Saying nothing more, I started rocking myself against him as his cock slid in and out of me. I loved this position. I loved being in charge. I decided how slow or fast I went. But what I loved the most was seeing every expression on his face as I took him deeper and deeper into my core.
He truly was a beautiful man.
Why he was insisting on marrying me was still oblivious to me. I knew he believed that we could stop the bloodshed together, but we couldn’t. No matter how many times I tried to tell him, he never listened. He seemed to think that both families would see the error of their ways and agree but with the deep-seated hatred ground into each generation, that would be a hard sell.
He firmly gripped my waist as I slowly rolled my hips.
A guttural moan escaped his lips as his head fell back.
Rocking above him, I watched the expressions that marred his face in rapt attention. Everything from pleasure to determination was visible as I painstakingly took my time, enjoying the feel of his hard length move within my body.
With him like this giving me pleasure while I pleasured him, I felt powerful. Like I could do anything. He gave me that. The strength and power to control my own destiny.
I could change anything, be anything.
Closing my own eyes, I let my head fall back as I lost myself in the darkness of the night as a sensual pleasure washed over me. Everything with Giovanni came easy, like we’d been together for years. It was fulfilling and straightforward, like two pieces that fit perfectly together. I reveled in the motion as I moved on him. The slow glide. There was no rush. It was just us. Only us. Everything faded into nothing.
My body hummed as tiny sparks flitted across my skin, tickling me with every roll of my hips. His breath mingled in the darkness with mine as we both lost ourselves in the sensual pleasure of the night.
Then like a light a shooting star in the sky, I felt him grip my hips harder as he pushed deeper into me just as we both evaporated into the night.
Gasping, I fell forward, laying my head on his shoulder. His arms wrapped me in his embrace as we both rode out the euphoria of the night.
26
Layla
I woke to the bright sun shining across my face. Moaning, I rolled over and gasped as I saw my Aunt Roxy lying on the bed next to me doing her daily crossword puzzle. For as long as I could remember, she always did them. She believed they kept her mind active, and she was all about learning anything new.
My Aunt Roxy wasn’t shy about showing off what God gave her. She still looked beautiful with her big pink hair, faded jeans, and a skintight tank top that showed off her ample breast. She was vibrant, energetic, and full of life, and when she spotted me staring at her, her smile filled the room with joy.
“About time you woke up.”
Moving quickly, I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her hard as something broke deep inside me. Tears I didn’t know I had filled my eyes. I hadn’t a childhood memory that didn’t have my Aunt Roxy in it. All the good and bad, Roxy had been there for me, cheering me on, disciplining me when I did something I shouldn’t have. She was my best friend when I didn’t have one, and she became my mother when my own mom was gone. Throughout my whole life, I always had Roxy there in my corner, and I loved her dearly.
“Oh, my sweet baby girl. I missed you something fierce,” she said, her arms hugging me tightly. Releasing me, she held me back from her as she said, “Let me look at you, sweetheart. God, you sure are a sight for sore eyes. How are you doing?”
Wiping my eyes, I sniffed. “I’m better now.”
“I’ll be the judge of that. What’s this that I hear that the cute Italian feller wants to marry you?”
I chuckled and laid my head down in her lap as her fingers brushed through my hair. “Giovanni.”
“Hmm. What kind of name is Giovanni?”
“It’s the Italian equivalent of John.”
“Then why not call him John?”
I laughed, “Because he’s Italian, Aunt Roxy.”
“I like John better. Giovanni is a mouth full.”
“Have you met him?” I asked, looking up at her, smiling.
She nodded. “Sure did. He was very respectable. I met his brothers, and oh my, that Sal is one piece of delicious man-meat. His sister is sweet as honey, but his momma. Well, she is a stuck-up bitch, but I’ll bring her to heal soon enough. That woman seriously needs to get laid.”
I lost it and laughed heartily. God, I loved Roxy. Famous for saying what was on her mind, she let everything flow. She didn’t believe in holding back that the world was already too uptight. Someone needed to have some sense, and it was her job to make sure those around saw the writing on the wall as plainly as possible.