Amore (7 page)

“You smell so nice, Bella, come closer,” he said. He scooted his chair back and turned it so she could stand between his parted legs. He untied the front of her robe. His nose brushed the transparent trimmed fuzz just above the lips of her vagina. He kissed her there. She had the prettiest pussy, and he’d seen plenty of pussy as a man. In fact he was a man who appreciated the unique physical qualities of his woman. He’d wage war and cut throats over this woman, and he had.

Giovanni stood. His wife was forced to step back so he could. She went for his tie first. He stared down at her hands as she ran the silk tie through the knot and pulled it free of his neck. She tossed it aside. She smoothed her hands over his chest to help him shrug off his blazer. And when it dropped she unbuttoned his shirt. He didn’t bother to stop or offer assistance. While she worked on his belt and lowered his zipper, he touched her damp, crinkly hair. It took the longest time for moisture to leave her hair once wet. But he liked it best this way, the curls were tight and spiral looking. The texture was different than his own. Eve had fine silky curls. Bella’s hair thickened, puffed, frizzed from the root to the ends like his sons’. He let his fingers sink into her tresses, and her head went back. Her lovely golden brown irises, under thick lashes, snared his heart. She eased her hand in the front of his pants and touched his dick.

“For me?” she asked as she gave it a tug.

“Mmm,” he moaned, unable to respond.

“You shouldn’t stay away so long, Giovanni. It’s not healthy for either of us,” she said.

Her husband smiled.

His gaze bore into her, glittering with triumph.

“I’ll make it a habit not to,” he replied.

The robe came off her shoulders. His trousers dropped to his ankles. She went to her knees and pulled down on his boxers. Mirabella literally let go a deep exhale of appreciation when his erection sprang free. She ran her hands up both sides of his muscular, hairy, thighs.

“Come ti va?”
she asked him what he was in the mood for. She hoped he’d prefer she take him down her throat. She loved his cock. The smell of it, the texture of its veined rigid skin over her tongue excited her. Her mouth went dry and her gaze slowly climbed up his length to look into his face. He looked down at her and his violet blue eyes sparkled like the rare gems they were. Mirabella didn’t need permission. He belonged to her—cock and all. She flicked her tongue at the dimpled head of his dick and it tasted salty. She swallowed the head of his dick and then more. He gripped her hair and pushed and pulled as his dick glided over her tongue and reached into her throat.

“Leccalo! Succhiami!”
He demanded she suck him faster. Mirabella complied. Her lids fluttered and her jaws caved with tension from suctioning and then swallowing. He pulled her hair, not hard, only to instruct the rhythm of a good cock suck. And then she sensed his breakdown and released him from her mouth. Slowly she stood. As soon as he could reach her, he drew her up into his arms for a kiss.

The woman could still make him crazy. Though the bed was only a step away from them he lifted her in his arms. Bella laughed lightly when he tossed her playfully on top.

“I’m going to make you pay for that!” she teased and shook her finger at him. He toed out of his shoes and stepped out of his pants and underwear trapped at his feet. She scooted back to the pillows. She parted her knees. Bella used her pointer finger with a beckoning gesture. He greeted her between her thighs first. His tongue gently plied apart the lips of her sex, and his fingers spread the top folds wider to reveal her clit. Giovanni inhaled her feminine fragrance. He lifted his gaze to see her slowly sinking into the pillow, and the dark berry tips of her breasts undulate upward with a deep intake of breath. He licked his two fingers and inserted them in her pussy. Bella was tight for him. He groaned with lust. And then he teased her clitoris into his mouth for sucking. The harder he sucked and finger fucked her, the more he enjoyed her reaction. Her ass began to move in circular motions up off the bed sheet. He could tease and please her this way all evening. But his cock’s aches became unbearable.

He eased up her, running his tongue over her pussy to her navel. All the while he kept the rhythm of his fingers delving in and out of her channel.

“Giovanni…
dammelo… dammelo…
” she pleaded.

