“Yeah, but you did eventually,” she said in a husky voice as her eyelids drooped closed and fluttered open again.
“Yes, I did. But my mission that night was to make you want me. To make you realize that you wanted me as badly as I wanted you, and you would not continue to punish me as you have been doing. Unfortunately, I ended up making her jealous. She watched my every move, from the time I followed you to the restroom until I returned to the reception hall. She watched as we danced and then still later she watched me watch you. That night she found your panties in my pants pocket, and she questioned me, and things turned ugly.”
“Ugly, how?”
I did not want to sully our night with too much talk about Nadine.
“Let me just say that Nadine had to be forcibly removed from my home. I have not seen or spoken with her since that night.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” she said, clearing her throat.
“Enough of that. Come on,” I said, getting out of bed and reaching for her hand.
“Where are we going?” she asked excitedly.
“I promised you a tour of my home, and that’s what I’m going to do,” I said, taking her into my bathroom first.
“When we return from the tour, I plan to begin the rest of the night’s activities right in here,” I said, pointing at my marble and stone bathroom.”
“Okay,” she said, giving me a leering look. “Oh my gosh! This is the size of my kitchen living, and dining rooms put together,” she replied when we stepped into one of the two dressing rooms in the master suite.
“This entire floor is the master suite. When I do marry, this room will belong to my wife.”
“It’s a boutique, Dante. What woman could possibly need this much space for clothing and shoes?” she asked, looking around.
Laughing, I said, “You would be surprised.”
Seeing my home from Indigo’s eyes gave me a new appreciation of the prosperity and blessings that were bestowed upon me. Sometimes there are things that people take for granted, and I sometimes took my wealth for granted unknowingly.
Indigo marveled and oohed and ahhed at my French style stucco mansion as I showed her the seven bedrooms, nine full and two half bathrooms, living and dining rooms, media room, office, family room, library, billiards room, theatre, and breakfast room.
When we stepped into the kitchen, she fell in love.
“An industrial style kitchen? Oh, the wonders that I could create! Can I prepare breakfast in the morning?”
“On one condition,” I said, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her against me.
My dick was hardening again at just the nearness of her body to mine.
“What’s that?” she asked.
Licking along her neck, I placed my hands between her legs, stroking her pussy,soft folds, and said, “That you’re dressed exactly as you are right now.”
Moaning, Indigo pushed back against me and began gyrating. “I’ll give you whatever you need and feed you whatever you want.”
“Well, I’m still hungry,” I growled in her ear.
Laughing, she said, “You’re always famished, and it seems you never get enough.”
“You’re right. I can never get enough of you.”
Clasping her hand in mine, I grabbed a bottle of wine and led her to the elevator, and we took it to my master suite.
After running her a bubble bath, we sat back in the clawfoot tub and sipped wine.
“Tomorrow, when it is light out, I will take you around to tour the property.”
“Your parents must be mighty proud of you and all that you’ve accomplished.”
“They are, and they’re proud of my brother, too.”
“Your sister. Tell me about her. I know that the benefit was for her and that you have a foundation created in her honor. Maeve told me about her struggles and diagnosis but tell me about Francesca, the woman. The sister that you know and love,” she said.
It touched my heart that she even wanted to know about Francie. Most people never asked, or they looked at my family with pity in their eyes. Others turned their heads away as if somehow Francie’s suffering was a misfortune and a reflection of some grave sin our family committed. It seemed they worried her illness would rub off on them.
“She’s a sweet girl, our Francie. As a little girl, she would follow Gerhardt and me around the house, begging us to play with her. Sometimes we did, but other times we had work to do, or we spent time following our father learning the business early on. At those times, Francie would remain home with Mama learning to cook and take care of the home. When we returned home, if she weren’t immersed in some new recipe she’d convinced Mama to try out, she instantly ran to our side, wanting to hear all about our day. When she first became sick, Francie never complained. Her spirits were down, and she started battling with depression as she grew older but never complained. My sister has a beautiful singing voice, and when the disease first began to affect her speech, she struggled to sing. Tears would fall from her beautiful brown eyes as she repeatedly tried to sing. It was hard for Gerhardt to see her that way; he would always stomp out of the room.
“I’d get angry at him for being so selfish, but one day I followed him to tell him that, and he was hiding in a closet crying. He hated that the disease had robbed our sister of her precious gift. In time, he grew to accept it and learned as I did to comfort her and encourage her. Mama always made sure that Francie had whatever she needed to be happy, as did Papa. But that was one thing they could not give her. A life free of Moyamoya. We all eventually learned patience, humility, and compassion because of my sister’s suffering. It has been a blessing as much as it has been a curse. We drew closer than we already were and learned to appreciate one another more.”
When I shifted in the tub to begin washing Indigo, I noticed silent tears flowing from her eyes. Moving around in front of her, I lifted her chin and kissed her tears away.
