La Sposa (6 page)

“
And we will,” she said softly,
drawing his face up. “I’m okay. It’s a stupid phobia. I’m
fine.”

It took several moments for his heart to stop
racing. Giovanni pressed the side of his face to hers. He waited a
breath before he relaxed and inhaled another calming deep one. His
eyes closed. The idea of her in pain panicked him beyond reason. He
shouldn’t hold on too tight. It would never serve him well to act
on his insecurities and overwhelm her with his need for
reassurance. He forced a smile, and pretended to understand. Hell,
he barely knew her history beyond what she shared of Fabiana and
her grandparents. There was definitely more to learn.

“
Let me down sweetie,” she said
softly against his ear.

Giovanni hadn’t realized he had her pinned so
high up on the wall. He eased up to let her down and managed a
tight-lipped smile. “You tired? You look tired,” he
said.

“
No. I’m not tired.” She lowered
her hand to his groin and squeezed. “I’ve missed you.” She flicked
her tongue at his chin.

Giovanni reached and removed her hand, pinning
it to the shower wall by the wrist. “Bella,” he said in a deep
earnest voice that conveyed all of what he carried in his heart for
her. Lust filled him once more, surging against his instinct to
maintain control. He ignored the invitation in her smile. “I’m home
now. It’s my job to take care of you,” he said.

Mira looked to the water, and the scene
between them just minutes ago kept the tension mounting. Her gaze
returned to him. Pearls of moisture made her face, neck, and
shoulders, all of her glisten. “Then do your job,” she teased.
“Take care of me.”

With his cock throbbing, Giovanni stepped back
and reached over to the silver dial and turned the shower off. He
opened the glass door and made sure she stepped out on the tile
floor carefully. The first thing he did was dry her. He took his
time to blot her damp skin, and then he used swirling wipes around
her lovely breasts and her ass, both being the most seductive parts
of her body, second only to her pussy. He brushed the thick towel
between her thighs. Mira parted them for him by resting her foot on
the toilette. One glimpse of the slight glisten of moisture between
the lips of her pussy and he froze. He sucked in a deep calming
breath and his gaze lifted to hers. She blinked down at him with
anticipation. He nearly ran his tongue into her; the temptation was
so close to his face. But he withstood the urge. Tonight wasn’t
about him. And he’d prove it.

When he rose from his knelt position before
her, he went to the towel cabinet and selected three of the
thickest. “Spread these over the bed and lie on your stomach. I’ll
join you soon.”

She frowned at his request and looked at him
with those questioning eyes. Giovanni’s left brow winged up over
her hesitance. “No worries, Bella, you will enjoy this.”

She turned and walked out. What he proposed
for her this evening he hadn’t done since college. And to be
truthful, he was rarely the doer. But pregnant women needed to be
stress free, relaxed; and there was no way in hell he’d hire some
outsider, male or female, to come in and touch her body. Not the
way he intended to this evening. What he didn’t know, or remember,
he’d figure out in the doing.

Giovanni returned to the cabinet and began to
search for oil, or lotion. He found things she groomed her hair
with but not much else. He removed her black makeup bag that was
shoved to the back of the cabinet and placed it on the sink.
Running the zipper around the circular lid, he lifted it and did a
quick search inside. A small tube of baby oil was there. It would
be perfect. His gaze then fell on a tiny velvet jewelry box. It
wasn’t the one for the charm bracelet he gave her for Christmas,
which she wore even when she slept. He inspected the box, opened
the lid and blinked at what lay on the velvet cushion. A child’s
bracelet made of gold. Carved along the white gold nameplate in
raised cursive lettering, was the word Mirabella. This was the
bracelet she lost when they first met. The one she said was given
to her by her father. He turned it over and his eyes narrowed on
the little insignia stamped on the golden clasp. He’d seen it
before. Where? Giovanni’s memory failed him. However, he was
certain of the familiarity.

“
Giovanni?” Mira called out. “I’m
ready.”

