Page 65 of Vita Mia

Giovanni smiled and fell on her side. He stared at her from his pillow.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she shyly looked away. She could feel him reaching under the covers to draw down her panty. She’d already removed her jeans earlier. The room was dark again absent of the lightening. The rain was a constant drumming that had a melodic soothing sound to it. His palm cuffed her breasts as she could feel his lips on her collarbone.

“I should have awakened you sooner,” he said and eased over her.

She nodded in agreement.

“Wrap your legs around me, Bella.”

And she did. His hip bones dug into the insides of her thighs as she locked her feet around his waist at the ankles. Like a pro he angled the head of his erection at her opening. The thrust he gave sent every inch deeper than she had prepared for. Mirabella arched her back and her mouth gaped in surprise. Before a cry of pleasure escaped her, Giovanni’s lips seized her mouth with a wicked, delicious tease of what was to come next. She raked her nails down his arms, urging him for more. His hands clamped on her waist, holding her gyrating hips down.

She could feel his dick dig deeper inside of her. Her pussy answered, showing him she wanted what he was giving, and she’d take all of him. All thoughts of the storm disappeared. With her eyes closed, it made his grunts and groans sound deeply erotic.

Mirabella clung to him. He made love to her as if it were their first time. And it was. The very first time they even attempted to be physical since the fire and death of their friends and loved ones. Every move, every kiss, every seizure of pleasure cleansed them of the raging guilt and sorrow she had wedged between them. She wouldn’t lose faith again. He stopped in the middle of their passion and broke away from her kiss long enough to get rid of the undershirt he wore. Then his lips returned to hers. He felt feverish. Maybe because his words and actions as Don could be so cold, he saved up the warmth in his heart to flush through his burning body for her when he was just her husband?

Her legs gripped at his waist. Her hands clung to his forearms. It was all in preparation for the big finish. The bed springs creaked loudly beneath her. And just as their passion erupted it climaxed with equal intensity. She drifted on the orgasmic bliss of his love until she could breathe again without wheezing.

He kissed her lips and withdrew.

She looked over at the storm. It had stopped. Had they caused it by holding back so long? She smiled and decided to believe they did.

Giovanni turned to his side and hugged her to him. He kissed her shoulder. He held her close and spooned with her.

“I missed you Bella,” he said and it sounded like a single breath of relief in his voice.

“I missed you too Gio.”

She closed her eyes and smiled. She settled into the most calming restful sleep she’d had in a very long time.

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THE NEXT DAY GIOVANNIhad lunch with his children and wife before hopping in his BMW and driving out of Mondello to Aspra. The roads were without traffic. He made the entire trip without issue. It didn’t take him long to find the fisherman’s cove that Dominic told him Nico frequented. He prayed his friend was inside and sober enough to have the conversation they needed to have. He knew of no other place in the small hamlet to search.

He parked next to several cars and went inside. The place was relatively empty. Only three men sat at the bar. Nico was one of them. Giovanni walked over and took the seat next to him. A beer was put in front of him without asking.

“How did you know I was here?” Nico asked.

“Domi,” Giovanni said.

“Ah, right, Domi,” Nico took a deep swallow.

“Yesterday I took Mirabella to Mondello. We’ve rebuilt.”

Nico nodded as if listening.

“Looks better than before,” Giovanni said. Nico continued to stare at the small television above the bar. Giovanni drank with his friend and watched the playback of a cricket game in London. Then Nico spoke.

“If it’s okay with you, Gio, I plan to return to Sorrento soon. I want to work on the Melanzana restorations. Besides, there is more trouble with the Santoro’s. Three of our best earners are missing. Renaldo thinks their dead.”

“Forget Sorrento. I’m suspending Melanzana restorations.”

“What? Why?” Nico looked at him.

“I’m tearing it all down Nic. Bella, won’t step foot in it. And I have to admit I can’t rebuild on top of what we lost.”

He glanced over to Nico who stared at him with fury in his eyes. His friend was too respectful to voice his opinion so Nico remained silent.

“How are you?” Giovanni asked.

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