Page 250 of La Dolce Vita

"Have you heard anything about Catalina?" Mirabella asked.

"Domi and the men are looking for her. She's probably at a friend’s house."

"She doesn't have friends," Mirabella said. "Just us."

"Where's Rosetta? Josefina is panicking. I’ve had six people come to me so far. She says Rosetta snuck out of here. I don't see how that's possible," Giovanni said.

"You think they are together?"

"Dominic told me that Rosetta was the one to call him and tell him that Catalina was sneaking around with Armando. I doubt those two are friends right now."

"I'm worried, Gio. Too much is happening, and fast."

He took her hand and forced her to sit on the chaise lounge in their bedroom. He sat next to her. "They'll find Catalina and Rosetta. I don't want you to worry. The Amalfi isn’t big enough to hide them."

"What are you planning to do? About Lorenzo?"

"Do you really want to know?"

"You aren't angry anymore. Drinking. You have a clear head."

"Do you love me?"

"Yes," she said.

"As much as you did yesterday?"

"Yes."

"As much as you did the day we were married?"

"Yes."

"Sei la mia vita-You are my life," he said. He brushed his lips over her closed lids. He grabbed her breast and squeezed gently. She wore a very loose fitted blouse. She removed her bra when she came upstairs to bathe the kids.

Sex was the last thing on her mind. She was so wound with stress she felt like she'd come out of her skin. But what she felt when he kissed her and spoke to her like this, she couldn't quite explain. A mixture of desire and frustration. Part of her was still so very angry at him for what he'd done to Catalina. Part of her wanted to protect him. Lock the door to their room and shut the world out. Keep him for her and the kids. Never let anyone harm or hurt him.

"Stay with me. She brought her mouth to his. She kissed him. "Stay," she pleaded.

He needed something from her. Something real and lasting. Mirabella slipped her tongue into his mouth. Her hand glided over his chest. She wasn't letting him set the pace for their lovemaking. She stood in front of him and began to undress. Giovanni smiled. He touched her thigh, and she knocked his hand away.

"Not yet."

He nodded. She glanced back at the nightstand and saw the clock said it was eight in the evening. She'd keep him going all night if she had to.

Mirabella pushed down her jeans and stepped out of them. She removed her shirt and stood before him in her panties. "You may touch me now," she teased.

He ran his hands up her thighs. He forced her to take a step and then two. She looked down at him, and he lifted his gaze to meet hers as he pulled down her panties. Once past her hips and thighs, they dropped to her feet, and she kicked them off. Giovanni kissed the mound of her sex. He lifted her left leg and dropped it over his right shoulder. Mirabella closed her eyes as his tongue did all the work.

He dragged in the steamy scent of her and swirled his tongue around her moist clitoris. It grew harder and harder with every flick. Just like the erection he could barely contain behind his zipper. She watched him just as avidly, with her flower open for him to lick and love her. She had to grip his left shoulder and hold on as his tongue swiped between the lips of her sex and plunged into her juicy hole. But as soon as he felt her melting insiders and tasted them as well she stopped him. Surprised and turned on, he tried to force her to stay. Instead, she went to her knees. She worked fast to unlock his belt and unzip his pants. His erection had already forced its way out of the opening of his boxers. Mirabella yanked on his pants and boxers to bring them all the way down to his ankles.

The first thing she did was slide her tongue down the underside of his shaft, before drawing the head of his dick in between her lips. Giovanni groaned deep in his throat. His head dropped back and his eyes closed. He fixed his hips and drove his cock into her mouth. She relaxed her jaws and tongue to let him glide several inches inside. The sounds his dick made as she sucked him from the tip to the midpoint were lewd, wet slurping sounds that drove him crazy.

His groin tightened painfully hard, and his balls shriveled as she worked her magic. No matter how masterful his wife became at sucking his dick over the years, it never compared to what he really wanted. He struggled with patience. Her lips latched around him, and she sucked him deeper into her mouth. In his mind, the wet heat he felt was the soft pussy between her thighs. Should he come? No. No. No. He needed to use restraint. Though part of him would love to spurt his seed down her throat.

He pulled her off him.

"Gio! Wait, we aren't done."

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