“
Un momento
,” he said.
Giovanni held the bracelet up against the light and squinted at the
insignia. Why the fuck was it so familiar? After a long moment of
reflection, he decided to pursue the mystery later. She waited for
him. He dropped the bracelet back in the box and placed the case
under the sink. He dried his body and slipped on his silk pajama
pants over his erection, then turned the tap water on hot in the
sink until the water was steaming. He then dropped a few hand
towels in and walked out.

Mira had done as she was told. She lay on her
stomach upon the three towels. “I’m here,” he said.

“
Let me guess. I get a massage?”
she chuckled.

“
The best one of your life,
beautiful.”

He plucked two pillows off the bed and
repositioned her body, so that one rested under her stomach and the
other just below her knees. He parted her legs slightly and admired
her physique; from her flawless back, slender waist and heart
shaped hips, with perfectly round butt cheeks and shapely thighs.
All of her was something to behold. He couldn’t wait to witness the
changes in her body that had put the tiny stretch marks on her hips
and around her tummy. Ones she constantly rubbed cocoa butter on
and tried to conceal from him.

Giovanni smiled.

“
I’m waiting,” she groaned into her
pillow.

“
Patience, Bella,” he smacked her
pussy with his flat hand and she gasped.

Mira released a shaky breath. The tap he gave
her below was unexpected and so naughty, she felt herself moisten
and tingle with excitement. She was grateful the pillow concealed
her torment, but she moved her ass a bit, revealing how much she
desired he do it again.
What would he do? Tease her first? Then
what?
She became giddy with anticipation. He positioned her,
making her fold her arms and rest them above her head, so she was
completely stretched out on the bed.

And then nothing.

Mira waited. What was he doing?

The bed shifted with weight and she knew he
joined her. In fact his knees rested on either side of her thighs.
And then she was sure of it when the head of his cock brushed the
crease of her bottom. Naughty playful thoughts surfaced and her
insides constricted. She smirked to herself.
What if I got a
ruler and measured his dick when he fell asleep? Is that too kinky?
What would he say?

“
You laughing at me,
Bella?”

“
Huh? No,” she lifted her head.
“I’m just happy.
Lo facciamo alla percorina
?”

She lifted her ass up to him and asked him if
he wanted to do it doggie style. He smacked her on the butt with an
open hand and she gasped. The tap had the same effect as the first,
and lustful heat filled her below. The idea of his powerful hand
giving her a playful spanking thrilled her. They didn’t do sex
play, but she was open to it. Now, with her pregnant, she doubted
he’d consider a different game.

“
Will you behave?”

“
Non lo so
,” she groaned her
defiance.

He delivered another tight smack to her bottom
and she squirmed. “I’ll be good. I promise,” she said, trying hard
not to release any laughter in her voice.

The cap popped on something, and then a
squirt. Cold oil squirted on her skin, cool as ice. Mira shivered.
His hand, absent of warmth, smeared the coolness over her back. He
then used both hands. The oil was rubbed up and down with slow
measured movements from the base of her spine to her shoulder
blades. He used a firm consistent pressure that drove deep relaxing
breaths through her. And the oil added the special touch of
softness to his calloused hands. When his fingers spread, and his
thumbs pressed into the center of her spine, she wanted to sink
into the oblivion of pleasure. She closed her eyes and swallowed as
an intense longing took hold of her. There was a wondrous swooping
pull in her pelvis, and her channel constricted as if he’d entered
her from behind. Mira’s lids fluttered open and her mouth parted in
a silent cry of relief. From her lower back all the way to her neck
his thumbs applied pressure and struck vibrant chords in her with
his tender massage. It felt like a rippling of pressure. The
release that was continuous.

“
How does it feel?”

“
Wonderful,” she said as she fought
back tears of joy.

“
Buono
. Now we can
begin.”

