Lowering myself down, I lick her pussy. She plunges her hands into my hair as I continue, slipping in another finger to hit her sensitive spot.
“Gabriel,” she moans, close to reaching her climax.
I pull my head away. “Eyes on me, Bumper. I want to see you when you come.” I smirk.
I speed up my fingers, curling them how she likes as I suck on her clit. Her back arches, and she pulls me closer.
“So ravenous,” I say, letting out a small laugh.
I nip at her clit, and that sets off her orgasm. She moans out with my name on her lips. The sounds she makes are music to my ears.
“Okay, my turn.” She sits up.
“No, let’s get you cleaned up. We have to leave for lunch soon.”
Once Millie is all cleaned up, we finish packing up the last few things, and I quietly make my way to Aura’s car seat, hoping to place her in it without waking her up.
We turn off the main road onto the gravel driveway that winds through a patch of old olive trees. The sun slants through the leaves, casting golden shadows across the hood of the rental car. I slow to a stop in front of my parents’ house—white stucco, green shutters, the same pots of basil and lavender by the windows like always. Looks exactly the same. Feels... different.
I glance in the rearview mirror. Aura’s asleep in her car seat, cheeks rosy from the warmth. Millie’s beside her, head tilted slightly toward the window, sunlight catching in her hair. Her hands rest gently in her lap, calm. Too calm. She’s either not nervous at all, or she’s hiding it better than I expected.
I reach over, sliding my hand over hers. “We don’t have to stay long,” I say softly, no trace of my usual gruffness. “Just... don’t let them overwhelm you.”
She turns to me with that smile—the one that’s equal parts sunshine and trouble. “Are you warning me about your family or warning your family about me?”
I laugh quietly, shaking my head. I get out and unbuckle Aura, who stirs, blinking up at me with warm, sleepy eyes. I kiss her cheek. “Ciao, cucciola1.”
Millie grabs the diaper bag and meets me at the steps. “Let’s do this.”
The moment we step onto the porch, the door flies open.
“Finalmente2!” Mamma cries, sweeping Millie into a hug like she’s been waiting for this day forever. “Come in, come in, i miei amori3!”
Millie glances at me over Mamma’s shoulder. I shrug, helpless. Then she spots Aura in my arms.
“Ecco la mia preziosa bambolina4!” Mamma gasps, takingAura without hesitation and showering her with kisses. “Look at these cheeks! Gabriel.”
Millie chuckles, rubbing Aura’s back. “She knows she’s the star of the show.”
“She is the show!” Mamma declares, bouncing Aura gently with practiced ease.
From inside, the deep timbre of Papa’s voice carries through.
“Gabriel, my son,” Papa says, appearing in the kitchen doorway with that easy smile of his—broad and honest, with just a touch of tiredness from years of hard work. “Look at you. How handsome, mi figlio, and who is this lovely woman?”
I reach out, pulling Millie close beside me. “This is Millie—my girlfriend.”
Papa’s eyes soften with warmth as he steps forward, offering a hand to Millie, who shakes it with that natural grace I adore. “Welcome, Millie. It’s about time you joined us for lunch.”
Millie smiles, her fingers still laced with mine. “Thank you, Mr. Sirolli. It’s nice to be here.”
Luca’s laugh is low and genuine. “Call me Luca. We’re family here.”
The kitchen is filled with the smells of roasted tomatoes, fresh oregano, garlic, and something sweet baking in the oven. The whole place hums with light and laughter, alive like it always is. It smells like home.
Mamma nudges Millie toward the table, already crowded with olives, salami, bread, and cheeses. “I hope you’re hungry.”
“She eats like a bird,” I tease, draping an arm around Millie’s waist.
