In my delirious state, I sense him rising to his own release. He pumps twice, three times and then freezes, shooting his load. His hands grip my thighs hard, his dick stiff between my legs pulsing.
By the time I regain consciousness, he’s relaxed. We allow my legs to slip one by one to the ground, and he comes down on top of me. Still connected, we lay together until the discomfort of the stone surface gets the better of us.
Francisco withdraws, leaving me empty for the first time in what feels like forever. I hear my breath escape in a blissful sigh. Heleans back, wincing. I give him a lazy smile, wondering what the problem is.
“My knees,” he says simply.
“Old man,” I tease.
He smacks my ass, climbing to his feet to retrieve his pants.
CHAPTER 30
FRANCISCO
Now that Marlena and I have smoothed things over, I’m looking forward to introducing her to Carmine. She’s never met this side of her family, and I feel lucky to be the one to make it happen.
We’re like newlyweds now. We can’t keep our hands off each other. I help her up from the pool deck and watch her closely as she ties up the lower half of her bikini. The top half is still in the pool, and she looks at it longingly, as if she doesn’t want to get wet again.
“I’m not going in there,” I say. I’ve already got my pants on and I’m reaching for my shirt.
“You threw it in,” she says.
“Yeah, but you’re the one in the bathing suit,” I counter.
She pouts, but walks back into the water to fetch it. I get an eyeful of her beautiful body surrounded by gentle, sparkling waves. I’m a lucky man.
She walks back out, dripping wet and stunning to see. I nearly beg her not to put her top back on, but of course we have to go back into the house. I don’t want to spend all day sunbathing, although that sounds relaxing. We’ve got work to do, and no time like the present to do it.
“I’d like to take you to meet your family,” I announce.
She looks at me with the kind of pleasure I thought was reserved for sexual encounters. My heart leaps at the ability to make her smile. All this stress over her brother must have overshadowed the fact that she’s got connections in Italy. I’ve just reminded her that there is more to life than her missing sibling, and she’s grateful.
“When?” she asks.
“Now,” I say.
“Let me get dressed,” she says, hurrying toward the door.
I follow her down the hall like a lost puppy, taking in an eyeful of her gorgeous ass. A large part of me wants to follow her into the bedroom and make love to her again, but she closes the door without a second thought, so I guess that’s a no.
My suit is wrinkled again. Glancing down, I realize I need to change. It takes me almost no time, and I arrive in the living room before she does. There’s a little bit of downtime as I wait for her to get ready. I almost pour myself a drink, but it’s early in the day.
Marlena is worth the wait. She comes out wearing one of the dresses I bought for her. It hugs her curves and yet gives her a kind of innocent, girl-next-door appearance. I stand up, reachfor her hand, and kiss her knuckles. She smiles, and I thank my lucky stars that our conflict is over.
“Shall we?” I ask.
“We shall,” she replies, walking with me to the carport where the limousine is waiting.
Climbing inside, we’re barely out of the gate before she’s in my lap. I kiss her hungrily, wondering if there’s time to make love again before meeting Carmine. But I don’t want to disrespect him, or Marlena for that matter. It would be better if we arrived composed, so despite my deep feelings to the contrary, I end the kiss.
She takes her cues from me, inching back onto the seat beside me. She straightens her dress and gives me a coy smile.Good Lord, what this woman could do to me if I let her.I don’t even look at my phone during the entire trip, I’m so enthralled by her presence. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and I feel a twinge of guilt at the thought. Of course, Alessia will always have a special place in my heart, but Marlena is so vibrant and alive.
We pull up to Bella’s restaurant, where we’re meeting with Carmine. I help Marlena out of the backseat, and hold her hand as we enter the establishment. She looks around as if she’s never seen such a place before. It’s not fancy, but it’s authentic. The kitchen in the back is loud and hot, and the booths are clustered together so that you feel like you’re eating in a family setting.
Carmine is waiting for us at the counter. He’s got a bottle of scotch and a cigar in his mouth. Catching sight of Marlena, he grins, setting his cigar down in an ashtray by the register.
“Is this Marlena?” he asks, opening his arms wide for a hug.