“Don’t cry, mio Regina. We are blessed and fortunate for the life we have been given. Even our sweet Francesca, and despite the onset of depression, she battles from time to time, she’s happier than most.”
“But love? Will she ever know true love? Will she ever have a family of her own?”
“It is not such a bad thing that she does not have this. Perhaps...you may understand that all women do not want the same things in life. It is not my sister’s desire to have the things that you want. Francie is happiest when she can be with family and cooking meals for family and friends. Her love is for cooking, our parents, family, and her garden. I have talked with Francie at length about this, and she has no regrets.”
“Are you sure?”
“I am sure. Maybe a woman with a heart like yours finds it difficult to believe that any woman would not have a desire to find love with a man. But I say perhaps she was destined to be like my great-aunt Giorgia who was a nun. Your heart is big, Indigo. And like my sister’s, it holds such a deep capacity to love. But the focus of your hearts is on two different things. Her desire is no less strong, passionate, or fierce than is your desire to one day have a family of your own. And I suspect that one day you will get your heart’s desire.”
What I did not say was, “perhaps sooner than you know.” Instead, I turned my attention towards bathing her, cleansing her of all of our earlier lovemaking and everything else.
I had a wonderful surprise for her tomorrow. I could only hope that she did not become angry about the phone call I made while she slept.
After I finished bathing Indigo, she washed me, and then I carried her back to the room.
She climbed in the bed and lay down, but I spread her legs wide and slicked a finger across her nub and then inside of her.
“Dante, do you ever tire of making love?” she teased, laughter twinkling in her eyes.
“Not when I have a woman like you to feast on. Do you know how often I’ve dreamt of having these moments with you? When you were away from me, I yearned for the time we would com
e together again, and I could taste you.”
Lowering my head, I licked along her slit with wide, long swipes of my tongue. My finger rubbed her clit in circles while I licked and stuck the fingers of my other hand inside of her.
Indigo was right; she was very comfortable with her body. Apricot tinted nails dragged up her body until she squeezed her breasts, rubbing them in circles and pinching her nipples.
As I fucked her with my fingers and tongue, she lifted a breast to her mouth and began to suck her nipple. Looking down at me, I could tell she was being turned on not only by my attention to her but even by what she was doing to her body.
Pushing her thighs up and planting her feet on the bed, I slid a finger into her asshole and drove my tongue deeper into the confines of her pussy. Sucking, licking, and slurping, I matched the pleasure she gave herself lick for lick.
Whimpering sounds slipped from her mouth after she moved to her other breast. Her long fingers joined my fingers inside of her moist folds. Clasping our hands together, I guided her fingers with mine, twisting, plunging, and sliding all inside of her pussy.
Never had a scene turned me on as much as watching her pleasure herself. Pulling our fingers out of her, I sucked them into my mouth, hers and mine. Indigo’s mouth dropped open as she watched me.
I stuck two more fingers inside of her. Lifting our joined hands to her lips, I allowed her to sample what I’d already enjoyed. She moaned at the taste of her juices.
Not a man to easily become jealous, I found myself struggling with that emotion as she enjoyed the nectar on her fingers. Dipping my head once more, I sucked and drank everything that she leaked out, not wanting to share another drop. I savored every taste of her wanting it all for myself.
And perhaps it was the way I drained her or the action of my fingers in her ass, but within a couple of minutes, her dark, lovely thighs squeezed around my head, she pushed her lower half off the bed, and she squeezed her ass cheeks together around my fingers.
With a shudder and a shout, Indigo released it all into my mouth and then relaxed.
“You arouse the jealousy in me, amore mio,” I growled against her lips after I’d slid up against her.
Indigo wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me close. Sucking on my bottom lip, she arched her hips up, inviting me to come inside of her.
Anxious and needing to feel her heat wrapped around me, I dove inside. Every ounce of tenderness I’d always executed with her was gone.
There was an urgency driving me that would allow me no restraint, that brooked no argument, and offered no apologies. Within seconds I was deep within Indigo, nestled into her warmth. Our bodies moved in time as I slid in and out of her, sometimes taking it to the tip and other times pulling completely out before digging in again.
My cock, throbbing and hard, was the excavator busy at the construction site digging deeper into the trenches of her cavern.
I lost myself in her passionate kisses as she opened her mouth to me, her tongue taking control and leading me where she wanted me to go. Her large breasts pressed underneath both of us I could feel the hardening of the tips of her nipples.
Thick fleshy thighs encompassed me about giving me a home that I could be comfortable in for all time. With that thought came flashbacks of Indigo walking through my home,house, and all I could remember was how at home she looked walking through here in the nude and how comfortable I felt with her here.
This woman was like an injection to my system, causing my brain to become warped and imagine scenes and conjure thoughts that never concerned me before. Recalling our earlier conversations, I could imagine her being that woman on my arm.
I wanted more of Indigo. She truly was a queen and carried herself in every sense of the word.
La mia regina nera.
