Gripping my cock with one hand, I position it at her entrance. She lowers herself onto me slowly until I'm fully buried inside of her.
"Oh." A soft whimper escapes from her lips as she leans forward, placing her hands on my chest for support.
Lina begins to wiggle her hips slightly, causing a jolt of pleasure to shoot through me. My head falls back at the sensation.
"Yes, just like that." I praise her, my hands guiding her movements as we find a rhythm together.
Soon she finds her own pace, and she starts riding me as if we've done this a thousand times in the past.
I like watching her like this. In control. Taking me.
My arm snakes around her waist and I bring her closer to my torso, my mouth seeking her neck. I trail wet kisses all along her jaw before I take her mouth, kissing her again.
She increases the speed, her hands clutching tightly at my hair. She's about to come. I can feel it in the urgency of her movements, the intensity of her kisses.
Her walls clamp down on my cock and I hold her as she shudders.
"Fuck!" I mutter and I turn her on her back, my hands on her ass as I thrust faster into her, chasing my own orgasm.
"Marcello," she moans, her head thrown back, her mouth agape. "I..." She trails off and she comes again as I empty myself inside of her.
After we've both showered,we head down to breakfast. Surprisingly, Venezia and Claudia are already in the living room.Venezia is sitting down dutifully on the edge of the couch and Claudia is playing with her hair.
"And what are you doing there, little troublemaker?" Lina stops next to the pair, observing Claudia's work.
"I'm trying a style I saw on the internet. I'm not very good though. I don't know how you always do it, mamma." Claudia frowns, her hands moving in Venezia's hair, folding and twisting.
"Show me what you're going for."
Claudia takes out her phone and gives it to Lina.
"Hmm, I think you should have parted it this way." She moves in and takes a comb, helping them.
They are both focused on what they're doing. Venezia patiently withstands their ministrations as they go about trying and failing and then trying again.
As I take a seat in front of her, I can't help but notice the subtle change in Venezia. Her posture is more relaxed and her expression less guarded. She bites her lip hesitantly, before admitting with some reluctance, "It's... nice."
I'm surprised by her easy surrender and realize that she has slowly changed since Catalina came to live with us. Gone is the bratty and rude girl, replaced by someone who is coming out of her shell.
"Mrs. Evans praised your progress," I mention, watching as her expression changes from shock to pleasure.
"She did?"
"Yes, she said you are taking your lessons seriously, and that you'll catch up in no time if you continue."
"That's... nice of her," Venezia responds, lowering her head. But Claudia interrupts, pulling on a strand of her hair and causing her to yelp in pain.
"Sorry," Claudia quickly apologizes.
I expect Venezia to snap back at Claudia like she used to. But instead, she just gives a brisk nod and remains calm.
"I want you to know that as long as you put in your effort and get your GED, you're free to go to any college you want," I tell her sincerely.
"You mean that?" Venezia seems genuinely surprised, and it makes me feel guilty for not properly communicating my expectations.
"Of course. You can become anything you want," I add, glancing at Catalina who gives me a nod of approval.
"Thank you... wow. That means a lot," Venezia says gratefully.