This time I call his name, the octave reaches a new height.
“I’m cumming,” I groan again.
Santino grips my hips, thrusting me up and down on his cock. Our hips grind together in a rhythm of fire. I fly over the edge as his dick pistons through me. Breathing erratic, I plunge into an orgasmic abyss.
Through clenched teeth, he commands, “Keep cuming for Daddy, Gina! Shit!”
“Bad, Dirty Santaaaa!”
Our bodies spasm. My orgasm rips me in half, my walls contract and heave around Santino’s dick. The moment’s frozen in time as Santino meets my climax with his own. His hot semen volleys deep inside of me. We collapse into bed, still entwined, our hearts drumming. As I sniffle back tears of ecstasy, Santino scoops an arm around me.
“I’ll love you for the rest of my life . . .”
“Our lives.” I thread my fingers through his. “What are you talking ab—”
Santino lowers his mouth onto mine. I moan, eyes squeezing shut, arching into his kisses. His huge hands gently follow the slopes of my hips. After caressing my sexy parts, his fingers brush across the not-so-pretty part of my stomach. Yet as I look into Santino’s eyes, my flawed pudge vanishes. Through his eyes, all I see is attentive adulation.
Suddenly I’m where I always meant to be, feels good and tiring. Hungry or not, my sleep will be peaceful with Santino in my arms. I smile at the thought of the food I slaved over. The entire day culminates, affecting me all at once. The pregnancy scare. The hike through the wilderness, God’s creation of the earth. Exhausted, I murmur, “I could stay here with you forever.”
“Me too. I’m glad we finally made it to the cabin, Bella. I’ll let you rest for a little while, then we can eat.”
“What cabin?” I can hardly open my eyes to glance around me. “This is a fortress.”
I’m almost lulled to sleep until I feel his muscles softly shifting as he laughs. “Bella, it’s still a cabin. The cabin we were supposed to visit in October.”
The beating of my heart takes flight, thumping faster, harder. “No. This-this isn’t the cabin, Santino. That other place you took me.Thatwas the cabin.”
“No,sweetheart,”Santino smiles insistently. “That was a crappy little place where Piero dismembers—eh, not important.”
“No . . . but . . .”
“I’ll just say this is the vacation cabin, owned by my cousin when he visits the states. Ma’s side of the family. Bella, that’s as transparent as I’m going to get. This place is clean—apparently, or I wouldn’t bring you here.” He glances around at the crown molding and gleaming chandelier.
“No, no, no.” I sit up in bed. “We shouldn’t be here. My mom, I gave her the address ofthe cabinfor October. This fucking cabin, Santino!”
“Oh, shit,” he groans. “You think someone would come looking for you here? I’m so sorry, Bella. I thought about that when I first took you to the fishing place. Then with the inn. This is why I was on the straight and narrow. One fuck-up, it’s all a domino effect.”
We’re climbing out of bed in a race for who can dress faster.
“No, we’re in this crap because of Gabby.” I shove my legs into the snow pants, no panties this time. “I’m not dealing with it until after Christmas. I don’t care if we grab sleeping bags and hike up to the place from earlier.”
He takes my hand, and we head out of the room. “Bella, you hate being cold.”
“I don’t care!” I follow him down the steps.
Santino mentions that he needs to find his keys and tells me to grab the backpack in the kitchen. He lets go of my hand, then looks me up and down. “Gina, where are your shoes?”
“Shit, damn,” I groan as he lets me go. “Upstairs, I’ll be back.”
“Okay, we should hurry,” Santino says.
As I scurry toward the marble steps, in two quick strides, he calls me back.
“Just in case, Bella,” he murmurs, wrapping me into his arms. Kissing me fiercely, he licks his lips.
“Just in case, what?”
“Go!Go!” he orders in Italian.