48 Hours

MARTINA

His hand in mine feels beyond weird. There are sparks if I have to admit it.

We get into his car and all he does is nod at the driver while still keeping his hand in mine. Intertwined, if I may add.

Every few seconds, Alessio gently squeezes my hand. It takes my mind to places, then back to the present.

There is a tiny grin, just a tiny one, playing on my lips and I hide it by turning my head away to look outside the window.

“Tell me a fantasy you have,” Alessio says, breaking the silence between us.

“Fantasy?” I raise an eyebrow when I turn my head to face him.

“Yes, a fantasy. Every lady has one.” He smirks a bit, allowing this conversation to warm up.

“Well...” I bite my bottom lip and think for a moment.

“Your eyes are growing.” He chuckles deeply.

“Okay, umm. I do have one fantasy,” I say quietly.

“Do share, Martina.”

How do I ask him to stop saying my name?

I shift a bit in my seat and look everywhere except his eyes.

“Having sex in a car, while the driver is driving.”

Alessio lifts both his eyebrows in surprise.

“It is the thrill of getting caught,” I say quickly, feeling my cheeks begin to flush.

“Interesting.” He hums and leans his head back.

“Do not get ideas,” I warn him.

“Won’t promise that.” He chuckles.

I groan in response and suddenly the car takes a sharp turn and my head ends up on his lap.

I freeze in place and feel Alessio take his hand away from mine then run his fingers through my hair. It is such a gentle gesture that has me melting into his lap and I close my eyes for a moment.

Maybe this is what I need. Someone to caress me gently.

He and I don’t say anything else during the drive. All he does is trace my ear and jawline with his finger. Then he goes back to running his fingers through my brown hair.

“Martina, we are here.” He taps my nose, not realizing that I have been napping on his lap for what felt like an eternity.

I get up and stretch my body upwards, then get out of the car.

“Horseback riding? We are horseback riding in sweats, Alessio?” I laugh and he comes to my side, wrapping his arm around my waist.

He is getting a bit too comfortable with this touch thing...but I don’t want to stop him either.

“Had to get you to go somewhere and I don’t want to go into the city. I find nature-related activities more memorable.” He chuckles.

“Come on,” he says.

Alessio guides me to the stables, where the horses are.

Before entering, during the walk, I enjoy my surroundings in silence. The green trees and the very dark green grass is a very beautiful sight. It compliments the blue sky.

There is a slight breeze that wafts nature’s scents into my face. I love it.

Entering the stables, I watch the big eyes of the horses present. They definitely have longer lashes than I do.

Alessio lets go of my waist and then places his hands into his pockets.

“Pick your stallion.” A smirk emerges on his lips, which I suddenly begin to enjoy seeing.

I look at the different colored horses in the stables and my eyes drop to a black one. I stand right in front of it and run my fingers ever so gently across its face.

The hair on this horse felt beyond silky and it had one white dot on the tip of its nose. I grab some of the hay and place it in my palm to feed it. I have the biggest smile on my face.

“That’s Acqua. We gave him that name when we noticed he loved galloping in the shallow area of the waters,” Alessio says while standing next to me and petting the horse.

“You own this place?” I ask, turning to him.

“It’s a family stable. Grandfather made it for my grandmother. She loved horses.”

“Do you know how to ride?” he asks looking intensely into my eyes. Deep down I feel a deeper meaning to what he asks, or maybe it is just the horny side of my brain assuming things.

“I do not.” I shake my head and pet Acqua again.

“We will do it together then,” he says and signals somebody to come over to get the horse ready.

After Acqua is saddled, Alessio, so swiftly, gets up on the horse and waits for me.

“He’s big. How on earth am I going to get up?” I whine and fix my helmet.

“I will carry you up. Just put one foot into the stirrup and give me your hand.” He smiles.

“What if you drop me?”

“Do you trust me?”

Do I trust him? I don’t know if I want to.

I don’t respond and do as he says. He extends his arm and hand for me and I manage to get up and wrap my arms tightly around his torso.

Alessio chuckles at my reaction and does that ‘heya’ thing and Acqua starts to gallop a little too fast and I hold on tighter than before while resting my chin on Alessio’s shoulder.

He smells nice.

“Thank you, Martina. I make sure to always use perfume.”

I could sense his damn smirk and I begin to blush deeply.

ALESSIO

Her hold on me...I wanted that. I wanted to keep that.

I make a move for Acqua to slow down and to strut around. I take Martina’s hand and bring it under my hoodie. I want, no, I need her to touch my chest. I know somewhere in her, there is love that seeps through her soul and I want a taste of it.

She doesn’t flinch back or take her hand away but instead, she begins to caress me just under my left pec.

Is she finally beginning to feel something towards me? Or is this just a spur of the moment thing?

I ignore the questions in my head and inhale sharply, letting my body feel Martina’s touch.

“Do you want to ride in front, Martina?” I ask her.

I could feel her eyes grow big at the question.

“Yes!”

And there I let Acqua come to a stop. We swap positions.

Now she is the one in front and I am behind. She is pressing against my growing boner. I am unsure if she is feeling that or not.

I look at her neck. I want to see if her vein is throbbing just like mine.

I move her hair to the side, exposing her neck, which she doesn’t mind, and I run my long index finger along the length of her neck to her shoulder.

She is in fact, breathing deeply.

I press a soft kiss there and I earn a small gasp from her and I chuckle.

“Do not do that to me, Alessio.” She breathes out.

“Why?”

I hear her mumble something and I swear it sounds like, “I do not want to fall just yet.”

I ignore her and we continue to ride silently.

***

“Oh come on. What is the difference between a bikini and underwear with a bra?”

I am literally confused, as I stand there next to the beach shore in my boxers, waiting for this woman to come into the water with me.

After ten minutes of arguing, she agrees to take off her sweats and hoodie and comes into the water with me.

“You have 24 hours left. I think,” Martina says, swimming next to me.

“Eager to get rid of me?” I ask, swimming closer to her.

“I do not think so.”

“Oh? Elaborate.” I await this lady’s answer.

“I enjoyed today,” she says, looking away then back at me.

“You could have enjoyed riding something else; but I will let it pass.” I chuckle and she splashes me.

“I am glad you enjoyed today,” I add.

It was almost sunset, and the colors were beginning to reflect on her eyes and skin. It was a sight that I wanted to devour.

“Remember when I kicked you once? During training?” She brings up something from the past which surprises me.

“Yes, I do. Wait...you remember me from back then?” I ask her, knowing I am also swimming closer to her. I feel my fingertips touch her thigh.

“You were what people around me talked about. I was the smallest in size. But a devil at heart.” She grins, proud of herself.

I am now face to face with her. The waves splash tiny droplets onto her face, making it look like glitter.

“Martina...” I make my voice low, just enough for her to hear.

Her doe eyes look into mine, like she is holding back from her stubborn mind.

I bring my hand to her neck and caress her cheek.

Why isn’t she backing away?

“Kiss me.” She breathes, locking her eyes with mine then looking down at my lips.

“Say it again, Martina.” I pull her to me and bring her legs around my waist, so she can wrap them there.

“Kiss me, Alessio.”

She didn’t have to say it thrice for me to capture her lips between mine.

I have been craving this moment forever.

I suck on her bottom lip, then swipe my tongue there so she can give me access to her mouth.

I want to taste her.

I slip my tongue into her mouth and begin twirling her tongue with mine. She and I both groan into the kiss. Her hands are in my hair, tugging at it. I grab her ass and kiss her like she would vanish if I separate my lips from hers.

Maybe she wants me after all.