“Not for that.” I escort her where we’ve sat every time we’ve come out here. “Do you remember the time we had dinner out here? How beautiful you were as we danced. The way the dimension in your eyes shone and how your hair fell down your back when I guided you around to the music.” I kneel in front of her, taking her left hand in mine, and kiss her ring. Almost instantly her pouty lips part into a dreamy smile. “I have it stamped in my memory how the dress you wore clung to your body, making you the most beautiful and sexy woman in any room.”
Luci groans as she takes her leg, bringing it over my shoulder to pull me close. “I want you to please me, Alessandro. Make me feel alive.”
I always know by her eyes what’s going on in her head, but no color shines dominantly in the mix of gold, blue, and green, leaving me clueless. She needs someone to get her out of her head and Lord help me, I will be that person for her. She moans when I lift her dress, noticing she’s not wearing underwear as I lick up her slit. I stop at her clit to suck on it, her body clenching around nothing as she moves her hips in rhythm with my movements.
“Tell me what you want from me.” She looks like she just got away with stealing candy as she gives me a genuine smile. Her smile fades as she gets silent and serious.
“Make love to me Alessandro.” The world stops the moment those words leave her lips.
“What?”
“I don’t want you to have sex with me. I want you to make love to me.” We both pause while I contemplate what that means. I know she wants to feel everything. Physically, mentally, emotionally, everything I can give her. The idea springs in my head and I look around, trying to figure out how to make it happen.
“Open your legs.” Her legs stiffen and a shiver runs down her spine as I bring my fingers to her center, spreading her open to curve two of my fingers inside her. She relaxes into me and she lets go of everything except for her pleasure.
“Focus on my touch, my voice. This is all for you. Luci. My fiancé, future mother to my children, my lo—” The words are trapped on my tongue as I try to tell her.
“Your what?” Her eyes practically beg me to say the words I’m desperate to tell her. Did she mean what she drunkenly said that one night? Am I the only one that feels this way? I can’t be the only one.
I swing Luci around and lay her down on the bench. She rises up on her elbows the second she hears the clang of my belt. “You’re beautiful at my mercy. Lay down and let me spoil you.” Her legs relax as I settle in between them, pressing my cock into her soaking wet slit, moaning deeply as I stretch her around my thick shaft.
“You always feel so good wrapped around me. I’ve molded your pussy to the shape of my cock like a sculptor shapes his designs. I know you’ll never let another man inside you because everything about you is mine.” She doesn’t verbally respond, but nods her head viciously at my words.
Her legs shake viciously while she thrusts her hips against mine, a telltale sign that she’s about to come. I take my hand,wrapping it around her neck, and squeeze. I’m creating small circles around her clit with my other hand, pushing her over as she comes around me. I move my hand from her neck to grab her jaw as I swallow her moans. Even when I pull my lips away from hers we stay close enough that with any slight movement, they could touch. “You’re fucking perfect, Luci. I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together. Tell me what you want from me.”
“Alessandro.” She says and for a moment, I think it’s the only word she’ll say until she whispers, almost soundless as I read her lips. “Come inside me. I want a reminder of you all day.” Those were the words I needed to hear. I stare deep into her eyes as I give her what she wants, filling her with my cum. We stay there, motionless, locking my cum inside her until I soften. We’ve been reckless, and I wonder when I’ll fill her with my child. Today? Tomorrow? Next month? Year? My cock twitches at the thought until I hear a voice following from the house into the garden.
“Pull your dress down.” That’s all I manage to say as I rush to pull up my pants.
In a hushed whisper, her eyes go wide. “I don’t have any underwear on. It’ll drip down my leg!”
The words catch me off guard both at the thought and sight of that happening. I shake the idea out of my head, reminding myself we have plenty of time for that to happen. I pull her close and take my fingers to push my cum back inside her. I bring my mouth to the shell of her ear, my gravelly tone giving her shivers. “Then squeeze tight so it doesn’t.”
Geno steps out into the garden, surely noticing we were gone for a significant amount of time.
“There you two are. Now tell me, how is this going to be set up?”
My job is to dress my best, the rest is on Luci. “This is my sign to bow out. You two take your time and I will be in my office.”
“Si. I’ll be in later,” Geno responds from over his shoulder. Luci hesitantly talks about the specifics of the setup, clenching her legs together to prevent my cum from dripping out of her. I laugh to myself as I walk into the house and sit down at my desk. I open the spreadsheets of the last football games we’ve taken bets on while Luci and Geno converse, regardless of whatever motive he may have behind his words.
Chapter 37
Luci
6 Days Until The Wedding
I’ve never been alone with Geno, and the thought makes me twitch with nervousness. What intentions does he have? Will he treat me as bitterly as he did toward my family only a few weeks ago? Most importantly, why did Alessandro leave me alone with him?
“Luciana, did you hear me?” Geno’s words snap me out of my head as I mess with my engagement ring.
“No, I’m sorry. What did you say?”
“You are without a doubt Stella’s granddaughter. She didn’t pay attention to what I said either, apparently too distracted by another man to pay attention.” His bitter words make meuncomfortable. I’m not sure how to defend my family, but I’m pretty sure my next words don’t do me any favors.
“I know you envisioned your life differently by marrying my nonna. If you had married her, you wouldn’t have your son or Alessandro. That should make it better.” I almost laugh at how similar his expression is to Alessandro's when he faces me.
“My son is a disgrace. He’s a coward and a pussy. My nipote is the only good thing that’s come from him, but I assume you’re correct. You’re good for Alessandro. You make him flustered. That’s a sign of a man in love.”
