Page 69 of Did My Heart Love Till Now?

I had not changed from the party. I reached to my back, unzipping my dress and let it fall to the cold, earthy stone patio. He watched intently as I unhooked my strapless bra, dropping it on top of my dress. Running my fingers over my hips, I hooked my fingers into the hem of my tiny lace thong.

“Leave it and come here.”

I sashayed over, stopping in front of him. He ran his fingertips over my exposed flesh. His lust-filled gaze raked over me from head to toe before focusing on my middle. He curled his fingers into the top of my panties and leaned forward, pushing his tongue to the center of the fabric.

I let out a moan as his tongue forced my slit open, finding my clit. He cupped my backside, pulling me against his face. The friction of the fabric on my sensitive pearl caused me to moan louder. Gavino was very skilled with every part of his body. And he loved my skills just as much.

To keep myself from erupting as his mouth assaulted my mound, I kneeled slowly between his legs. Maintaining eye contact with him, I reached up, taking the elastic of his sweatpants in my hands and pulling down. His thick, long shaft sprung out, slapping my lips as it came to a stop. Lifting my gaze, I smiled as he weaved his hand into my long strands of hair and squeezed his fist closed.

I held the base of his cock, licking the length then pressed my tongue to the tip. He let out a moan as I slowly engulfed him, creating a vibration as I let out an involuntary hum. He jerked my head away.

“No. You’re not going make me cum already. It’s been too long.”

“You’re the one who wanted to wait because you were too nice.” I teased.

“Come here.” He growled, gripping my wrist, and making me stand. He grabbed my panties and slid them off me quickly before heaving me to his lap.

I yelped, giggling as I collapsed forward, catching my balance on his shoulders. My nails dug into his flesh. His hands explored every part of my naked body as he forced me to his lips. My breath hitched and I felt his fingers between us, coaxing my tunnel open. Squeezing my hips, he slid me back and forth on his shaft, my wetness causing us both to almost lose ourselves again.

I could barely hang on now and rested my lips next to his ear. “I need you.”

He lifted me up and lowered me inch by inch onto his rigid thickness. I let out a loud moan as it had been too long, and he felt better than ever. His throbbing shaft mesmerized me the deeper he sank, bottoming out against my cervix.

“I missed this way too much.” He smiled against my lips before kissing me gently.

Mmm. I hummed into his mouth. “Fuck me…hard.”

He wrapped his arms around my waist, picked me up, and laid me across the couch. Crawling between my legs, he sank himself deep into my core. I cupped his bottom in my palms, digging my nails into his muscles. His chiseled biceps flexed as he held himself over me, pumping in and out of my tunnel fast and hard. I pulled him tighter against me.

“Look me in the eyes, Sofia.”

I gripped his massive arms, lifting my gaze to his. I could not hold back any longer. His brown eyes sparkled under the ambient lighting in the propane fire pit close by. A cool gust of wind wafted through the air, causing me to inhale his cologne deeply. My body started to shake. I arched my back and let out a loud cry as we rode the waves of powerful ecstasy.

My body relaxed and he lowered himself, kissing my breasts. Smiling, he gazed into my eyes, licking his lips. I panted, trying to catch my breath. A groan came from the baby monitor, and he twisted, looking at the screen.

“Go take a long, hot bath.” He pressed his lips to my forehead. “I’ll go get her.”

Gavino had turned into a wonderful leader. While he was respected by most, he was also feared beyond the walls of our estate. Word had traveled to crime families across the world that he had killed my dad, but along with it, the rumor circulated he was heartless enough to order the death of his own father. None of us ever corrected the rumor. We let it go.

He had also turned out to be an amazing father. His little princess melted his heart and she had him wrapped around her tiny finger already. He promised me he would never treat her unfairly and would set the standard for the man she should marry one day, if he did not kill the guy for looking at her first.

My husband, the man who swore he wanted me to leave him alone, now could not get enough of me. We made a promise to each other. No matter what came our way, we were in it together.

As I removed my clothes in the closet before my bath, I remembered that he had once given me a note. Shortly after, so many events transpired that I was never able to read it. I racked my brain remembering what I had been wearing that day. Ah yes. I sped to the bottoms I had on and reached in the pocket. Of course, the note had been washed but was somehow still legible. I opened it carefully and read it.

I trusted him with everything in me. I tucked the note into a box of keepsakes and strolled into the master bathroom. My phone vibrated across the counter. I glanced to see my mother was calling me from Florida. She had moved there after my father died. She wanted to get far away. I would have to call her back later. For now, I needed to enjoy my bath.

As I slid into the gigantic soaker tub, I clutched his rosary in my hand. I still wore it often. I gazed down at my new engagement ring. He was notorious for hiding things. I took the ring off, checking the band for engraving. Sure enough, as tiny as could be, words were etched into the white gold.

Did my heart love till now?

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