Page 58 of Destino

Melting warmth drew him deeper. His teeth ground together as he flexed and pumped his hips rapidly to drive himself deeper into her. Her channel hotly fit him like a wet glove, which got tighter and tighter. There was no stopping. He knew he was a demanding lover. He’d had girlfriends in the past complain about his appetite. She never did. His breathing harsh against her ear, he quickened his pace and prayed she’d forgive his rough manner. He dropped his head and bit her shoulder to hold on. Her flesh was soft and sweet in his mouth; he balled his fists tight to keep from hurting her and breaking skin. His balls were so tight now they ached, as did every muscle in the back of his thighs, buttocks, and along his pelvis.

“Oh!” She cried out, and he summoned more control. Slowing his thrusts to push her closer to bliss and not the frenzied madness swirling in his head, everything shattered, including him.

Giovanni’s face was pressed into the pillow to the side of her head. He struggled to summon his breath. She soothed him by running both hands up and down his back.

“Giovanni,” she wheezed.

Immediately, he shifted his weight. Giovanni, however, couldn’t release her nor escape the warmth they generated under the covers. This was the closest he’d been to heaven in a long time. The beautiful woman in his arms smiled up at him. Her scarf slipped back to reveal the natural wavy texture of the roots of her hair. He touched her face and kissed the tiny mole to the left of her nose on her cheek. “You amaze me. I could stay like this. Forever.”

“Mmm, me too,” she agreed. She elevated her hips a bit beneath him. Reluctant, but concerned over her discomfort, he withdrew, semi-erect, and dropped over to his left side. Mira’s hand went to the bruise on her shoulder, and he felt a pang of regret.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked.

She smiled and shook her head no, and then bolted right up. “Dammit, we didn’t use protection.”

Giovanni reached and grabbed the scarf to pull it free of her hair. He tossed it to the floor. “Why do you wear this?”

Without a word, she escaped the bed and hurried to her bathroom. Unlike his room, her drapes were open. Moonlight bathed over her flawless body when she escaped him. He had only a glimpse of the lush curve of her backside. Touching himself under the covers, he wished his dick could get hard again, but this time she had drained him dry. He listened as water ran until his lids felt heavy with fatigue. The exhaustion of the day returned, and he felt himself slip under its pull.

“Giovanni?”

A warm wet cloth wiped over his dick. He squinted up at her. She wore a robe and again tied her hair down in a silk scarf. Mira completed her task then folded the rag and set it aside. “Come to me.” He reached for her before she fully turned away. She joined him under the covers without resistance.

“Are you okay? Earlier, things got a bit intense,” she said, her voice meek, almost shy of the hard edged woman she liked to portray. Giovanni didn’t answer. He really was in no mood to talk. Instead he brought her body to his and curled around her curves until his leg was over her thighs and his face was buried in the sweet cushion of her breasts. She said a few more things. Talked of how an ex-lover never made her feel this desired, things he catalogued for future reference. After listening and enjoying the melody of her voice and rapidly beating heart, he grunted a response. Sleep had never been this welcomed.

Fresh and re-energized Mira turned over with a smile on her face. She reached for her lover to find he had already gone. Her eyes flipped open. It was becoming a nasty habit. Here one minute and gone the next. She shook her head and expelled a deep frustrated breath. A sharp sting ripped through her left shoulder and she touched the tenderness. Things had gotten out of hand with them last night. He kept apologizing through the night for the bite. Though the pain was numb and not really too discomforting, the desperation in his lovemaking made her worry. The knocking at her door drew her attention. She soon realized it was the knocking that brought her out of her sleep. She covered herself and sat up on her pillows.

“Come in.”

“Morning sleepy head.”

“Morning,” she yawned.

“Get up,” Fabiana said. She waved car keys in front of her. “The men had a meeting this morning, so I have the keys to the Spider. It’s cuter than the Ferrari. Let’s go have some fun.”

“No Fabiana, I’m exhausted.” Mira rolled away.

“Giovanni said you were.”

Mira frowned. She looked back over her shoulder at her grinning friend. Fabiana nodded. “He told me to let you sleep in. Oh and get this. He announces that we’re going to his villa in Sorrento. You’re okay with this?”

“The man sure does think he knows what I want,” she rolled her eyes.

“Uh oh, somebody is a grumpy puss!” Fabiana teased.

“Where is he gone to now? Every night he’s here, but I swear the man must be allergic to the sun because once it’s up he’s gone.” She snapped her finger. “Just like that.”

Fabiana shrugged. “He had one of his goons wake up Lorenzo over an hour ago and demand he get dressed to come with him.”

Mira gave up. She sat back on to her pillows and removed her headscarf. “Oh.”

“Come on girl! If we’re leaving today, let’s go out and have a bit of fun.” Fabiana stopped at the side of the bed and picked up her tossed aside camisole. “Unless you’re too tired for fun?”

Mira snatched the garment from her, suppressing a smile.

“Would you please leave? I’ll meet you downstairs in an hour.”

“Mira? What happened to your shoulder?” Fabiana asked.

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