Page 34 of La Dolce Vita

"Va bene,Bella, I get it,basta."

"No. Not enough. Not even close. Talk dirty to me. Or shut up and just kiss me!"

He moved off her. He didn't take the bait.

"You don't smile anymore," she sat up on her elbows and looked over at him. "Not for me."

"I love you," he said in earnest. “I smile for you and the kids.”

“No. You smile for the kids. You look at me with pity or worry. I see it.”

“Not true.”

"Does being with me bring you pain now?" she asked and sat upright. "Loving me? When I can be such a bitch at times."

"Being with you keeps me alive," he said. “And you are never a bitch to the children or me. Bella, you have to understand that we don't expect you to be perfect...”

"Then smile for me," she eased over him and straddled his lap as he lay on his back.

His mouth twitched, but no smile surfaced. It was a joke she didn't find funny. She wasn't going to give up. Not yet. She turned around and got on her hands and knees. Her backside was in full view to him, and so was her sex, wet and open for him to see how badly she wanted him. She looked back over her shoulder and moved her butt from side to side seductively in his face. This time, he did smile. Mirabella laughed. She turned around and plopped down on her ass between his knees. Her feet rested on either side of his hips, and her thighs parted. She lay back and gave her husband a full view of her body.

"So you want to play games?" he asked.

"Mmmhmm, I was lying in bed, with the kids, thinking about this," she sighed. "If you’re too tired from your traveling say so. I'll leave. Play with myself back in that big empty house. Pretend you were there. Are you tired, Gio?" She massaged her left breast as she used her other hand to part her lady parts down below. He undid his buckle. He reached inside and removed his erection and stroked it as he watched her play with herself. She smiled. He wanted her. Both were good signs that the night would end as she wished. With him in her arms and the memory of her nightmare faded away.

Giovanni let go of his dick and the rod sprung upward. He stopped her hand from teasingly stroking her pussy for him. He pulled her by the hand, so she again sat up. He did so as well. They sat on the bed facing each other. She inched closer and eased her legs behind his waist and pressed the bottoms of her feet together. Still, they were separated. She looked down at his erection standing tall between them.Maybe she should take him into her mouth?She knew he'd like that.

“Sono la tua puttanella--I’m your little whore. Fuck me like one,” she said.

“Tell me where to start,” he asked and crawled toward her.

She pushed his head down. “Mangiamela fica--eat my pussy.”

“Fai la brava--be a good girl.”

"Gio, I think I'm crazy," she groaned as his head slipped between her thighs and he kissed her pussy. She thought he didn't hear her. But he lifted his head, and he smiled.

"I love your crazy," he confessed. He drew her closer by the hips. She tilted her pelvis a bit so she could rub her pussy over his descending mouth. He tongued her hole and swiped up to flick at her clit as if it were a tiny punching bag. He then nipped it between his teeth and pulled. She gasped in love with the sting. And then he sucked, and he sucked harder and harder. Mirabella rolled her hips. While sucking her clitoris he fingered her pussy, and it was so delicious. Giovanni then fingered her ass. Which she knew he would possibly claim too before the night was over. She didn’t care. She wanted to feel, and the best place to feel alive and loved was when she made love with him. The swirls of his tongue and the penetration pitched her closer and closer to climax. She gripped the back of his head and thrust her hips back and forth against his face and mouth. She cried out and sat up. With one hand behind her and the other to the back of his head, she fed him her pussy until her womb melted and her pelvis was set afire with pleasure. Mirabella fell back on the bed gasping for air.

Giovanni flipped her over. He was on his knees. He forced her to remain down. She heard him reaching in the nightstand drawer. And when she heard the squirt of liquid she knew it was the lube she kept there for them. He greased his dick, and she bit her bottom lip. Being fucked in the ass by her husband wasn't her favorite, but it was one of his. There were boundaries for them. She learned that on her honeymoon.

He covered her. His back pressed down on her sweaty skin. Flesh to flesh.

"Bite down if you have to," he breathed. She gripped the foot of the bed. He forced her thighs apart, and she lifted her ass as much as she could for him. The first thrust of his cock was shockingly quick. It left her belly trembling from the aftershock. A ring of muscles stretched, tightened and then flexed as if to push him out of her ass, but he thrust in deeper. Mirabella bit hard into the mattress, and her breath hissed out of her nostrils from her lungs.

Giovanni slammed into her again. Mirabella let go of the mattress and released a small cry of pleasure and pain. That must have excited him. He began the kind of rapid thrusts that forced her backside to adjust to its foreign invasion. He bit down on her shoulder, and she winced. His hand slid under her belly, and he pinched and wiggled her clit. The thrusting eased. He fucked her nice and slow and sent spirals of bliss downward to her neglected pussy. Every nerve in her body ignited in all the right places as he took full control. However, she wanted more, harder and deeper, the kind of heart rendering love she was used to from a man so powerful.

He groaned. Wanting the same thing. He ended her torment and slid out of her anus and left the bed. She heard him in the bathroom washing his dick. He returned with a rag to clean her of the lube. He kissed both cheeks of her ass before he turned her over and threw the rag to the other side of the room.

Giovanni lifted to look down at her. His breathing was so rushed his chest bulked and expanded with his hard intakes of breath.

“Strofinati la clitoride--rub your clit,” he told her.

She did as he instructed.

“Apri le gambe--spread your legs," he insisted. Apparently, they weren't wide enough.

He smiled.

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