Late night has becomeearly morning as Gina and I are seated on the balcony outside of her bedroom. The stars are fading away. A color I can’t describe has lightened the sky. Gina snuggles into me. I ask, “Have you been to Italy?”
“A few times.”
“I’m going to take you to my home there. I swear the sky reminds me of it tonight.”
I laugh as she says, “You’re either in love with the taste of my sex or . . . Well, must be that since you haven’t quite fucked me yet. Oh, I’m not trying to be sarcastic—I just always sound like that.”
She’s starting to sound self-conscious, I grind into her. “Once we stretch you for me, I will. But I’ll take you home. One day.”
“Take me tomorrow?” A silly smile is on her face, and she cocks a brow.
Though Gina’s joking, stripping comes to mind. Just a few gigs, then I could take her first class anywhere she’d like to go. But Gina’s mentioning her frequent flier miles when I tell her that I offered to take her home.
“Okay, so I’m asking you . . .” Her eyes sparkle at me. “I don’t understand what’s between us, Santino, or how long it will last.”
“Forever.”
She lowers her head against my shoulder. “That’s the kind of confidence I require of my team at work. The kind my father instilled—oh,crap. I shouldn’t bring up . . .”
I smile down at her. “You can tell me anything.”
When she offers this ‘yeah right’ face, I repeat myself. “Anything.”
“Alright, anything.” Gina shrugs. “I was about to block you when your text came through. Trust me, when I pull that tactic, it’s like dropping a bomb. Santi, that video you sent me must be heartbreaking.”
I cup her breasts, drawing her ass against my cock.
“Hey, you said . . .”
“And I’m telling you, Bella.” I pinch her nipple between my index and thumb. Clearing my throat, I speak up. “I’ve considered deleting the old video on my phone so many times. My sister was in and out of the hospital with breast cancer.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“Our parents had us pretty late in their years. You heard my ma. She will forget everything but the fight in her. Like you, Ma’s a fighter.”
A smile brightens Gina’s face.
“Anyway, my dad was mixed up in . . .”My ma’s family business. Running with her brothers.“Mixed in some bad shit. Ma dropped him so many times.”
Unsure why I’ve gone off on a tangent, I hug Gina closer to me. “So, anyway, they had us old. Still not too old for Mina to die young. She was in the hospital withering away, unable to attend Ma’s 70thbirthday party. At the end of the video, Ma realized who we all were. She had the biggest smile on her face.”
Gina nudges her ass softly into mine. “Awe, Santino.”
“I was telling my sister that I’d delete the clip once the videographer I paid finalized Ma’s birthday video. Mina said she might be able to wait.” The muscles beneath my jaw work harder. “Mina was so tiny. I could wrap my hands around her stomach, twice over. Mina threatened revenge from the grave if I deleted the video before the videographer had the same frame of Ma’s smile.”
“So, did the videographer have a better video?”
“As much as he cost? Hell yeah. He had ‘the money shot,’ pretty much for every moment that night. But it wasn’t about the promise. So, with every new phone, I’ll never delete the video.”
13
Gina
“Make love to me,now,please.” I groan. My back is flush against Santino’s immense body. Though I’m aware he saw me gawking at his colossal cock before, I’m prepared now. His heartbreaking story has made me want to seal the madness of desire between us.
He moves me around, like a stripper would his highest paying client. I’m suddenly beneath a mountain of muscles, screaming “Santi,” for the hell of it.
Santino’s hand runs down my stomach, blazes around the curve of my hips. His palms circle back up to my knees, pressing me wide. My pussy juices up like never before.