“
That was a warm up?”
Giovanni answered her with his hands. He massaged her shoulder
blades first. Intense. Her breathing began to settle down to a more
even rhythm. She could feel the burn of his technique dissolving
the knots of tension along her arms all the way to her fingertips.
For five to ten minutes he worked on her this way, focusing on
different areas of her back, until all stress melted from the
muscles. And then the technique morphed from skill to seduction.
The glide of his touch was deeply sustained by the pressure of the
balls of his palms. He worked certain areas where he found tighter
muscles with deliberate and measured movements of his fingers until
they loosened. He scooted back off the bed and began to do his
magic on her buttocks and thighs. His firm hands gripped both
halves of her butt cheeks and when he tongued her deeply between,
her body strained. However, a tingle of excitement tickled her
clit.

Mira squeezed her eyes shut. Pleasure was
swift and violent. The sensation of his tongue licking her from top
to bottom went way beyond the walls of endurance. She began to cry
out and shudder hard when he pierced her opening. And then he
withdrew. Just as she was so close to climaxing, he
withdrew.

Mira dragged in a desperate breath, and
scrambled up the bed. But his hands were on her again. So skillful,
she kept gasping and sighing. He ended with massages to her calves
and then her feet. At some point, hot towels were applied.
Where
did they come from?
Her heart raced so fast and her pussy ached
so bad she felt as if her brain went numb.

She was wiped clean.

“
Turn over, Bella.”

Dazed and frustrated, Mira did as she was
told. Giovanni tossed the pillows away. He crawled over her and
stopped when she reached for him. He took her arms and spread them
out in a T formation. He played with her first. And she bit her
tongue to not scream at him to end the game. His fingers stroked
her labia and teased her clit. He dipped his finger in her already
desire-slickened vagina and her pelvis tilted up in response.
Giovanni gave her the sexiest smile of approval.

“
Mi appartieni
,” he said.
The intensity in his blue eyes was so galvanizing, she would submit
to anything.

“
Yes, Giovanni. I belong to you. We
all do,” she answered, understanding the appropriate
response.

He moved his hand away and sat up. The massage
had been relentless. And to her surprise, he was not done. He
picked up the tube of gel and squirted some in his hands before
rubbing them together to get them oiled and slick. His first touch
was to her collarbone and shoulders, then an easy glide to her
breasts and around the circumference. Her lips pursed and she
sucked in a slow measured breath and exhaled through her nose.
Giovanni worked in his caress while using his thumbs to tease her
nipples. Her wildly beating heart hammered against her ribs. Any
minute she’d suffer cardiac arrest from the pent up frustration
quivering in her chest over the slow torture. If she hadn’t
recognized the same hunger in his eyes to fuck her, she’d think he
was punishing her. One minute she could relax, and the next, the
sexual heat he stirred had her hot and bothered all over. Convinced
of his intentions to only please her, she closed her eyes and
enjoyed the way he worshiped her body.

This went on for unrelenting long minutes. He
ran both of his hands down her abdomen and his touch became
uncharacteristically gentle. She smiled. He caressed the slight
curve of her belly, extra poundage present thanks to Eve. She could
never shed it. But she knew for Giovanni he believed it to be the
first signs of her pregnancy.

“
Do you feel the baby yet?” he
asked in an awestruck voice.

“
No. Giovanni, we won’t feel the
baby kick for several months.”

He nodded that he understood. The moment
passed. He continued with his massage of her thighs and legs and
then both arms. As desperately as she wanted him to touch her
intimately, this was far more satisfying than she could imagine.
And when he began the massage all over her again, she slipped into
contentment, bliss.

*****

Players called it ‘
Scopa
’. It was an
Italian forty-deck card game often played by the men when they
gathered at Carlo’s. And
Scopa
was an excitable event.
Shouting matches and playful foul language banter between the
gamers was a must. At Carlo’s, a few men have been known to go for
their guns when the lively exchange devolved into ego bruising.
That evening, the drinking and smoking of marijuana in celebration
of the early payouts from their Don, charged the air with
celebration. When Lorenzo entered, barely a man in the room
noticed. Except for Carlo. No one came and left his villa without
his awareness. He sat off in his chair, a large black recliner made
from the finest Italian leather, in the corner of the room. He took
a long drag of something he hand rolled, and his dark eyes
glittered like those of a cobra tracking Lorenzo from the moment he
entered the door.