Page 35 of La Dolce Vita

“Put me inside of you,” he said.

She grabbed his dick gently and guided him to her opening. It was all that was required. He did the rest of the work. Slowly and tenderly he fed his cock to her pussy, inch by inch.

He circled his hips and screwed in the last shallow inches before withdrawing and plunging deep again.

“Yes, Bella, yes,” he said as she hooked her legs up around him and locked his waist to her with her thighs. It was too much! It wasn't enough. Each hip thrust and jerking plunge sent her to the breaking point.

"Più duro--harder!Più veloce--faster! More, Gio! More!" she begged.

All of his masculine strength bore down on her. He said the most beautifully wicked things in her ear. Italian words that would make any man or woman run from a room blushing. And she smiled loving every decadent bit of him. He brought her toward the sweetest climax.

Mirabella didn't want it to end. The pleasure was too intense and gratifying. He kissed and sucked her neck. She could feel the bites leaving hickeys in his wake. And his thrusts were hard and fast just as she pleaded.

“Sono la tua puttanella--I am your little whore!” she chanted over and over again until he groaned through his release. And she moaned with misery as his cock slowly melted inside of her. Giovanni withdrew. Mirabella was so sweaty, moisture dropped from her lashes and into her eyes, temporarily blinding her. Her pussy throbbed. Her ass throbbed. The muscles in her thighs felt strained. It was over too quickly. He moved away from her. She felt it rather than saw it. It took her several long minutes to gather her strength and try to locate him. Giovanni sat up on the side of the bed panting. He seemed winded, disoriented. He put his face in his hands as if to stabilize his beating heart. In the dark, she could see the outline of him. She sat up and struggled to capture her breath. She looked at the welts on his back. At some point, she had scratched him, and a few were speckled with blood. She'd hurt him. But didn't it feel good? It had to have felt good to be with her again. She eased off the bed and found her robe through her tears of confusion. She put it on and then went in search of her night shirt.

"Stay," he commanded.

"I should get back to the kids," she said and swallowed the urge to cry.

"Stay, Bella. With me," he said.

She glanced back. He looked so tired, and she felt his defeat. She walked around the bed and sat next to him. She took his hand. She held it. Maybe this was the time she should tell him about her nightmares. Stop pretending at being okay. They sat there staring toward the window in silence. Hand in hand, time slipped away before he finally spoke.

"There's a doctor. A woman doctor in Firenze. I am thinking of bringing you to meet her."

"I don't want any more doctors." She tried to pull her hand away as she felt the insult spark a charge of anger inside her. He refused to let her hand go. He squeezed it.

"Per favore, Bella. For me. For the kids. See this doctor. She is not medical. She’s... a..."

"A what?" Mirabella asked.

"A psychologist," he said.

"So, you agree with me. I am crazy?" she asked, and her voice broke with confusion.

"I think some things have happened to you that you can't talk about with me. With any of us. I love making love to you. You know I do. But it's not enough. I feel it. Something is driving you away from letting me closer; I feel it."

"I swear it's not, Gio. I swear Kei didn't do anything to me; he didn't rape me," she wept.

“What? No. No, Bella, I didn’t mean that.”

“I’m the same! The same! Right?”

“Yes, sweetheart. Come here," he put his arm around her shoulder and held her, but it wasn't close enough. He guided her to his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and shivered.

"Is this what sex is about? You proving to me that you're the same?"

"I guess," she said softly.

"Oh Bella," he sighed.

"I see it in my dreams; I think I do. He, he did things to me that you don't know. Things I don't want you to know."

Giovanni held her close to him.

“Sweetheart, you are fine.”

“But you said the sex...”

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