Standing on my toes, I stretched to kiss him on the cheek. "I think that sounds perfect."
That smile I loved came out and he hugged me tightly. "Good. I'm going to speak to the concierge, but I'll be back in a few minutes. You stay and enjoy the view."
"Yes, sir. I can do that, sir," I joked.
"Sir? Be careful. I hear your boss is a real bastard. Seems he's miserable to his employees. Never smiles, I hear."
"Oh no. He's nothing like that. They just don't know the real man. I'm not worried. He's pretty fantastic, actually."
Tristan turned to leave and stopped as he opened the suite door. "Just pretty fantastic?"
"Okay, he's extraordinary, but he doesn't flaunt his extraordinariness all the time," I said with a wink.
After he left, I turned back to look at the view from our balcony. That's how I thought of things. Our balcony. It had a romantic ring to it. Leaning against the wrought iron railing, I scanned the canal below and saw couples in love on their gondola rides enjoying the beautiful Venice evening. It was the most enchanting thing I'd ever seen in person, and I felt like I needed to pinch myself to be sure I wasn't dreaming.
I didn't know how long I stood there, but when I finally looked up from the romantic scene below, the sky was dark and the stars that twinkled overhead made it look like the perfect painting. The sound of the suite door closing signaled Tristan's return, and I turned around to see not only him but three uniformed waiters with trays full of food.
He opened his arms wide as the men set the table across the room. "A feast fit for a queen, my lady."
I was embarrassed for a moment, but the waiters didn't seem to care who was in the room, so I took Tristan's outstretched hand and let him kiss me in front of them. "It's so much food."
"Enough for my queen." Tristan looked past me. "Thank you, gentlemen."
Turning, I saw the three men bow and leave us with a table full of food. Fruits, vegetables, meats, breads, and desserts covered the five foot round table, leaving no room for either of us to place a plate down to eat. Looking at Tristan, I asked, "Where are we eating? You've gotten enough food for a queen and her entire court."
"I like the idea of dinner in bed. Breakfast shouldn't have all the fun."
At times like this when he was utterly charming and funny, I couldn't help but smile. He really was adorable. "Dinner in bed it is then. What does one wear to such an event?"
Taking my hand, he led me to the bedroom and turned me around so I faced away from him. His fingers tugged the zipper down on the back of my dress, and he whispered in my ear, "Nothing. Dinner in bed is definitely a no-dress affair."
My dress fell to the floor and I turned around to face him to slide his suit coat off his shoulders. "I like how this dinner is shaping up already." A few gentle pulls on his perfect Windsor knotted tie and I tossed it on the bed nearby. As I unbuttoned his black dress shirt to reveal his solid chest and stunning abs, I couldn't help but lick my lips. He was like a Greek god standing there in front of me.
He looked down at me with eyes full of desire as I slid my fingers beneath the waist of his pants. In a needy voice, he groaned, "Maybe we'll have dessert first."
Chapter Fifteen
My fingers grazed the head of his already excited cock, and I heard him take a sharp breath in above me. As I stroked his silky skin, I looked up to watch him close his eyes and tilt his head back. I loved seeing him like this. He was sex incarnate, and I wanted to feel every inch of him on me.
He moaned softly when I unzipped his pants and took his cock in my hand. He'd gone commando, so I slid his pants over his hips and they fell quickly around his ankles. This was what had been in my mind that first night when he'd asked me what I was thinking, and now I wanted to show him exactly what he made me want.
Dropping to my knees, I ran my hand from the base of his cock to the head and back again as I watched his face relax in pleasure. I slid the mushroom-shaped head into my mouth and sucked gently as I eased my lips down over his cock until they touched my hand gripping the base. He tasted incredible on my tongue, like a slightly salty treat I'd waited too long to enjoy.
He buried his hands in my hair and began to move my head at a rhythm both of us liked. Humming against his skin as my mouth slid down over him again, I sent vibrations up and down his cock, making him moan a noise like I'd never heard from him.
"Oh, God, Nina...don't stop. Just like that."
His voice was hoarse and strained from desire, and I loved the sound of it. I made him sound like that. Me. I wanted to hear him tell me how much he loved it again and again. It made me wet just listening to the need in every word. The need for me to give him what he so desperately wanted.
I looked up to watch him as I took him into me, loving the expression on his face as he watched me. Leaning my head back, I slid him out of my mouth, my hand still stroking his hard, silken shaft. He was thick and long, and I licked my lips at the feel of him so heavy in my palm.
"Fuck, don't stop," he moaned. There was almost a painful sound to his voice now.
My tongue slid over the head and I licked around him like a lollypop as my hand cupped his balls. His eyes grew wide with desire before he closed them and a strained look crossed his face. "Baby, you're killing me."
"Time for good boyfriends to get what they want then."
I drew him into my mouth slowly, my tongue darting over the area just below the tip of his cock. His breath left his lips in a hiss, and he whispered deeply, "Faster."
Humming against his skin again, I took as much of him as I could into my mouth and sucked gently as I moved up and down his cock. His grip on my hair tightened as he worked to direct my efforts to exactly where he wanted them, sending a delicious mixture of pleasure and pain shooting across my scalp and down my neck.
His movements grew to short, stabbing motions into me, and I knew he was getting close. My hand slid faster around the base, giving every inch of his cock pleasure. I wanted to feel him lose control, to feel him experience that release that came from letting go.
He sounded like he was on the verge of losing his voice as he whispered in a deep, hoarse rasp, "Nina, much more and I won't be able to hold back anymore."
I stared into his eyes so wild now and prayed he understood how much I wanted him. All of him. Don't hold back, baby.
His cock twitched and grew larger, telling me it was time. I relaxed my body to take as much as he offered. He pulled my head down onto him, exciting me more than I'd ever thought possible, and my throat accepted everything he gave as he exploded into me.