After a few quiet moments, she murmurs, “I guess I assumed you were always satisfied with the way your life was going.Like you weren’t missing out on anything.”
“You know what they say about what happens when we assume things, right?”My heart isn’t in the laughter I force out, but she giggles and gives my hand a playful smack, meaning she feels better than before.
“The holidays are right around the corner,” she muses, fishing around in her bag for a clip she uses to pull her hair back.A few loose strands frame her face, and God, I want to reach out and stroke them along with her soft, smooth cheeks.It’s dangerous, having her in the front seat with me.She’s that much closer, that much more tempting.
“I’ll bet the Santoros know how to do it up big,” I murmur.
“What about your family?Will you spend time with them?”
She’s getting at something, though I don’t know what.“I doubt it.We never exactly made holidays a priority, especially after Sophia grew up.If my parents threw a party, it was for their friends.It had nothing to do with us.”
“I’m not really looking forward to it,” she admits, her knee bouncing almost like she’s nervous.“I’m not going to have any excuse to see you over break.”
Shit.I didn’t think about it that way.If she doesn’t have classes, there’s no need to drive her anywhere.“We’ll come up with something,” I decide, though I’m not sure what.“Maybe you can convince your papa to let you visit the city to see your friends.”
“But they’ll be home for break too,” she points out.
“Does he need to know that?”I give her a narrow-eyed look.“Would it be the first time you’ve made up a story to get away from the house a little while longer?”
“That’s true.And he’ll probably have you around more,” she adds with a note of hope in her voice.“You’ll still have to, you know, earn your salary.Right?”
There’s no pretending that doesn’t sting, even if she’s right.The innocent reminder I’m still under her father’s thumb leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.“That’s true.We’ll figure something out.I’m not going anywhere,” I promise, though that promise is a double-edged sword.Because I’m stuck.My feet are in cement, and there’s no moving them.
Stroking the back of my hand, she sighs a heavy sound, full of unspoken feelings.“I guess you wouldn’t come to Thanksgiving dinner.It would be too weird, no offense.”
“None taken.It would be weird.”
“But your sister will be there,” she points out with hope in her voice.“It wouldn’t be too outside the ordinary if you had dinner with us too, as her brother.”
Fuck, she is so young.Still so innocent, it’s almost enough to break my heart.She wants to believe.She wants it so badly.
“Will Luca and his wife be there?”I ask in a soft voice.We’re approaching the exit now.This is not the conversation I want to end on this evening—the reminder of the walls still standing between us.
Even if those walls have a good reason for being in place, sneaking around is fun.God knows the sex is explosive, mind-bending, insane.That’s as far as it can ever go, and I’ve known that from the beginning.
“Probably,” she eventually sighs.“I don’t know what I’m thinking.Ignore me.”
“If I could ignore you, my life would be a lot simpler and a lot more boring,” I add, in case she gets the wrong idea from the darkness I know rings out in my voice.I don’t want her to think she makes me unhappy.If anything, the past three months or so, since I started driving her in and out of the city, have meant the closest thing to happiness I’ve felt since I was little and didn’t know any better.
Once we’ve reached our customary spot around half a mile from the front gate, I pull over to the side of the road so she can climb into the back seat.When she doesn’t move right away, I arch an eyebrow and ask, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.Nothing at all.”She unbuckles her belt, but instead of taking hold of the door handle, she takes hold of me.This bold little minx.Her hand covers the crotch of my slacks while she kneels on her seat, leaning in to brush her tongue over my bottom lip.
That’s all it takes for all of my awareness to narrow down until this is the only thing happening, the friction from her hand rubbing me in slow, tantalizing circles.The lightning bolts of pleasure sizzle their way through me every time her tongue strokes mine.I’m swelling under her palm.She chuckles when she feels it.“Is that for me?”she whispers.
The girl is a fast learner.It wasn’t that long ago she was totally innocent, but now she takes the initiative of opening my belt with one hand while kissing me, popping the button, and lowering the zipper.
“What are you going to do with it?”I ask, gasping when she slips a hand under my waistband and takes hold of me.My eyes close as unspeakable pleasure tears its way through me at her slightest touch.It’s too much and not enough at the same time.I don’t think I could ever get enough of her.
“Why don’t you lower your seat back a little, and I’ll show you?”she teases with her face inches from mine.Well, fuck, I died and went to heaven.She doesn’t have to tell me twice, giggling like the naughty thing she is as my seat slowly reclines.
She even licks her lips suggestively before lowering her head, taking me between those full lips.I’ve taught her well.The touch of her tongue to the bundle of nerves under my head leaves me moaning as I sink a hand into her hair.“That’s right.Suck my cock, Giulia,” I grunt, lost in the feeling of her hot, wet mouth enveloping me.
She’s so damn eager to please, putting all of herself into it, and soon she’s bobbing up and down slowly.Rhythmically.Tearing me apart a little at a time with every sweep of her tongue around my ridge.
“So fucking good,” I grunt, guiding her up and down, setting the pace I need.“Suck it just like that.Do you want me to come down your throat, Giulia?Is that why you’re doing this?Are you hungry for my cum?”Her moans vibrate through me, pushing me closer to the edge.
How can she be this perfect?
