Destino (29 page)

“No more,” she whispered to him forcing him to lower the fork to the plate. Her succulent bow shaped lips parted and her sweet tangy tongue slipped from her mouth to his. “I’d rather taste you,” she said within their kiss. And she did. He turned away from her mouth, and she brushed her kisses along his neck. Giovanni groaned, his lids fluttered shut.

“Finish, we haven’t had the main course yet.”

She sucked softly at his jugular and combed her fingers through his hair, moving seductively on his groin. Giovanni’s head went back. Mira began to unbutton his shirt easing her lush lips to the center of his neck and his throat. She rushed to insert her hands inside of his shirt and run her palms over his chest. The feel of her delicate hands was too much to bear.

“What are these tattoos on your body? What do they mean?”

“Growth, change, life. That’s what they mean.” He lifted his head and captured a kiss. It was more of a clashing of lips and tongue that had her whimpering and clinging to him. It was her turn to break the exchange.

“Each one has a meaning?” she asked, touching his cheek.

“Yes. And one day I’ll tell you the story.”

She brushed her lips over his. “I find you so strangely beautiful, and strong.” She said against his mouth. “I can’t wait to know all of you, Giovanni.”

He smiled. She grinned at him. Maybe things weren’t as glum as he previously thought. Maybe Lorenzo hadn’t betrayed the family or started a war with the Calderone’s. Maybe the delivery of his guns and the transport of them back out of the Amalfi coast didn’t require he hurt her business.

“What are you thinking about?”

“The future.” Giovanni reached for the glass. She sipped, swallowed and accepted the dark magenta Chianti until it filled her mouth and spilled from the corners down her chin and neck. A soft laugh escaped her. Mira licked her lips grinning. Giovanni kissed her chin and tasted her. He could feel her breaths deepen thanks to her soft breasts mashed against his chest. He barely returned the glass to the table he was so eager. He seized her by her thick hair and tilted her head back so he could lick the trace of wine from her neck. Trembling within his arms she dragged in a ragged breath and hoarsely replied: “How’s this even possible? You’ve almost convinced me to take you up on your offer.”

Giovanni chuckled and put his face into her heaving cleavage. He found her breasts to be the second softest part of her body. The first was the round ass riding his lap. “I’m still hungry,” she groaned, when he finally worked her nipple into his mouth. It was too late for food. He craved her now. Rising with her on his lap he toyed with the dark swollen peak of her left breast, and she lowered her legs clinging to him. He released her. She swayed a bit in his arms but stared up at him expectantly from under long bangs, as he carried her into the room.

“A quickie, then we eat?” she bargained.

He chuckled. His balls tightened and his dick pulsed by his zipper. “Tonight Bella, I’m going to fuck you. Nothing about it will be quick.”

She eased down his frame. Her hand smoothly traced his abdomen as she walked around him and went to the bed they would share. Giovanni watched her. The bed was two feet off the ground with large hand carved wooden pillars at each corner and a huge intricate headboard. She leaned forward, her hands gripping the edge, and her lush ass temptingly stretching the material of her dress. He tossed up the back of her dress and almost thought she was bottomless, until he saw the tiny triangle of the thong slip into her perfectly shaped ass at the crease. He hooked his finger under the trim and tore it from her. She looked back at him with her hair in her eyes. “What are you waiting for?”

Giovanni eased down his zipper and released himself in his hand. He rubbed the head of his cock against her ass, and she turned and stopped him. Their eyes met. “It’s a woman’s prerogative.”

“What is?”

“How she is fucked.”

Giovanni released his erection and her hand touched then circled his shaft. She worked it up and down slow and easy. “Sometimes she wants to do the fucking.”

“You have a saucy mouth.”

Mira laughed. “Wait until I learn Italian.” She stroked him harder.

He lifted his hands and raised them locking them behind his head.

“Allow me.”

