Page 43 of I Would Beg For You
She shrugs. “It’s been ages since I last saw any of them. What are they all up to?”
Right—she totally wants to change the subject. It must be an emotional upheaval for her, all the revelations I unpacked downstairs, then the picture of her mother here. They’re not doppelgangers, but they definitely look alike.
I put the album to the side then turn to her. “Luciano’s a dad. His boy is three. He married Eliza, his high school sweetheart. She died a year ago.”
Naomi gasps. “What? How?”
“Cancer. Nothing much we could do.”
She reaches for my hand and squeezes. “I’m so sorry.”
I nod. “Franco’s a playboy.”
She sputters on a laugh. “Franco?”
I’m glad for the levity this brings. “He’s not stick-thin and plagued with acne anymore.”
“And Victor?”
“Stopped growing in width and gained a few inches.”
She playfully slaps my arm with the back of her hand. “Don’t be rude.”
“Well, it’s true.” Never mind he looks like a mountain now.
“Francesca?” she asks.
“Being a free spirit in New York. Wait,” I say as I get up. At the boxes, I retrieve the latest album Mamma compiled and bring it with me. “There.”
The page is open on the last full family picture we ever took. Luka’s not in it, obviously, but all the adults are.
Naomi’s poring over the image. “Wait, isthisFranco? He’s hot!”
“Careful,” I chide. “I’m a jealous man.”
“Hmm. Are you going to punish me for finding another man hot?”
“Not another man. My brother. And Franco, of all people!” I groan.
“Well, he is. As are Luciano and Victor, even if he looks like a small mountain.”
I launch onto all fours and advance on her, which makes her giggle. “I said careful, Naomi.”
Or what?She doesn’t say the words, but I can see them clearly in her sparkling eyes.
I reach her, hovering over her as I get onto my knees. She isn’t expecting it when I grab her feet with one hand and tug, my other hand going behind her head, so she won’t smack it onthe floor. She yelps, which turns into a smothered giggle then outright laughter as I tickle her ribs.
It’s good to hear her laughing. There’s a smile on her face, and her features are soft and glowing.
“You’re the hottest of them all,” she says upon a giggling shriek as I continue my tickling assault.
“Show me that you mean it,” I say.
She takes me unawares when she lifts herself up and rolls onto me, body-slamming me into the rug. The breath whooshes out of me. I can feel nimble fingers making quick work of the button and zipper of my jeans, and I groan when a silky hand grasps my hard thick shaft and her hot mouth wraps around the turgid head.
Everything stops as Naomi takes me with her lips and tongue. Can’t say she’s skillful, but what she lacks there, she makes up for in sincere enthusiasm. And that’s killing me softly. She’s heaven on my cock, a different kind of bliss from her tight pussy.
I moan when her mouth is gone suddenly. I didn’t make it far into those recesses, but she got my head and several additional inches in and was doing sinful things to it. A different moan grumbles out when she lowers herself on me, enclosing my erection in her intimate folds.
