La Sposa (30 page)

“
Are you ready?” he
asked

“
Yes,” she exhaled.

He placed a hand to her left knee, giving it a
squeeze. And then pushed it down, opening her further.

“
Bella?”

“
Yes.”

“
There are things we’ve never
tried. Things we’ve never shared.” He drew his fingers down her
knee and traced them along her inner thigh all the way to her core.
“You’re my wife now.” His two middle fingers swiped between the
lips of her splayed pussy. “I’ll need to have all of you.” He
pressed the pad of his thumb against her clit. She jerked
convulsively. “Do you understand my meaning?”

Dazed a bit with his fingers stimulating her,
she couldn’t gather her thoughts to make sense of his request. What
more could she possibly give?

“
Io sono tuo.,”
She answered
that she was his. He had effectively worked up her arousal to a
fevered pitch.

“
If we were truly alone, I’d help
you understand.” He pinched her clitoris with a little bit more
pressure than she expected, and Mira’s eyes opened
wider.

“
I’ve never held back from you,
Giovanni,” she said, wishing he’d just take her and be done with
it.

“
But I have,” he said, as his eyes
bore down on her. “I’ve held back for many reasons.”

Concerned, she made to sit up from her
recline, but he gently pushed her back to her vulnerable position
with his hand flat to her tummy. “Don’t misunderstand me, Bella.
Our sex life isn’t lacking. I’m a man who knows my limits, and I’ve
had plenty of practice to know yours.”

“
You think you know me that well?”
she smiled.

He gave her a single nod. “I was so afraid of
losing you again when I found you, exploring our passions wasn’t a
priority. Making you my wife was. Now you’re mine,” he said with
such finality, she had to smile.

“
Yes, Giovanni, I’m
yours.”

She searched his face, looking for a clue as
to where this all would lead. Here she was open for him, literally,
and he was trying to prepare her. For what?

“
I’m not going
anywhere.”

“
I’ve made sure of
that.”

She obediently leaned further back and closed
her eyes. When his mouth covered her pussy for a lasting kiss she
exhaled deeply. Her hot and needy desire pulsed in her core and
trumped any trepidation over his warning that they’d go as far as
he liked. Right now, she just wanted to feel him moving in and out
of her. His lips brushed her outer folds, and his tongue took long
swipes and deep plunges. His tongue would have to suffice. Mira
gyrated her hips, pushing her sex into his face. The tension coiled
tighter around her g-spot, and she feared she’d release too early
in the game. Giovanni stalled her. He moved on her, leaving her
quaking for more of him. His wicked tongue swept inside her mouth.
She could hear the rip of his zipper, and the nudge of his cockhead
sent an earthquake through her channel, dividing her to her
core.

Giovanni sensed the awakening flames of desire
in her and reveled in this moment, a moment of pure male
satisfaction. He thrust into her tight heat and drew in a deep
soul- drenching breath. He intended to control himself, though his
knees were weak, and every muscle in his ball sack coiled tight.
There had never been any woman in his life as a sexual partner that
he completely trusted enough to accept the feelings of pleasure
that sex brought as a binding for love. That was until he met his
Mirabella.

“
If I want to fuck your mouth, will
you let me?”

“
Yes!” she cried out, moving with
him.

“
And if I want to fuck your pretty
little ass, will you let me?”

“
Yes! Yes, Giovanni, God yes.
More!” She clawed at his shirt and shoulders to bring him down on
her. Her breathing became more and more hurried, causing her
breasts to jiggle. He thrust hard and fast, impaling her, releasing
her, impaling her pussy again. He stopped short of letting her
orgasm.

“
Can I release all over these
titties?” he teased.

“
More!” She nearly screamed it out,
forgetting their place. He now moved slow and easy out of her
desire- slickened vagina. Mira shook her head from side to side,
releasing the curls she wore so neatly pinned to the back of her
head. Giovanni rose out of his lean and held her hips. Like a good
wife, she wrapped her legs around his waist. He continued to thrust
in and out of her with slow easy moves, letting the tension of
dominance swell unbearably tight in his chest. Giovanni squeezed
his eyes shut for control. He swore her pussy was softer, warmer,
and wetter than he’d ever explored before.

The orgasm came on them like a tidal wave,
powerful, debilitating. It was an unequal balance of emotion and
physical lust. For the first time in a very long series of
disappointments, he finally left his heart open to receive faith,
love, and happiness. Mira shuddered beneath him, and he dropped
over her with tears under his closed lids. He wiped them across her
sweaty shoulder, concealing his weakness from her. And she clung to
him. Giovanni kissed her cheek. “We aren’t done, Bella.”

“
I know. It was just the
antipasti
.”

Giovanni chuckled and held her. “Stay with me
always.
Resta sempre con me.
”

She laughed lightly. “I’m never going to let
you go, baby.”

On the Plane –

Catalina closed the yellow folder of
instructions. Her eyes burned from reading under the tiny lamp. The
entire passenger cabin was dark except for the overhead lights. She
glanced at Dominic, who read from a folder with his glasses on. And
then her gaze swiveled to the other passengers asleep in first
class.

“
Domi?”

“
Mmm,” he answered, focused on
documents with tiny print.

“
Domi,” she said, sliding her hand
over his thigh. His gaze slipped over to her. “Join me,” she
winked. She unfastened her seatbelt and eased out into the aisle.
She looked over to Dominic who watched her curiously. She prayed
he’d get the message. Hell, they had another eight hours to this
flight and she needed something to relax the anxiety she carried.
Walking down the aisle, a few men looked up at her as she passed.
Catalina knew she was fairly attractive, but the only men she was
ever exposed to were those under her brother’s payroll. The
sideways, yet guarded glances the murderers and thieves she called
famiglia
gave her, were always fleeting. Attending an all
girl catholic school kept her even more sheltered. Sometimes, it
felt good for strange men to give her appreciative looks. One man
even went as far as to wink at her. She smiled and kept going. The
bathroom to the back of the plane wasn’t occupied, and no flight
attendants were in sight. She opened the door and prayed that this
early in the flight it wasn’t filthy, as most commercial bathrooms
were.