From the first time she laid eyes on his long dick to this very moment she wanted to ease her mouth over it. Kei loved oral sex, and so did she, giving and receiving. Kei had been the only man she’d ever did the deed with. He however, was not hung like Giovanni. The cock before her felt like velvet wrapped around steel. She could stroke its smooth hardness for eternity. Mira took a deep breath and lowered to her knees.

A quick glance up and she caught Giovanni’s hard stare sharpen and narrow, shrinking into a slit. Did he disapprove? Mira blinked at him and his mouth stretched into a wide smile. He understood her intentions. He was so virile, handsome, could he get any sexier?

Tens of thousands of quivers trembled through her torso. Her nervousness and excitement made her light-headed. A ripple of pure desire coursed down her spine. Mira glanced up at him once more. Never breaking the connection they shared she traced her fingers down the veined shaft and grabbed it at the root. He stroked the top of her head and nodded his approval. She kissed the dimple at the center of the rounded tip. Using her tongue as a tease she did a swirl over the broad cap. She licked under the veined length and then took the head of his cock between her lips. Immediately she was filled with a fourth of him and taking in another inch slow and easy. Excitement seized her and was so intense she felt her hand shaking.

Giovanni moaned and clutched her hair, his hips thrusting, though she sensed his restraint to keep from ramming his cock too deep down her throat. Her hands sought his thighs, both of them thick with muscle. She remembered to breathe. She opened her mouth wider, relaxing her tongue to let him slide inside without a struggle. Her eyes fluttered shut. Her mouth watered and her blood heated in her veins. She drew air through her nostrils and inhaled his male sweat, both musky and earthy. It clung to his skin and the silky nest of pubic hairs that tickled her nose and top lip on her descent. Mira’s body felt hot, her nipples hard as bullets. She swallowed him down her throat.

“
Bambina!
Fuck!” he cried out, gripping her hair, not expecting her talent to take him this far. His voice was so gravelly textured she felt herself go wet and damp at her center.

She groaned with pleasure. Mira breathed noisily through her nostrils sucking hard then slow, taking him in and out. He started to pump his hips, and press to the back of her head. He was too long for such action, her jaws caught a cramp, but she withstood. He shoved past her tongue tapping her throat so she loosened her jaws and took him deeper.

“Fuck! Fuck! Yes! Yes!” Giovanni roared.

A powerful shudder went through his thighs and she could have sworn she heard him whimper. Her big bad Don, was whimpering like a baby. He began to groan and speak in Italian or Sicilian, or were they the same thing? She didn’t know. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her off him, her mouth was reluctant to release him. He yanked a bit harder drawing her hair back and she liked the rough play. Dazed, she struggled for focus for a few seconds, then their gazes locked. She licked her lips and stared up at him expectantly. There was something wildly predatory gleaming in his clear blues. She had taken him to the brink. He drew her up. His dick between them, his mouth crashed down on hers. His tongue penetrating and sliding deep inside; he had to taste himself on her tongue.

“I’m going to fuck you now.” He growled, throwing her over his shoulder he carried her across the room to the bed. She was tossed on top. Mira bounced and giggled. She tried to rise to undo the sash to her wrap around dress, but he dropped on her. “Leave it on. Damn dress has made me crazy all day. I want to fuck you in it.” He licked her mouth and chin capturing her wrists with one hand and stretching her arms above her. He insisted he have his way, and she didn’t mind. Their very first time he’d been much gentler. The second time she felt a bit of the beast of him. They were past the pretense now. She wanted all he had to give. The head of his cock found her entrance. He flexed his hips and drove inside her. A single thrust and he went balls deep into her. Her dress was gathered at her hips and the front of it pulled over to the side to reveal her left breast freed from the cup of her bra. He lifted his torso so he could see all of her splayed before him. His head lowered and he watched his dick slide in and out of her as he worked continual thrusts. Mira’s eyes fluttered shut, and she gave into the glorious feeling of being stretched and filled below. “Stay with me.”

She opened her eyes, and met his steady gaze.

