Page 176 of La Dolce Vita

All she had to do was say the word and the people in this town that caused her so much pain would disappear.

“I’m sorry Gio. It shouldn’t be this hard to talk to you about something that happened over a decade ago.”

“Why is it hard? I know the story. You were young. You met a guy who didn’t deserve you. And then you got pregnant, and you did something desperate. That’s the story.”

"Yeah, I did. And this town, the people in this town found out my secret. Because I trusted a friend, I shouldn't have. Cutter found out before I could tell him. He confronted me. My grandfather found us." Mirabella put her face in her hands. "It's horrible. The fight, all of it. And it was my fault.”

She wiped her tears. “It’s the biggest regret in my life. What I did. I can never take back.”

Giovanni wiped his mouth. He extended his hand across the table. Mirabella placed hers in his. “It doesn’t change anything Bella. Not how I feel about you. Not what I want for us. It changes nothing.”

Slowly her glittering gaze lifted from her food to him. No tears spilled. “You sure? I know how your faith...”

“My faith is in you. In us. In our family. I wish you would have told me sooner. But you don’t have to tell men anything more. I know the past hurt you, but I’m your future. And I’ll never stop loving you.”

“Promise?”

“Ti amero’ per tutta la mia vita--I will love you my whole life. And when I'm dead I will love you still."

She got up from the seat. There were no more tears. There was no need to cry. This wasn't about the past anymore. This was about him. And he could see something in her. A deeper inner peace was present. It had been missing from her brown eyes. She pulled him from the table. They hadn't finished dinner. He didn't mind. He saw her smile for the first time since they visited her family's grave. Giovanni's hand left hers. He lifted her chin with his index finger and leaned in to taste her. Their tongues made tentative forays, touching tips, then stroking and sliding over each other.

Mirabella’s fear of rejection hadn’t lessened at all until now. When their lips met, this heat swept through her, and she felt the pure release of his forgiveness. Though she didn’t ask for it and he didn’t offer, she knew it came from him free of conditions. Giovanni's arms went around her, and hers lifted to circle his neck. The crisp spice of his cologne drifted over her. It mingled with the earthy smell of his sweat. The fast hummingbird flutter of her beating heart left her panting.

Less than five minutes had passed since she went into his arms. It was strange, the feeling that came over her. Whether fighting with him or making up with him, it was never enough, the stolen moments when he reminded her what it meant to be his woman. She feared his judgment. He was a man that passed judgment on everyone and everything daily. It saved his life, and protected them, but it also hardened him, and it made it difficult for him to accept the weaknesses in the people he loved.

But not with her.

And that was the real reason she brought him home. It was the final test after so many others in the past five years between them. She wanted to show him who she was, the good and the bad. Now there was nothing between them. She'd bared her soul completely, and he didn't even flinch.

Giovanni’s mouth lifted from hers.

Mirabella’s breath escaped her in ragged gusts. No matter how wicked his kisses were, it was his hands that made her shiver. He ran both down her arms. And then his hand went to the top button of her shorts. He pushed it through the slit, and she felt the zipper go down. She drew off the halter top she wore at the picnic. She let him push her shorts down her hips, and they dropped down her legs.

It was her turn to do the same. She unbuttoned his jeans. He pulled his shirt over his head. Giovanni gripped and cupped both cheeks of her buttocks and squeezed them apart then pushed them up, so she rose on her toes. Mirabella kissed his chest. She traced her tongue up the hard muscle to his neck. He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around him as he took only a few steps to the bed.

It was hard and squeaked loudly when he brought her down. The comforter felt cheap. She opened her eyes, and she could see mildew patches and stains on the ceiling. The carpet and room smelled stale. And all of it felt real.

Yes, she had been brought to a room similar to this one with Cutter over a decade ago. She was scared and insecure. The night she spent with him hadn't been magical. She had so much regret back then for rebelling against her granddaddy and discarding her virginity. Those memories began to fade. All she felt and knew at the moment was him.

Mirabella wasn't sure when he undressed. But he had. Between kisses and licks he'd drew off his underwear and his pants. And then with the swirl of his hips, he screwed into her slow with deep shallow circles. She lifted her arms above her head and pressed her hands to the flat wood surface of the headboard and moved her hips in timing with his. She bit down on her tongue and wanted more.

Giovanni wanted nothing more than to slam his entire length into her. But he had to make it last. Tonight felt different. He wasn’t just loving his wife; he was healing his wife. He pulled from and moisture glazed his cockhead. He started to move down her sexy curvy body.

“Ti mangierei--I want to eat you up,” he said, his voice husky with emotion.And then he parted the folds of her sex to latch his lips onto her clit. Her breath hissed. Her legs and buttocks trembled. The tip of his tongue swirled over her honey pot, and she began to thrust her pelvis up and cause her pussy to brush up and down his mouth. And in a matter of seconds, she came.

When he let her go and eased up her body, she pushed at his chest to make him turn over. She straddled him, and he sat up with his back to the headboard. At some point, the pillows were tossed off the bed. They were face to face with his erection between them.

She kissed him and her hand stroked the back of his head, and the other touched his cheek. It was Giovanni who lifted her to put her juicy cunt over his dick. Poised at the tip, he brought her down slowly. Mirabella's mouth popped open, and a soft hiss of breath escaped her parted lips. Her lids lowered, and he felt himself go deep.

"Ride me, Bella," he whispered in her ear.

She gripped his biceps and her nails nearly broke the skin. She did as he asked using her knees as leverage. She bounced on his dick harder and faster than he could instruct her. It knocked his head back sent him groaning. His hands fastened to her hips, and he guided her progress when it became too much to bear. Still, she had control. Maybe he shouldn't have chosen this position first. She was killing him. He traced a single finger down the sweaty trail of her spine and let it slip between the fat cheeks of her ass. He then pressed in to insert the tip of his finger to the rim and then press at the sphincter. Mirabella gasped and moved a bit slower. His dick was grateful. If not for his control move their love making would have ended prematurely. She was killing him.

“Down baby, down,” she panted and lifted off him.

She scooted back on his knees and pulled him so he wouldn’t be sitting up for their love making. She wanted him flat to his back. “Stay down,” she ordered. She grabbed his cock and once again directed his entry. He shuddered. Mirabella laughed and arched back. She gave him a show as the mounds of her breasts jiggled and lifted up with the juicy dark points ripe for him to suck. He wanted too, but they were beyond his mouth. So he reached and pinched the left one hard. She smacked his hand away. She gave him a show as she raised her arms above her head and began a sexy dance that made her rise and fall on his dick again and again. Giovanni's hold on to her hips slipped and tightened as his eyes rolled in the back of his head. The tight wet ring of heat that squeezed his dick caused his balls to draw up and his toes to bend.

“Più veloce--faster!Più veloce--faster!Più veloce--faster!Più duro--harder!” he repeated until his voice clogged in his throat with emotion. He flipped her to her back and pinned her leg back to fuck her his way. She didn’t object. He was too far gone to hear or notice if she had.

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