and drinking a liquor called grappa. The Italian villa was romantic, and very private. Gianni told her more about the area, and suggested things they might do during their stay.
That night was sweet, and erotic, when they made love in the upstairs bed. Gianni held her in his arms afterwards, and Leah quickly fell asleep. The next morning she found Gianni in the shower, and they made love again. It was going to be an amazing week.
With nothing to interrupt them, during the day they visited different places in Tuscany. During the night, and often the morning, they gave in to the irresistible urge to have each other. Away from the usual stresses, Gianni was more relaxed.
And Leah enjoyed every minute. Sometimes lovemaking was rough and demanding. Other times, gentle and sweet. She loved it all, and fell into a comfortable intimacy with the man she loved. But just when Leah thought she knew what to expect, Gianni surprised her.
One day he took her to Montecatini Terme, a beautiful town built around mineral water springs. The most famous spa in town, on the main street next to a park, was Tettuccio Terme. The spa treatments included massage, mud pack, and hydrotherapy.
Leah took advantage of all the services, and was truly pampered. Relaxed, she rested on a massage table with a satin mask over her eyes. Italian opera played softly in the background. She would have fallen asleep were it not for the foot rub.
She hadn’t expected it, and the first touch surprised her. Strong fingers rubbed the achy spot in her arches, and the scent of cologne wafted up, engulfing her senses. Gianni’s cologne . She wouldn’t mistake it. And the way he rubbed was all too familiar.
The touch was sensual, and warmed her body. Leah was naked, except for the towel draped over her. It was not unexpected when Gianni’s massage moved over her calves and up to her thighs. Her sex tightened, and her pulse quickened.
“Gianni,” she whispered, but there was no reply.
The scene was erotic. The more he smoothed his palms over her inner thighs and belly, the more aroused Leah became. He didn’t touch her breasts, nor did he run his finger through the wetness between her legs.
He didn’t have to. Gianni wasn’t supposed to be there, and for all she knew, he might get caught. Leah wasn’t sure, and anxiety heightened her response to his touch. If someone walked in and saw him, she didn’t know what would happen.
But what he was doing was hot. And the fact that it had an edge of the forbidden made it even hotter. Leah’s breathing was ragged, and she wanted to lean in to Gianni’s hand. To make him touch her where she needed him to.
Instead, she played along. Taking liberties, Gianni stroked along her ribs and into the curve of her waist. He put his palms on her hips, and her clit tensed. Then he slid the towel off. Leah was bare, and he could see all.
But with the mask over her eyes, Leah could not see him. She could only feel. Gianni squeezed her shoulders and grazed his hands down her arms. Her nipples ached to have his mouth on them, but he avoided them.
Whimpering softly, Leah endured his caresses. As he came closer, she drank in his male scent, and wanted to pull him to her. Yet she remained still, letting him touch her as he wished. Then his palm pressed on her vulva, sending sensation shooting to her core.
Leah emitted a muffled cry. The stimulation was too tantalizing, too amazing. Ignoring her most sensitive areas, Gianni raked his hands over her belly, then pressed on her vulva again. Only this time, he began making a circular motion with his palm.
The pressure radiated through her, and Leah’s nipples distended. But Gianni didn’t stop. He increased the pressure, keeping the same rhythm, and her muscles stiffened. Leah wanted him to put his mouth on her, to suck her clit, or bite her nipples. Anything.
But he denied her.
The circular motion carried her to the edge of orgasm, and Leah balanced there in delicious agony. The