I know Carlito was our brother, and it should be sad, but a part of me is relieved that he’s gone. He can no longer hurt us or stir up wars that never needed to exist. We’re freer than we’ve ever been, and I feel that liberation. Antonio is younger; things hit him harder, they always have. He’ll come around eventually.
Jess leads me to the room when we're alone and helps me to the bed.
“Jess, I can walk, I told you.” She shakes her head with a laugh.
“You’re stubborn. I’m not convinced.” She scrunches her nose and crosses to the closet, slips into her pink silk pajamas, and lets me watch as she does so. I know the doctor said we should wait at least another week before having sex, but I’m fighting myself on whether to try and seduce her right now.
I see the look in her eyes when she reads my thoughts plastered across my face as I lay on the bed.
“No.” She smiles and crawls up next to me.
“Hm.” My lip purse as I trace the lines of her back with my fingertips.
“I love you, Jess.” I pull her even further onto my chest– feel her breasts pressing into me.
“I love you.” A stray hair falls into her eyes, and I tuck it behind her ear as she whispers back to me. We lean into each other, and I bring her face closer, kissing her sweetly on the lips. They continue to collide like this, over and over, intensifying with passion as we sink into each other. Every instinct in me wants her as close as possible, so I pull her leg over my hardening cock, and she slides on top of me willingly.
I kiss her neck and begin to unbutton her top until she stops me.
“Wait,” she breathes. “We shouldn’t.”
“I want you.” My head bobs intently, positioning her hips with mine, so she feels my bulge press into her through her thin silk pajamas. She wants to show her love and loyalty to me. I know she does, or she wouldn't have changed in front of me, knowing the pull she has on my heart– and other parts of my body that solely exists for her.
“The doctor said to wait one week, Vince.” A shorter breath escapes, and I know she likes this. I start to move her hips over my bulge, feeling it dip into her wet sheath. The feeling of it causes me to go harder and her to let out a moan that arouses me even further.
“Please, baby. I want you.” I whisper, not fucking caring that I’m begging her. (I’ve decided with her that shit’s acceptable.)
“Fuck.” She breathes as I move her faster over me, engaging her clit in our grinding. I’m not forcing her now as her hips shove into me. I could practically impale her now with how hard I've gotten. Her head drops, and she kisses my neck, sucking just enough to make me remember the euphoric feeling of her lips around my long shaft. I sit us up in an instant, and she wraps her legs around my waist as I pull off her top, revealing her perfect breasts, bouncing as she grinds over my bulge.
She’s perfect. All of her is more perfect than I ever thought I deserved. It’s shitty to admit that I was nothing before her because I really thought I was something. She’d argue with me on this, no doubt. But everything I am is because of her. I fought to stay on this side of life because she was here. I’ll never stop wanting to return the favor. The arousal burning within seems like a suitable way to begin repaying her. I’ll spend my life doing this in any way I can. But for now, this is all I can think of– me inside of her, pleasing her till she passes out with a smile on her beautiful lips.
Fuck. That smile of hers. I’d do anything to keep it on her equally flawless face. I cup my hand on her cheek as we breathe into another kiss. I push her back so I can see the details in the dim city lights seeping in through the window wall. I pull her bottom lip down with my thumb, and she smiles like I want her to.
“Bellissima,” I whisper, and her eyelashes flutter.
“I love when you speak Italian. It’s fucking hot.” She whispers back, her grin widening.
“I love it when you smile. Also fucking hot.” I whisper back, bringing her face back to mine as we beam with love into a heated kiss. She giggles sweetly, lifting off my shirt as the heat between us grows with unfathomable intensity.
It’s inevitable now that I've got to lift her up, bring her where I want her to please her like she deserves. I carry her off the bed and over to the wall, pressing her firmly against it as I slip off the rest of my clothes with my free hand. She laughs a little as I struggle. It’s not smooth, kinda embarrassing, but she’s smiling, so I don’t fucking care. As long as I can keep her happy, that’s all that matters. I’ll look like a fool for the rest of my life if it means that she gets what she wants and rightfully deserves.
I continue to kiss her with such passion that my head begins to spin. She slides down the wall and lands on her feet as I suck on her bare breasts. It’s also another part of her that remains a show stopper. They’re perfect; I swear to God I never cared about breasts this way till I saw her. So, I make it a priority to give them attention, especially from here on out. Now that they're mine– now that she’s mine.
“Oh my God.” She moans, and I grow harder, slipping her pajamas off to see she’s not wearing any underwear.
“Damn, how did I miss your bare ass earlier?” I breathe, and she strokes a hand down my abs, sending shivers down my spine. I look down at her as she responds.
“No one’s blaming you. It was dark.” She bites her lip as my hand finds her already wet opening. My hard, pulsing erection presses to the inside of her soft thigh, and I let out a breath at the pleasure of her skin on mine. She's soaked already, so I push my fingers as far as they will go and begin to hit the spot she goes wild for. When she quivers with pleasure, sucking on my bottom lip with a whimper, I move my fingers faster over the spot.
She gasps. The tip of my cock is now pushing into her thigh. She glances at it with a grin and takes it in her hands, stroking my length with impossibly perfect persistence. There is nothing quite like her hands on me. They’re strong from the work she puts in at the gym, but soft and agile. It’s not the only time I’ve noticed, but now I’m willing to admit it– she’s inhumanely skilled with her hands.
I continue moving faster and faster over her as she does the same, following my rhythm like a song is playing that only we can hear. The pressure is building, so much so that I’m on the verge of losing control. I take deep breaths, willing the words to come to make her pause, so I don't finish just yet.
“Wait.” I kiss her neck, grabbing her hand that’s still stroking me because I want this ecstasy to endure. My knees hit the floor, and I pull her hips over me, reinserting my fingers into her as I begin to lick her aroused, swollen clit. She lets out a gasp as I shove my fingers in and out of her tight pussy, hitting every spot she loves while still flicking my tongue over her mound. She lets out a gasp as she orgasms after only a few moments of this. I know it feels good by the gasps, and I can tell she’s at the height of pleasure because she’s tightening around my fingers as I continue to move them vigorously.
“Vince!” She grasps my shoulder for me to stop, but I’m determined to make her cum again. I continue to move even quicker, her incredibly wet pussy fluttering with pleasure as she digs her fingers into my shoulder. No longer trying to stop me, just trying to endure the overpowering pleasure overcoming her body. Her legs begin to shake.
“Fuck.” She squeals and presses herself into me as she climaxes again. This time around, my fingers are dripping with her. I pull them out and lick the area, taking in her sweetness before spreading the remaining cum around with my fingers.