Page 36 of Ti Amo

“It’s been awhile, and I had a baby. My body’s different.”

Ridiculous!Giovanni suppressed a smile. He struggled to get a hold of his desires, and she feared the lovely changes to her body made her less desirable? He could barely get his dick to relax. Every fiber in his being wanted more. He denied himself the pleasure of release because the night was early. But his groin and chest were so tight he found himself heaving breaths through his nose. Her hips were a bit fuller and her breasts a little larger, but those were additions that he liked. Her skin was still the rich color of baked cinnamon and her beauty unchanged. “I know you had a baby. You had my baby, and it’s sexy to me. Don’t ever hide your body when we are alone. I love this body.”

He forced her hands down and eased the dress off her shoulders. She reached behind her back and unfastened her bra. It loosened and slipped away. He lowered his gaze to her thin panties. As if under his instruction she slowly tugged them off the bend of her hips and let them drift down to her knees, then ankles before stepping out in her spiked heels. She moved from the sofa toward the stairs and slowly began to climb. The evening sun disappeared into the horizon. The sky was streaked in deep purples and soft shades of orange. At the upper level all that awaited was a bed fit for a king on a raised circular platform. The previous owner was a designer out of Milan. He failed to repay a debt, so this place instead of his life was offered to Giovanni as compensation. He hated it on sight at first. But when thinking of a place untouched by others to take her too, this was the first to come to mind. He’d never spent a night in the bed and the other rooms weren’t done. His gaze was trained on the sweet sway of her backside. She glanced back at him. He followed, unbuttoning his shirt and cuffs.

Mira stopped at the bed, and then crawled over the pristine white sheets on all fours. She gave him another seductive wink from over her shoulder. Giovanni shed his shirt. His pants, shoes and socks went off next. She stretched out on the blanket and rolled over, running her hands over her curves. He took a moment to stare at her. She looked absolutely beautiful with the trim hairs over her sex and smooth flawless skin covering her breasts, flat tummy and shapely thighs. Even her calves and the curves of her ankles turned him on. He started with her feet and took one into his hand. Slow and gentle he massaged the center of her foot with his thumbs pressing in then moving outward in a circular fashion. She enjoyed it. Giovanni kissed her ankle and his tongue rolled over it tracing the shape. He parted her legs and pulled her down to the edge of the bed. Kneeling he explored the sensitive pink walls between the lip of her sex with his tongue.

“Mmm, yes,” she sighed.

Without hesitation he buried his face in her soft mound. He watched how she responded to his sucking and nibbling on her swollen clitoris. When his tongue dove into her center she arched from the bed, her mouth gaping in a silent cry of pleasure. If he could chuckle he would. But his eyes fluttered shut and his senses were overwhelmed by her arousal. He ran his tongue up along her inner walls and then gently coaxed her button out of the hood of her labia to draw it between his teeth once more. His tongue then lashed and fondled her until her ass bounced on the sheets. After several swipes of his tongue he fastened his lips over her clit and sucked in a steady rhythm. Mira lost it. She clawed at his head trying to slow his assault. He continued until she unleashed for him with her entire body trembling and her bones going rigid.

Even as her orgasm waned she chanted his name. Giovanni eased over her, covering her body with his. He raised himself with his elbows while grinding his erection down on the silky heat he stirred between her thighs.

Mira gazed at him with half-opened eyes and noticed his ragged breathing, the way the muscles in his neck and lower jaw tightened with restraint. Her body braced for more. He brushed his lips over hers and then kissed her neck and went further. The tickles his beard gave her as his chin and jaw brushed down over her chest had her smiling. He sucked her left nipple until she was pumping her aching center up against his lower abdomen. “More, give me… some more,” she wheezed.

He guided her legs around his waist. In one deft move he thrust rock hardness deep inside of her.

“Yeeeessss…” she hissed.

Mira moved her hips in steady timing, keeping up with his natural rhythm. Together, this way, was unbelievably sublime for her. He dropped on her and started to thrust harder and harder. He sucked her shoulder, then kissed his way up to her neck. He sucked harder and she could feel bruising pain mix sweetly with the pleasure shocks from his lunging cock deep between her legs. Rotating her hips and squeezing her thighs, she instructed him in the ways needed to bring forth the orgasm that he held from her.

“Oh... oh... oh…” she panted when his thrusting became frenzied, and so fast she felt herself come apart. Giovanni sucked hard on her shoulder and unleashed. Weak, Mira slipped into submission and rode the wave of ecstasy. They both collapsed.

“We aren’t done,” he said.

“Yes we are!” she panted.

He scooted them up the bed, and she summoned the energy to get under the covers. “It feels like I’ve never lost you,” Giovanni said.

“You sound surprised.” She turned over and ran her hand over his sweaty chest.

“I am. I don’t know. Being content is something I’m going to have to get used to.”

“Yes. Let’s get used to it together,” she sighed. They lay in silence, and she drifted to the sound of his heartbeat.

“I really made a mess of things, Bella,” he said and her eyes opened. “I’ve managed to alienate so many. Without Flavio I’ve done things I’m not proud of.”

Mira wasn’t sure how to respond. It was rare that he lowered his guard and discussed his business around her. Should she listen or comment? She peeked up at him. His gaze was trained on the ceiling above. She decided to do both. Her hand slid up his chest and she reached to caress his scruffy jaw. “What is the problem between you and Lorenzo?”

“He can’t be trusted, speaking out of turn to you is just the beginning. I wouldn’t be surprised to know he’s somewhere scheming and plotting now. I love him Bella. He’s my blood. But he’s disappointed me so many times. Fabiana would be alive if he hadn’t been so reckless, and then of course I wouldn’t have missed the birth of mybambina.”

Mira rested her chin on his chest running the tip of her finger over his lips. “I do think he loves you too. But you men, especially you two, are very complicated in how you show your loyalties. I think he had motives in telling me what he did.”

Giovanni nodded. “Yes. I can’t trust anyone.”

“That’s not true, Giovanni.”

He smiled looking down at her. “Of course I trust you, Bella. There is just so much we can share in this. Not because I’m excluding you out of my life. If I’m silent you have to know I’m protecting you from my life.”

“I’m not talking about me. You can trust Domi. Isn’t he yourconsiglierenow?”

Giovanni heaved a deep sigh. “Domi’s young and inexperienced.”

“What he lacks in age he makes up for in heart. He’s loyal, and he’s smart.”

Giovanni laughed. “Listen to you. You don’t know Domi.”

“I know him.”

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