His repeated thrusts sent heat swirling up and around her womb. She’d never had ravishment feel so glorious. Though her lids wanted to fall shut in submission once more she didn’t dare disobey his command. Instead she worked her lower half with him. His face lowered and his mouth suctioned her neck so hard she knew she’d be bruised in the morning, but he continued to deliver such pleasurable thrusts below it became a strange mix. Her legs were pinned back to her shoulders and she could barely work her hips beneath him. Then in a flash he withdrew and turned her over. Mira gasped, grabbing the sheets until they snatched free of the corners of the bed. He shot back in her and his wildly thrusting shaft stretched her channel unmercifully. His hot damp chest fell on top of her back and he fucked her fast, he fucked her slow, he fucked her with so much control she was crying out his name for release. And he did. Hot jets of sperm filled her as his cock jerked in her. She groaned and melted beneath him.

Giovanni lie perfectly still and Mira wept into her pillow. Never had she cried from such a pleasurable relief. Embarrassed by how wildly excited her body felt, she rubbed her tears away in the pillow as he withdrew.

“I think I’m in love.” He exhaled.

Mira's head lifted from the pillow. His chest was heaving hard and fast with his ragged breathing, but there was such a contented smile of satisfaction on his face she smiled. The truth was, no matter how incredibly, inexplicably, uncharacteristically irrational it was of her she had fallen hard and fast for this man. “That was intense.”

“It was wonderful,” he said, lifting his flushed face to smile into her eyes. “It was heaven.”

He lifted from her and rolled over to her side. “Hungry?”

“Yes!”

“I’ll bring the food to you.” He rose. She rolled to her side and studied him. He wanted her to stay. For how long? God she was tempted.

Lorenzo turned and Fabiana rolled up against his chest into his arms. He smiled and drew her into a snug embrace, his hand stroked her backside while he rested his chin on the top of her head. She was becoming a habit. One he didn’t plan to break. Dinner and dancing had recharged his battery. And her sex had him wanting to touch her skin in his dreams.

What the fuck did he care about work? Giovanni had cut his balls when he shut down Isabella’s, the gambling rooms and whores were gone. Now he was left with whatever scraps fell from the table. Hell Carlo saw more action on the front lines of dealing with business matters than him.

He closed his eyes and repressed his resentment. Fabiana had caught him by surprise. He wanted to fuck her, yes. But this, the coddling and dating was something he hadn’t done since his failed engagement. This beautiful Italian American woman drank wine to whiskey with him and laughed at his jokes. Then she fucked him every way he pleased. And even now she was blowing his mind. There was nothing to worry over. The phone rang. He frowned. His room had a private line that he shared with few. He fell to his back and reached in the dark for the ringing phone. Fabiana groaned, waking she eased on top of him. To his delight she started to kiss his chest and go lower easing down under the covers to wrap that beautiful mouth of hers around his dick.

“Hello?”

“You sleep?” Carlo asked.

“No.”

“Good.” He heard his best friend take a drag of something he was smoking, possibly marijuana. “We got trouble.”

“What else is new?”

“Calderone trouble. That is new.”

Lorenzo sat upright. He pressed the receiver end of the phone hard against his ear. He didn’t breathe, he didn’t blink, he waited.

“They think the stupid fucker is dead. I hear rumors Lo. Rumors Gio won’t like.”

Lorenzo expected the rumors. It was the truth he feared most. “And?”

“You clean?”

“What the fuck you ask me?” Lorenzo reclined back against his pillow just as Fabiana’s front teeth scraped his cock. He winced. She made it up to him with her sweet licks and kisses. Damn woman was killing him. No way his dick could summon the energy to respond.

“I’m just making sure. I have your back, I have to know if you’re dirty.”

“I’m clean. Fuck Calderone,
baggiano
! I can give a shit what’s happened to him.”

The line clicked off. Lorenzo dropped the phone. It dangled on its twisted cord. He arched his back from the bed as Fabiana sucked him hard and fast. To his surprise his body responded the way she instructed. Even in the midst of mind blowing pleasure, he knew the tide had turned. He had to be careful or lose it all.