To her surprise, it wasn’t. It was also much
larger than the one to the front of the plane. Still, for a cubed
box there was leg room, enough space for two. Then she realized it
had handles for handicapped access. That explained it.

The door opened behind her and she turned
directly into Domi. “I didn’t think you’d follow. There was a man
in 26B who looked interested.”

He backed her to the sink. “Oh that
motherfucker? I saw him wink at you. I threw him off the plane,” he
grunted, reaching underneath her skirt to rip into her
panties.

“
Don’t tear them, Domi!” she said,
stopping his urgency. She quickly helped and eased them off. He had
to step back to give her room. She put her thong in the pocket of
his trousers and reached for his belt, and then his zipper. They
had ten minutes or less to get her quickie in before some passenger
busted them. So they communicated through grunts and hurried hands,
easing his belt open and his zipper down.

“
Fuck me, Domi. Fuck me
now!”

Her lover bent his legs slightly and the press
of his dick to her opening sent a charge of excitement through her.
It tickled her to the point of giggles.

“
Yes!” she whispered when he gave
her another inch, wanting him to go deep that very moment. And
Dominic claimed her with a single stroke, filled her to the point
of disbelief. It was as if the air was sucked from her lungs
through a straw. Catalina went stiff and tight all over. Her heart
hammered so fast she could swear she was going into cardiac arrest.
Once, an ex-girlfriend of Giovanni’s had told her that she fucked
Giovanni on his plane, and it was like having a heart attack in
reverse. Now she understood the meaning.

Dominic enjoyed her short breaths, little
gasps of air. Her pretty features now strained with lust. He drove
into her, hard and fast with rapid strikes that caused her to dig
her nails into his shoulders. There was an urgency in him that
would not be denied. The adrenaline pump in his heart was at full
throttle. He became consumed with animalistic lust. And when her
pussy walls squeezed his dick and her soft thighs locked him in
place, he nearly put his fist through the wall. What the fuck was
happening to them?

He fucked her faster and faster, it was almost
brutal. Catalina kissed and bit at his neck, demanding more. It was
her climax that pushed him to the brink and the knock on the
bathroom door that forced his ejaculation prematurely in a hot
stream.

“
Yes baby, oh yes, oh yes,”
Catalina said, kissing his chin and mouth.

He withdrew from her, for fear he’d have a
heart attack. “You-you-you make me so fucking crazy for you.”
Dominic panted half-dizzy and half-aware.

“
It’s the plane, Domi. I wanted to
know if what they say is true.” She reached for a napkin and
cleaned herself.

“
What do they say?” Dominic’s brow
lifted as he slipped his cock back in his underwear, wanting to
have her scent and essence on him.

“
Signora
!
Signora,
are you okay in there?” A flight attendant said.

“
They say it’s like a heart
attack.”

Dominic grinned. He pulled her up in his arms.
“I love you, Catalina.”

“
We are going to have the best
life, Domi. The best. Maybe even in America.”

“
What? We aren’t—”

“
Think about it, Domi. Giovanni
didn’t make you
consigliere
. And you’re right, Mira’s babies
will be the future of the family, not ours. We can start our own
family, everything, fresh. In America.”

“
You making plans for us? Let me
plan our future okay?”

“
But, Domi—”

“
No buts, I plan our future.” He
kissed her, and they ignored the persistent knocking on the
door.

Villa of Capri –

Mira entered first. She wore Giovanni’s tuxedo
jacket on her shoulders. He placed it there when his fumbling with
the back of her dress ripped off several clasps. She managed to
hold up her daughter’s weight. The first floor of the villa was
where the men and Rosetta would post up, only to be called upon
when needed. The two top floors were for her, him, and Eve. Mira
strolled inside the spacious area, transfixed by the glass doors
that had been drawn open to blow in coastal winds. During the sunny
time of the day, it would probably reveal a magnificent view of the
mountains and islands they were surrounded by.

“
Give her to me. You mustn’t carry
her, Bella, not in your condition.”

She rolled her eyes behind his back. He fucked
her brains out on a leather console but now she was too delicate to
hold her daughter? Men! She watched them disappear into inky black
darkness through the open doors of a room off to the right. Mira
turned as the men began to bring in her luggage. Among them was her
trousseau. She wanted it out of Giovanni’s sight. Catalina was
right. Her new husband would not appreciate her desire to work
while they were on their honeymoon.

“
Take them all in there,” she said,
following behind him to a room that looked like an office. She
wondered what was above them. Giovanni reappeared and began to ease
the sliding glass doors shut to force out the chilly night
temperature. The men said a few things to him and all filed
out.

Once alone, Mira shrugged off his suit jacket.
“It’s lovely. Where is Eve?”

“
In our bed. She’ll sleep with
us.”

Mira’s brow arched. “How is that going to
work?”

Giovanni smirked. “Trust me, Bella, by the
time I allow you to return to her, all you will want to do is
sleep.”

She laughed and he extended his hand which she
accepted. “Now let me give you the tour.”

“
Been here before, have
you?”

“
I came to make sure things were as
I wanted for the night.”

Mira walked with him through the halls to the
other side of the villa.

“
We have three rooms. I see you
found the office. We’ll make it Eve’s playroom because I don’t
intend to do any work while we’re here.”