She’s still grinning at me when I look at her again.“She only offered that as one mafia woman to another.And no, I have no intention of running away from you again.I learned my lesson the first few times I tried.Besides, like I said, I love you.”
She’s said it twice now.So it must be true.I wrap my arms around her and pull her close, kissing her before she can add some modifier again.
And as she wraps her arms around my waist and kisses me back with the same amount of passion and desire, I know there are no modifiers.None that actually matter.Not here, at the end of this perfect day, anyway.
Chapter28
GIANNA
We ateour fill of the sandwiches and cakes Maria packed for us on the way home from the beach, too cold and too much in a hurry to be alone at home again to stop for a real dinner.At least I was.
Because it’s so easy to tell him I love him when it’s just the two of us, alone in the dark, on a deserted beach.I want it to be as easy everywhere else too.But it rarely is.
He didn’t lock the door that separates the wing of the house where he keeps me from the rest of it.But I know he will when he leaves me next.He didn’t lock the bedroom door either.He never does anymore.But he used to.Not so long ago.And the thing that divides us is still so fresh, because we’re still in the middle of it.And I know this week has been just the calm before the storm.
That’s why I told him I loved him.Because I wanted my memory of today to be perfect for whatever comes next.
But I’m trying not to think of any of that as we stand under the warm water in the huge white marble shower.I’m using my hands to lather every inch of his perfect chest and arms, his strong neck and back, wishing the soap would wash away all the crosses and other symbols of death from his skin, the names of people long dead, the dates on which they died.But it never will.
Will anything wash away the scars and hurts he carries with him?Anything other than death?
I try not to think of that either.
This day is not over yet.And I can make it more perfect still.
I kneel in front of him, run my soapy hands down his powerful thighs all the way to his feet.All of him bears so much death that neither of us will ever be able to unsee it.But tonight is still just ours and we can ignore it.I can ignore it.
He exhales sharply as I kiss the head of his cock.It was half hard before but stiffens now, growing before my eyes.I wrap my lips around the soft velvety head as he lays his hand on the back of my head.I can feel the tension in his palm, the force of restraint it’s taking not to shove his cock deeper into my mouth.
I’ve never done this before.Never gave him as much pleasure as he gave me without taking anything for myself.Only gave him my body, my caresses, and my kisses.I will change that tonight.
He still tastes of the ocean and the salty perfectness of today is encapsulated in this taste, in the softness of his skin, his soft groans as I take more of him into my mouth.I don’t know if I’m doing this right, I just know it feels good sucking on and licking his hard, throbbing cock, feeling his racing heartbeat on my tongue, hearing his jagged breaths, his hand in my hair.
I bob up and down for a while.Then kiss just the head, just the throbbing vein, then take him back in my mouth and do it all over again, lost in a trance that is us, alone, in love.
I take as much as of him as I can, then pull back once I gag, glancing up at him from time to time to see if I’m doing it right.I am.His eyes are telling me that, his strong hand stroking my hair is too, his groans of pleasure most of all.
So I keep going.Lost in his taste, his pleasure, this pocket of time that is only ours, only mine and his.I never imagined giving pleasure could be as good as getting pleasure.But it is.Just another thing he’s taught me.
“You keep this up and I’m gonna come,” he says hoarsely, his hand stiff and strong at the back of my head.
I pull my lips off his cock and smile at him.“Do.I want you to.”
Then I kiss the tip of his cock and take him in again.He lets me bob up and down a few more times, before he loses the battle with his hands, grabs the back of my head, and thrusts his cock in my mouth, deeper than before, groaning as he comes, his hot come filling my throat.
The surge of pleasure, the pure fire of his orgasm is strong enough to rip right through me.I don’t come, but it’s as good as, almost better, because I gave him this.With my lips and my kisses, with my love.
Now this day is exactly perfect.
And I want to do it all over again.Over and over.Until the end of time.
Chapter29
MATTEO
When I openedmy eyes this morning the sun had just started creeping over the horizon.All I wanted to do was wrap my arms around Goldie, close my eyes again and go back to sleep.But I’d neglected my men and my war for long enough… as several of the texts and voicemails left by Caputo and others last night plainly told me.
As I expected, I’m sore as hell from yesterday’s surfing adventure.But at least now, every time I move and it hurts, I can remember Goldie riding the waves.She didn’t wake up while I showered and dressed.I kind of hoped she would, even considered waking her so she could send me on my way with another blowjob.What she lacked in skill she more than made up for in enthusiasm and yeah, to say I crave more would be the understatement of the century.
