Page 45 of Destino

“You left again. We seem to have a habit of not being able to finish a meal together. Why is that?”

So she noticed?Asked the little voice inside of his head. “It couldn’t be helped, Bella. I wanted to stay.”

“Did you?”

“I did.”

She crossed her arms over the swell of her breasts. He resisted the urge to sweep her over his shoulder and take her to the bed. She smelled heavenly. Even from a distance her presence made his room soft, enticing. He took another step toward her, and she didn’t back away from him.

“So?”

“Yes?” he answered.

“This can go nowhere.” She opened her arms in gesture. “This thing between us. Nowhere. I have my business. I mean my business is really demanding of me now. I’m not really into dating. I don’t want to date. I, just... I’m interested in enjoying myself that’s all. And a friend. Maybe. Do you understand?”

Did she think he’d talk her out of this late night visit or convince her to stay? She seemed to want something, but couldn’t decide on what. Giovanni dismissed her little speech. They both knew how the night would end. And right now he wanted to ease past the formalities and get to the sweet part, where she lay beneath him in his bed. The lamplight from the small dresser near the bed chased most of the shadows to the corners of his room. The drapes were drawn preventing the assistance of the moon. Still he could see enough of her. She had fine hips and shapely thighs.

“This.” He pointed to her, and then himself. “Has already gone further than you imagined. It is why you’ve come to me. You do remember what I told you the last time we met in my room?” He stopped before her and lifted her chin with his finger. “You remember, don’t you Bella? That’s why you waited up for me, came to me as soon as you heard my return. Isn’t it?”

“We’re different,” she answered meekly. “I’m not talking about race. Fabiana and I are different and we’re best friends. We’re different in other ways.”

“And that matters to who?”

“I’m not usually this brave, okay?” She tossed her hands up in defeat. “I don’t screw around.”

“It’s your first time. I’ll be gentle.”

“Oh brother, you don’t beat around the bush do you?”

The saying had no meaning to him so he ignored the question. She made the first move. He couldn’t be held responsible for what was to come. Maybe his sweet dearly departed mother was getting a kick out of this moment. How many women had she and Zia tried to pair him with. And it was she, Mira Ellison, a black American woman far removed from anyone they’d imagined for him. “What’s under the robe?” he asked and shrugged off his shirt.

She stood motionless. He intended to ask again but slowly her arms unfolded and lowered. She reached around to the belted sash at her hip and untied the knot. The silk folds peeled away to uncover a very delicate lace negligee that barely reached past the bend of her hips. Black, lace, with a bra like bodice, it lay against her curves like a second skin. Her heart shaped hips and the dark V of her sex made him run his hand back through his hair for restraint. Even the dark extended tips of her nipples appeared.

“Sei incredibile,” he stammered. “You’re incredible,” he translated.

Mira relaxed her shoulders and the silk robe drifted to a pool of fabric at her feet. Tonight had purpose; it was no accident or chance encounter. “Destino. Mine. You’re my fate, Bella.”

“I’m not sure about that.” She crossed her arms across herself out of reflex. He intended to corrupt her in every way. The woman had come to tease him, seduce him, and she wanted him to think it was his idea. Giovanni chuckled.

“Something funny?” she asked.

He swallowed his smile. “No. Not at all.”

When she turned to go to the bed he reached and caught her hand. He brought her small palm up to his groin. Startled at first, her eyes stretched in surprise. Giovanni nipped her nose and then her bottom lip. “Touch it, feel how much I want you. I want you to know,” he breathed against her mouth. Her gaze flickered down and then up to his eyes. He let his touch drift away, and her hand remained firmly pressed on the erection. It gave him a small measure of relief. Like a good girl she unbuckled his belt. She fumbled a bit and stepped closer to steady her pursuit as she lowered his zipper.

“Che cosa desideri?” He asked. She ran the leather belt through the loops of his pants.

“I don’t understand.” Mira whispered.

“I want to know what it isyoudesire?”

She smiled up at him with those round brown eyes of hers. Her voice lowered to a soft melody, which sounded purposefully mysterious. “I’d rather you uncover my desires on your own.”

Mira eased her hand into the front slit of his boxers. He sucked in a tight breath when she closed her fingers over his cock. Every muscle in his dick tensed, straining towards her touch. The slow, steady strokes that followed were pure heaven. He wanted her to feel every inch of him. As if understanding his limits she withdrew her hand, rose on her toes, brushing her hard nipples over his chest as she gave him a soft kiss to the lips.

“I like,” she said.

He wanted to tackle her. Throw her on the floor and ravish her, hard and fast. Instead he played it cool. He now had a full view of her backside. The black thong disappeared into shapely round buttocks. The thin lace confection of her negligee inched up to her bikini line when she walked. “I think you said, you wanted me to take it off?”

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