Page 148 of La Dolce Vita

"There isn't," he assured her.

Giovanni stared out at the river. They sat there listening to the crickets and chirps of night birds.

"So, you don't trust your family?" he asked.

"I trust Clyde and Minnie. The rest of them? No. That's why I haven't spoken to them all these years. They gave other interviews too. When I was dead. When I came out and revealed, I wasn't. They hate me."

"Your family hates you?" Giovanni said.

"When we go to the cookout tomorrow, not everyone will be happy to see me. Or you." She glanced over to him. "Apple Grove is a really small town. I think maybe three or four thousand people live here total. And 90% of them are black. They aren't... used to strangers, and they don't marry people who are different."

Giovanni chuckled. "Are you telling me they won't like me because of my skin color?"

"Yes. That is exactly what I'm saying. You're a white man, a foreigner, non-American, rich, yeah all of those things."

"Okay," Giovanni shrugged. He sat back with his hands at his side and his feet crossed. "I can handle it."

"I know. I just want you to be prepared. Not all of them are like that. But some. And I want you to keep your pride in check. A little. They don't know your ways. Okay?"

He gave her a sly smile. "I'm not an alien. I've lived in the States before,Bella.I know how it works here. It works the same way in Italy; you just happen to live in my world."

"I have a request."

"Another one?" he asked.

She smiled. "Marietta and I want to spend the night together in my room. I want to tell her about Granddaddy. Tell her about this farm and our family. Prepare her for tomorrow."

"And what about me?" he asked.

Mirabella laid back in the grass. She looked up at the sky. Giovanni dropped to his side and stared down at her. "I'm with you now. Is that enough?" she teased.

"No." He kissed her cheek, and his hand reached for her breast. For them, lately, the most romantic and peaceful moments were when they made love outside.

"Can you be quick?"

"No," he said and kissed her ear. He unbuttoned her jeans and slipped his hand inside. She feared he'd rip the zipper his hand was so large. But he managed to get his hand inside her panties to caress her intimately. Mirabella bit down on her tongue and began to move her hips slowly.

"You sleep away from me tonight you need to make it up to me," he said.

She groaned when he pinched her clit and squeezed then rubbed so much friction over it with his two fingers she was bucking her hips and coming for him within seconds.

Giovanni chuckled. He kissed her jaw and then dropped over. Mirabella sat up a bit, embarrassed and flustered over his ability to bring her to orgasm so quickly. The man owned her body. But what she'd make him admit is that she owned his too. Giovanni rested with his hands folded behind his head and his eyes on the sky. She turned to him and rubbed his chest.

"Is that all I get?" she asked.

"You asked if I could be quick. I can’t. So why bother," he said.

"But I didn't mean..."

"And you want to sleep with your sister? Leave me alone with the kids."

"Ah, so you are teasing me?"

He glanced her way. "That wasn't a tease. Did it feel like a tease?"

The cooling satisfaction still stirring deep within her womb from her last climax did not seem like a tease at all. It felt like bliss. "Then let me send you to bed properly."

She unbuckled his belt. She eased down his zipper. His desire had coiled in his dick and made it bulge in the front of jeans. She took her time freeing his length. And then stroked it while looking into his eyes. Her mouth parted when her head went down, and her tongue grazed the dimpled tip. She tasted his excitement in his pre-cum. She knew he wanted more than a hand job. But if she had to go to bed missing him, he'd have to spend the night dreaming of her.

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