Why don't you get a taste?
Golden girl Alison Rivers has it all: brains, looks, money, a father who adores her, and any man she wants... Or so she thought.
When she sets her eyes on Lorenzo Visconti, her academy's Italian, irresistible principal, sh...
Due to people asking whom I envision Ali and Lorenzo as and commenting about who they personally imagine, I wanted to say a few things:
• I am unable to see my characters as people who exist irl, I make up their appearances in my head, which is why there will never be a cast
• general info about Alison: she has a sweet, innocent-looking face, youthful, not adult-ish. Her face doesn't look any older than 18, maybe younger. The rest is described in the book.
• general info about Lorenzo: he's 41 and he looks like it. Brown, slightly greenish eyes, dark short hair, and a rather short yet pretty thick beard. Some white hairs here and there. The rest is described in the book.
If you have any questions about their appearance please ask and I'll be very happy to respond.
QOTD: do you mind chapters with only sex? ):
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I rolled over on my back and arched it, delightfully outstretching my arms and my legs in the empty bed before remembering that I was in Visconti's room. The slight soreness between my thighs also served as an effective reminder. I need that wonderful dick again.
After listening closely, I heard the shower running. A wicked idea formed in my head and I hopped out of bed, my bare skin rippling with electricity as I thought about the man of my dreams. I soundlessly opened the bathroom door and walked inside, closing it behind me and looking around for a mouthwash, at least. Once I made sure that my breath was fresh, I slipped into the shower stall.
Lorenzo's back was the first thing I saw— or, more precisely, the red marks left by my nails into the flesh of his shoulders.
I neared him and wrapped my arms around his waist. "Good morning." I greeted happily, getting on my tippy toes to plant a kiss over one small cut.
"A-Alison." He said in a surprised tone.
I simply smiled against his skin as I let my hands wander until I reached his already stiffening member. I curled my fingers around it and started to stroke it slowly, disinterestedly. "Did you sleep well?"
After releasing a low moan, he turned around to face me. "Ali," He chastised. Little droplets were gliding down his tan, Italian skin, making him look edible. "don't do that."
I took his place under the cascading water and let it wash over me, relishing in the way he was enrapturedly staring at me, getting harder. "Do what?" I beamed innocently at him, grazing my pebbled nipples.
He licked his lips, letting his eyes scan every inch of my young, voluptuous form. "You know we can't keep on playing these erotic games."
"Oh yes, we can." I turned off the shower and stepped closer to him, giving him my big, irresistible eyes. "Especially now that we're all alone. Let's take advantage of these moments. Tomorrow is our last day here." I brought my lips to his, though I did not kiss him yet. "Let's make our last days here special."