He loved it when she begged to be fucked. He lost his concentration when her plump nipples brushed his chest. Drawn to the breasts he loved to suck, he lightly bit her nipple with his teeth and she hissed. He kissed away the sting and sucked the morsel into his mouth. His two fingers tunneled further into her tightness. Three babies later, the snug fit of their union went unchanged. He withdrew his fingers. She opened her eyes and looked at him, still moving and pumping her pussy up against his groin under the pangs of ecstasy shocking her channel. He hovered with his hands pressed to the headboard unable to resist the challenge gleaming in her eyes.

His cock surged against her opening, and his shaft plunged deep. His pelvis pressed against hers. She would have spread those warm thighs of hers and welcomed him in if his knees hadn’t settled on either side of them and kept them closed. She ran her hands up and down the sides of his chest and lifted her head to flick her tongue at his nipple as he gave her another thrust and sank deep.

“Yes, mmm, yes,” she groaned.

Giovanni clenched his ass and pumped his pelvis to give and receive the ultimate pleasure of loving his woman. Breathing between them broke apart like sobs, as he fucked her harder and harder. Pleasure burst from her in a startled cry, and he dropped on her to take over. However, all her warmth and softness weakened him. She seized the moment. They rolled on the bed. She straddled him. Giovanni closed his eyes, rocked by the wicked swirls of her hips.

“Talk to me, baby… please,” she begged as she arched her back and gripped his knees. She rose and fell on his cock with mounting speed.

“I love the way your pussy smells, then you move it, like this,” he groaned.

“Mmm…” she said. “Yes, say more,” She dropped forward and began her rhythmic rise and fall.

“This is how a real woman fucks her man,” he said. “Fuck! Fuck!” he panted. He gripped her hips to keep from releasing. She groaned and kept putting her little maneuvers on him. He pressed his palm to her pelvis and the other just above the curve of her ass. With this control he stilled her and was able to thrust into her with hard bangs. It made her crazy with excitement. Giovanni smiled as she clawed at his chest and cried out for mercy.

“Oh, oh, it feels so good, oh…” she panted.

He bit down on his tongue and kept with his counter maneuvers, putting her pussy in distress. But he was no man of steel. He could only endure so much, and soon his hold slipped and his own passion consumed him.

“Mannaggia!”
he breathed and flipped his wife. She gasped at the roughness. He was too far-gone to care. He pinned her leg over his shoulder and fucked her until his entire body seized and every drop of his seed was spent. Exhausted he dropped his face in the crook of her neck and shoulder. He lowered her leg and lay there for several moments, struggling to capture a breath.

She whispered she loved him and was glad he was home. He drifted on the whispers with his cock still in her.

**

“Helloooooooo? Has anyone seen my husband?” Marietta knocked. She peeked inside the room. Lorenzo looked up from his ledger. He’d forgotten the time. He’d only intended to visit his office for a few minutes and then join his wife in the shower.

“Forgive me, Marie. I got distracted.”

She came inside and closed the door. “Aww, honey! Are you seriously working? Tonight? I’ve missed you. You’ve been gone for three weeks. What the hell could be more important than me?”

“Nothing,” he smiled. “It’s just Dominic is trying to make Giovanni question me again, and if I don’t come up with a plan to shut him the fuck up I’ll—” The words lodged in his throat when his eyes drank in her sex appeal. Marietta wore a peach satin robe that tied around her curves nicely. She had scooped her wild locks up into a messy ponytail to the back of her head. Her face was free of makeup, it made her look younger. How many nights when he was away did he pull and tug on his dick until it was raw because he missed her so much? He had been neglectful. It wasn’t his fault entirely. Giovanni trusted him now. And he wanted to prove to his cousin that he was more than a fist. He had brains too. He was just as loyal as Dominic. Hell if he could find a legitimate business win for the family it would give him all the respect he needed. He could be the one to help Giovanni take the family into the future. First he had to set a trap to gain control over Mancini’s business. And he was close. Maybe his wife could get him closer.

“I want you to come with me now!” she pleaded.

“I need to talk to you first,” he extended his hand.

