongue and upper lip. Her hair was damp and unkempt; somehow giving her expression a sultry look. Her breasts, tan and full, filled the space between the curve of her back and the hand which held the base of my cock.
She changed the motion, opening her mouth wide and running the center of her tongue along my cock's sensitive underside.
"Mmm..." The involuntary sound left my throat as my cock started to unfold. She raised an eyebrow as she looked at me quizzically. I twitched my shoulders in a small shrug.
Under her guidance, my cock kept growing, and arousal was gnawing at my senses. I shuffled closer to her, careful not to lose contact with her. I reached up and fondled her butt, then reached between her legs and stroked her pussy. She parted her legs and I slipped my finger inside. She became wet very quickly as I stroked her gently, using my thumb to keep a slight pressure for my fingers to work against.
Soon she was gasping for breath as she licked my cock, and her arousal was stimulating mine. She tightened her thighs around my hand, squeezing herself against me.
I thought she was going to come, but she lifted her head and gasped, "Would you... please...?"
I knew what she was asking. I lifted her thighs and dragged her over my face. Getting my tongue inside her I stroked her, then flapped it against her clit. She pushed her hips hard against my face. I sucked on her clit and she shuddered, crying out as she came.
I was completely hard by this time, and as she stroked the head of my cock with her tongue I began to feel the rush of the climb towards orgasm. I wrapped my hands around her butt and dragged her against me, sucking hard; she came again, bucking her hips against my head, forcing me to follow, hanging on to her clit with my lips.
When she calmed down, I felt her lips slide much further down my cock. The stimulation over almost the whole length of my cock, the tightness of her throat around the head drove my senses into overload. My orgasm was heading towards me like a freight train. Before it arrived, I pinched her clit between my lips and sucked. As she came again, she dragged her head up and down crazily, and my arousal welled up and burst forth between her lips.
She let the fluid drip down onto the bed, not letting me go until I was completely through. After she released me, I relaxed and slowed my tongue to a gentle stroke. When she had relaxed, I grabbed her clit again and sucked, shaking my head. She gasped as she was forced into coming again, pushing her hips against my face and whimpering, her will not her own.
When she finally rolled off me and turned around, she called me some of the same Italian names she had earlier used for Glen. Her gentle tone and the fact that she punctuated her words by kissing my neck assured me that their meaning was quite different.
After I pulled the sheet over me, the world faded quickly. Maria must have found the strength to turn out the lights, because the glow through my eyelids turned dark. I felt soft warmth easing against me, and heard a gentle voice. I was too far into the world of oblivion to know if she was speaking in English or Italian.