Consolation Prize?
Rachel
Whenever Enrico traveled for Formula One competitions, he usually returned in the afternoon of the following day, except for the night I went to his room and he surprised me by arriving earlier than expected, finding me in his domain.
This time, however, Monday night came without any sign of Enrico at home. His bags had been delivered by a driver who refused to disclose the boss's whereabouts. The photos circulating in the media, showing Enrico and the Australian model dancing sensually, sometimes just embracing, spoke louder than any words written by gossip sites. They told the story themselves.
Moreover, they had been seen leaving the club together and arriving at the hotel where Tayla Corbin was staying. The fact that she was a London resident provided a solid clue about Enrico's current whereabouts. He was probably in the company of his latest conquest.
"Rachel? Are you listening to me?" Lindsay asked insistently.
"No," I confessed ashamedly. "I was distracted."
"What are you doing by this window?"
"I was just looking at the garden," I blatantly lied.
I would never confess that I was anxiously awaiting Enrico's arrival, as it would be foolish of me, considering I'm just a housemaid in his house and I'm no longer on the same level as the famous and charming pilot.
Fortunately, Lindsay didn't notice any strange behavior between Enrico and me, or at least she never commented on it. Anyway, that didn't make a difference. The important thing was that she didn't question me about something I couldn't even understand myself.
"Kylie and I are going out again tonight," Lindsay announced excitedly. "Why don't you join us? We met some nice guys who invited us to a really fun pub, what do you think?"
"Go ahead, Lindsay," I responded dispiritedly. "I don't intend to go out looking this awful."
"I'm tired of hearing you say that all the time, Rachel!" Lindsay spoke with irritation, seeming to lose patience for the first time since I've known her. "You're still beautiful, as always."
"I'm not going out, Lindsay."
My definitive response finally seemed to convince Lindsay, as she turned and left the room. I had been leaning against the window, watching the front gate of the house the whole time, waiting for Enrico's arrival just to ignore him and make it clear how unpleasant I found him. However, I didn't have the opportunity to do that. When it was already past eight o'clock, I gave up, and after dinner with the kitchen staff, I went straight to my small room, where Lindsay was getting ready to go out again.
"I've noticed that Joseph has been quite sad in the past few days..." she suddenly commented. "I believe he misses Enrico when he travels. He seems to be very attached to his son, don't you agree?"
"I don't know. He always acts unpleasantly when I'm around."
Lindsay looked at me as if she wanted to say something more, but at that moment Kylie called her, and the two of them left excitedly for another night out in London, something they really enjoyed.
For me, there was only the option of sleeping, although it was becoming increasingly difficult. After tossing and turning several times, I ended up falling asleep without realizing it.
I was abruptly awakened by the sensation of a strange weight lying next to me, and my heart raced in shock.
"Relax, it's me, Enrico."
More than Enrico's voice in my ear, I smelled the gin he had probably been drinking, and I hated him for it.
"Are you drunk?" I asked indignantly.
He was lying next to me on the narrow bed, hugging me from behind in a way that made me both happy and irritated. Happy that he was there with me and irritated knowing that he only came because he's under the influence of alcohol.
"I was celebrating yesterday's victory," he slurred.
"Then go celebrate with your new girlfriend," I said angrily, holding his hands and trying to remove them from my body. "I'm not anyone's consolation prize."
With surprising agility, Enrico moved on the bed, positioning me on my back on the mattress and placing his body over mine. He looked deeply into my eyes, as if he wanted to ensure that all my attention was focused on him and his words.
"You will never be a consolation prize to me," he declared firmly. "Never. Do you understand?"
"You're only here because you're drunk, Enrico," I replied, letting my voice carry all the hurt I was feeling. "You were with the model yesterday, and now you come to my bed? I'm just a second choice, isn't it clear?"
"You are and always have been my first choice, Rachel," Enrico seemed genuinely sincere as he said this, making my naive heart flutter inside my chest. "You just don't realize it."
Even before Enrico's lips touched mine, my eyes were already closed, eager for this moment, for this magical and overwhelming touch.
We kissed eagerly, craving more and more, as our hands roamed each other's bodies, touching everywhere. Without even knowing how, my horrible cotton nightgown had already been removed, as Enrico was also completely naked, our skins touching intimately.
"I'm crazy about you, Rachel," he said, sending shivers down my spine. "Crazy..."
His kisses became more demanding, and his hand descended between our bodies, touching me in my sensitive spot and leaving me completely aroused, craving the pleasure he was extracting from me just with the touch of his fingers.
"You're so wet..." The words whispered in my ears were more of a moan than anything else. "Ready for me."
He was right; I felt dripping with desire, and when I felt him positioning himself between my legs and penetrating me slowly and torturously, this time all I felt was pleasure, the purest and most genuine pleasure, and I couldn't control my moans.
"Enrico..."
"What do you want?" he asked, torturing me with the slowness of his movements inside me.
"More... I want more."
"Deeper?" he asked, penetrating me deeply and causing me to arch my body with the delicious pleasure he provoked. "Or faster?"
This time he increased the pace of his thrusts, his strokes becoming deeper and faster, and it was impossible to control the moans of pleasure, as well as the climax that came uncontrollably, sending me into ecstasy.
But Enrico continued to penetrate me, moving within me and leading me to another unexpected orgasm, without me having recovered from the previous one yet, and his mouth swallowed my cries of pleasure, which were uncontrollable in the face of so much desire.
I felt his body tense suddenly, just as I was reaching another mind-blowing orgasm. Enrico then released himself inside me, and I could feel the pulsations of his member within me.
"Delicious woman," he spoke in my ear, sending shivers down my spine, causing our bodies to roll to the side on the bed, without even withdrawing from inside me.
Suddenly and unexpectedly, I felt completely exhausted from the sex, sleep overtaking me, and without realizing what I was doing, I fell asleep almost instantly, with Enrico still inside me, his hands embracing me and making me feel safe and loved.
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