She came over and sat on the edge of the desk. She lifted her foot and put it on his lap so that her robe opened and he saw between her inner thighs.

“Damn
bambina
!” Lorenzo chuckled.

“See something you like?” she asked. She leaned back on her hands. Lorenzo smiled. But she would not distract him.

“Have you been in contact with Armando Mancini behind my back again?” Lorenzo asked. He ran his hand over her foot and caressed her ankle.

Her naughty smile dimmed. “Honey, I only—”

“Don’t lie to me, woman,” he said in a low serious voice. “You know I know the answer before you speak,” he warned.

“He’s my brother. A few conversations over the phone is all. We’re trying to fix things between us.”

“Fix things?” Lorenzo picked up her foot and began to massage it. “What kind of conversations are these?” he asked.

“Nothing personal or about your business. I swear. Just stuff about Mirabella and me. He tells me stories about… my father. I should have listened to Mira when she begged me to talk to Marsuvio before he died. I regret it now, Lo. No matter how evil he was, he created me out of love.”

“Or rape,” Lorenzo said.

“What did you say?”

“I’m sorry, Marie. My mouth gets ahead of my brain,” he replied.

“You’re an asshole.” She tried to pull her foot away but he gripped her ankle tighter to keep her still.

Lorenzo tugged on her foot. “Go on. Tell me what’s wrong. I’m listening.”

“I need… sometimes I need to understand why the things I’ve been through happened to me. Don’t you?”

“You said I was all you needed,” Lorenzo reminded her. “On our first anniversary what did I give to you?”

She pressed her lips together. Her large eyes watered with the brink of tears. She didn’t answer.

“What did I give to you, Marie?” he demanded.

“You killed that bastard Octavio Leone for me. My adoptive father. You gave me my revenge,” she said and a few of her tears spilled. Not in sadness or grief. They spilled because she felt joy over such a heartfelt gesture. He sent Renaldo to America to do the deed. And one call home confirmed it. Octavio was executed coming out of a local neighborhood bar. Lorenzo made sure Renaldo told him why before the bullet split his skull. “It was the sweetest gift I’ve ever received. I… I’m grateful.”

Lorenzo smiled. “So why look elsewhere, for happiness when I’m your husband? Your protector.”

Marietta nodded her head in agreement.

“I want an answer, Marie,” Lorenzo demanded.

She sighed. “All I need is you, Lorenzo. That doesn’t change the fact that I want to know who I am. I have family. A history. Hell I’m part Sicilian. That’s something I never knew. Armando and I talk about a family, a very powerful family I was born from. That’s all. If you want me to stop I will.”

“You’re lying to me. You think I can’t tell?” his gaze sharpened. Marietta couldn’t counter. No one knew her rebellious nature better than him. He could raise hell and put his fist through every wall in Melanzana, and the damn woman would do whatever settled in that thick skull of hers. Not many men in his world would put up with a wife that tested him as much as his
cara
. He wasn’t like most men. And when it came to women, only one that equaled him in strength and stubbornness could own his heart.

Marietta owned him.

“Let’s not fight, sweetheart. I’m sick of talking about Armando. Fuck me, baby.” She scooted over. She removed her foot from his hand and placed each foot on either side of his chair. Her knees parted and the treasure before him made his loins tight with lust. Marietta untied her robe. Damn woman left the room with nothing underneath. He shook his head in admiration. “Didn’t you miss me, Lo? Haven’t you missed me, baby?” she said. She moved from the desk to straddle him in the chair. The heat of her pussy pressed down on his bulge.

“Mmm, you did miss me,” she whispered in his ear. Her tongue dipped inside and did a lovely swirl. Lorenzo exhaled through his nose. “You leave all of this home waiting for you, and the first thing you do is work in your office? Naughty husband,” she shook her head with disappointment. She began to unfasten his belt with her knees awkwardly pushed through the opening on either side of the chair.

He grabbed her by the chin and forced her to look into his eyes. But her fingers worked fast to down his zipper and pull out this cock. “I won’t forbid you from talking to him. Or even seeing him, which I know you already have.”