Page 54 of La Dolce Vita

There were times when he wished she wasn't so beautiful, so exciting and unpredictable, so deeply rooted in his heart that just her slow dancing with him in his arms made his dick hard. How could he stay focused when all he could think of was proving to her that he'd be the best husband and father he could be?

She reached behind her and eased the zipper down from the summer dress she wore. It peeled away from her curves. The swell of her small belly wasn't distracting. In fact, the curves had extended to her heart shaped hips and silky thighs. Her breasts were a size larger, the dark nipples swollen ripe. Lorenzo's chest expanded around a deep, inward breath when his gaze lowered. What he wanted to do was fuck her like he used to before they got married. When she fought him at every turn. He'd drag her across the mattress and pin her up against the headboard to eat at her lovely pussy until his throat went dry. Then he'd fucked her until the legs of the bed broke, and they'd left a permanent imprint of their bodies in the mattress.

It was the kind of passion that convinced him he would never take another woman to bed. He pulled his shirt over his head as his pants dropped to his knees. She knelt to help him step out of them and his shoes.

"This means everyone will know you're married to a Mancini," she glanced up at him as she led him to the bed.

"Yes. All those fuckers who mock Gio and me for marrying you and your sister because you're black will have to eat their words when they find out you're Sicilian."

"Half-Sicilian. And I consider myself black American, one hundred percent," she teased him.

"Sicilian blood is in your veins. Consider yourself what you want, but that is a fact. You are my destiny," he said joining her on the bed. "And the bullets in my gun are your brother's future."

She chuckled. "So, you're a tough guy?"

"You bet your sweet pussy I am," he winked.

Marietta always had a fascination with his cock. Her hand sought it often when he slept. She tugged or pulled on it whenever she pleased, and he didn't mind. Especially since she had to jack him off a few times when the sex between them became less frequent.

She licked her lips and held on as she slid down his body. She rubbed the side of her face across his erection. She opened her mouth and used her tongue, not her hands, to coax his length between her lips. His groin tightened into a pretzel knot. He cupped the back of her head. Her curls were silky and soft. His fingers sank into their lush thickness. He thrust his hips to spear his cock down her throat. And his beautiful wife swallowed instead of choked.

There was a gentle suction of his dick. A painful tease to punish him for his aggression. He knew she could do much more, and she would do much more. Lorenzo groaned in his throat and pulled her hair to command her to swallow more. She did not. She sucked and licked him at her pace.

"Mmm, yes, later for this!" he groaned and pulled her off him. He swore he heard her laugh. She wanted to play. Now he was so riled up there would be no turning back. He slid his hands beneath her fat butt cheeks, and then parted them as she hooked her legs around the back of his thighs. Swirling his hips, he screwed into her in slow, shallow circles that had him gritting his teeth because she was so wet and hot inside. The urge to slam all seven inches of dick inside gripped him, but he suppressed it.

He loved her nice and smooth. Like a husband should.

Her breath hitched.

Her lips parted in that lovely way they did when she struggled to take in pleasure and air at the same time. He thrust in deeper and reached that sweet spot that made her inner thighs tremble.

"Ride me,cara, make it good for mebambina," he said.

She nodded her obedience. He rolled to his back and helped her sit up. She must have climaxed from his deep plunges because the pussy was so wet. She shivered and panted hard. He had slipped out of her during the position change. She reached and gripped his dick to hold it still. He winced but didn't complain. She guided him to her entrance and slid down his shaft like a pro.

He gripped her hips, mindful not to hold on too tight. The walls of her sex cinched tightly around his erection, and she glided up and down on him with her hands flat against his chest. Lorenzo closed his eyes and enjoyed the way she moved her hips and ass like a belly dancer. Bouncing, rolling and then thrusting back and forth before doing the ritual over and over again. She dug her nails into his chest, and he gripped her hips tighter than a vice. He squeezed his eyes so tightly he saw stars as he pitched over into the climatic explosion building in his groin. He roared too loudly when he came. She put her hand over his mouth to silence him and they both shared a laugh. He was too shaken to object. He just shuddered deep and suffered through shocking spasms in his dick and groin. She dropped on him, and her long curls immediately covered his face. He inhaled her scent and smiled. This was his life. He loved his life. He loved her. For the first time in a long time, he had it all.

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"Knock, knock," Marietta said.

Catalina looked up from her packing and zipped her bag shut. "Come in."

"Oh good I caught you before dinner. Packed?" Marietta asked. "Is this all you're taking?"

"Yep!" Catalina said. "I'm not staying long. Two days. Visit Francesca and thenZiaJosefina andZioVito."

"And Rosetta?" Marietta sat on the bed.

Catalina began to curse in Italian tossing her makeup into her little zipper bag. Marietta laughed. She loved it when Catalina was fired up. "We're headed to Florence in the morning to meet this doctor. I should go to Sicily and then Paris with you. Especially since Lorenzo said he's going to pay Armando a visit."

"He is?" Catalina asked.

"Business," Marietta waved it off.

"You and Armando still close?" Catalina cut her gaze over to Marietta as she continued to fold clothes.

"We were never close. I just... well he's still my brother, so there's that," Marietta said.

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