Chapter 16

House limped out after her and followed her on the motorcycle that he had rented when he'd arrived in Milan. It had seemed so much more fun than renting a car.

He pulled into the drive of her house and saw her removing her groceries from the car. He parked beside her, got off and after picking up one of the packages, followed her into the house.

"I don't remember inviting you in." She said.

"I came all the way to Italy to see you, the least you can do is invite me in."

"Why did you? I was in Princeton, a few miles away from you and we hadn't spoken in the last three months or more. And suddenly you need to see me so badly, you fly to Italy?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

He stared at the floor, afraid to speak. Finally, he said, "You shocked me with your books. I didn't expect that and I wasn't sure what to do with it."

"You weren't supposed to do anything with it, they're my books."

"But you're in them and so am I. It started to make me wonder."

"About what?"

"About you. And me. And what you really want."

"What I want?"

He walked towards her. "Yeah, what do you want?"

She stood perfectly still, waiting to see what he would do. "What do you want?" She asked him.

When he was face to face with her, he reached out his hand and touched her cheek very gently. "I asked first. What do you want?"

"I-I don't know."

"What do you want, Roberta?" he whispered huskily.

At the sound of her name on his lips, she melted. "You. I want you."

Then his fingers traced her lips. She closed her eyes and he moved his hand down to her neck and moved his lips to meet hers. This was not hard and rough, the way he'd kissed her before. This was gentle. His lips caressed hers, deepening ever so slightly. By this time, her lips were screaming for him and she parted them. He moved his tongue to meet hers, but still slowly, gently. Their tongues danced a slow waltz, but she was melting inside and her arms instinctively encircled him.

He pulled her close to him and deepened the kiss further until it was red hot and scorching them both. His hands started moving slowly over her body, caressing her as his lips had done to her mouth. She was ready to die, but she came up for air long enough to whisper, "How about this time we try it horizontally?"

He gave her a wicked, sexy smile and took her hand. "I assume this house has a bedroom?"

She pulled him with her into her bedroom. They resumed the slow dance of caresses, but moved carefully to the bed. He sat down and gently guided her down beside him, where he continued to kiss her, not just her mouth, but her cheek, her neck, the tip of her nose. She started to unbutton his shirt and he pulled her top over her head. He slipped a finger inside the neat black bra that she wore and touched her nipple.

She groaned her pleasure and, after removing his shirt and t-shirt, moved her hands over his chest. She worked her way down and undid his belt and zipper. He stood briefly to push the pants and briefs down and she took his semi-erect cock in her hand, while he continued to kiss her and play with her nipple. He pushed the bra straps off her shoulders and reached behind to undo the clasp. Soon the garment was on the floor and he was working on her slacks. She wriggled out of them and her panties and was now beside him, gloriously naked. He was uneasy about his leg, so he moved the covers aside and slipped under them before removing his pants. She slipped in beside him and soon they were skin to skin.

"Tell me what you want." He said again.

"I told you, I want you."

"Tell me more."

"I want you inside me."

He moved on top of her then and while still keeping the movements slow and gentle, he maneuvered himself between her legs and started working himself into her. She put her hands on his ass and urged him to work faster. Finally, he entered her and kept the slow pace, driving her crazy with the exquisite torture.

She moaned her pleasure and frustration. "Oh, God, Greg, if you don't fuck me right now, I swear I'm going to murder you!"

He chuckled, but started thrusting harder. She met his movements with her own and could feel herself building. Just as she was about to let go, he felt himself come to the edge as well and together they exploded.

Afterwards, her head was on his chest and his arm was around her.

"Why did you call me Roberta?" she asked him.

"It's you name."

"But you've never called me Roberta before – unless you were mocking me."

He hesitated, then in a quiet voice said, "I was making love to you. Somehow the thought of making love to Bob didn't seem right."

She smiled. He had made love to her. The last time had been sex. Quick, hard sex. But this, this was something much more.

"Do you mind about the books?"

"Why should I mind?"

"Well, I did use you as the inspiration for Jeff."

"As long as 'Jeff' continues to be brilliant, devastatingly handsome and a sex god, I'm fine with it."

She was silent for a while, then finally said. "What's next for us, Greg?"

"How did I know you were going to ask that?"

"I don't want to lose you as a friend. If it means I have to give up the sex, I will."

"We're not giving up the sex. We can have sex and still be friends. Can't we?"

"I guess can live with that."

He smiled.