Our lovemaking became desperate and hungry as we behaved like animals in the wild. Our sweat slickened bodies no longer bearing the aftermath of our baths but needing to be showered all over again.
We slid up and down one another, grunting and groaning, hands and tongues moving from here to there, grappling for any expanse of skin. I flipped over onto my back and pulled her on top of me.
Indigo sat regally astride me like the royalty that she was. Her breasts high and proud bounced as if she rode in a carriage. Her thick cloud of curly black hair abolishing the need for a crown as it created a perfect halo framing her beautiful face.
Puckered full lips long free of its lipstick swollen from our kisses formed an “O” as she rose up and then slid back down my dick. I tried keeping my arms underneath my head, but it wasn’t working for me. Reaching first for her breasts and then for her hips, I lifted her and pumped into her with force and slowly timed control.
“Ohhh, fuck me, Dante,” she moaned, capturing her breasts with her hands.
Flipping her onto her back, I rammed my hot, throbbing cock inside of her until she was screaming.
When she came all over me, coating me from the tip of my dick to the base in her juices, I knew I needed and wanted more. Straddling her, I placed my dick between her heavy breasts and fucked them like I was still inside of her.
Indigo slid up, helping me hold her breasts in place, avoiding losing the connection we shared. When her head was propped on the pillow, she lowered her head and took the tip of my dick inside of her hot mouth.
Licking the head, her eyes met mine, and she closed her swollen lips around the tip and worked the head while the base continued sliding between her plump breasts.
Without going any further down, somehow, she was able to compel me to my sweet release. I slid back and forth between her breasts as she continued to milk cum from my dick.
Rolling off her, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her, holding her close to me until we both fell asleep.
CHAPTER 21 – INDIGO
“Who taught you to cook like this?” he asked around a mouthful of food.
Laughing, I replied, “My grandmother and my mother. My grandmother is from Georgia, and her mother was from Alabama. She’s a serious Southern cook. My mom, on the other hand, loved trying new recipes from various countries when I grew up. Both of them taught me their style of cooking.”
I had prepared a nectarine bruschetta, spring herb frittata, maple glazed bacon, jalapeno cheese grits, and zucchini bread. Uselessly I’d worried that perhaps I was making too much food, but from the way Dante was demolishing it, I think I’d wasted my time with the worry.
“I’m glad that you like it,” I said after a few minutes.
“Like? I’m thinking about firing Natalia and hiring you full-time.”
Lifting an eyebrow, I giggled. “What makes you think that I would quit my job to cook for you, Dante?”
“If I surpassed the salary and benefits?”
“You can’t buy people, Dante,” I said, getting up from the table in the breakfast room.
He stood and grabbed my hand, pulling me against his body. I turned my head when he tried to kiss me.
“Hey, look at me.”
I refused to turn my head back to him.
“Mia Regina, look at me.”
I loved it when he called me “My Queen” in Italian, and slowly my head turned his way.
Kissing my lips, he pulled back and looked at me as he cradled my face in his hands. “I would never insult you, and if I did so, I apologize. It was not my intent, but I just want you to know that I am impressed with your talent and skills. In every way.”
The flicker of sensualness in his eyes let me know that he meant every word that he said.
“I just don’t want you to take me for granted.”
“I would never do that. I don’t want you to think that I am some rich, pompous asshole because I am not that. I am a genuine man who is concerned about everyone that I come into contact with. You mean a lot to me, and I do not desire to offend you. Which brings me to my next point.”
“What’s that?”
“I have a gift for you,” he said, leading
me to the front of the house.
Arriving in his office, he pulled a gift box from underneath his desk and held it out to me.
“What’s this?”
“Something that I had delivered for you this morning.”
“I didn’t hear anyone arrive.”
“You were in the shower. Open it.”
Hesitantly I looked at the box and then back at him. “And you came downstairs like that?” I asked, jutting my chin at his penis waving around.
He hadn’t lied. Dante was planning on us being naked the entire weekend.
“No, I had on a bathrobe. Now open that, please,” he insisted, holding his desk chair out for me.
Sitting down in the chair, I began to open the gift box slowly.
Inside was a beautiful dove-grey, cashmere cutout sweater. So soft underneath my fingertips, I instantly fell in love with the design.
“How did you know that I love turtlenecks?”
“I don’t know that, but I know what looks great on you, and everyone can’t pull them off. But you can.”
I fingered the hole that would leave my left shoulder exposed.
“And it’s sexy,” I said, smiling up at him.
“Just like you,” he said, walking away from me and pulling two boxes from underneath the couch.
“What?”
“For you,” he said, shoving them in my direction.
“I can’t accept these gifts from you, Dante.”
“Why not? I abducted you for the weekend and did not let you bring clothes. When you return home, you will need fresh clothes to wear.”
“You’re right about that, but I could have washed the ones that I brought. You didn’t have to do this.”
“Why not? Besides, it is your birthday.”
A cold chill ran through me, and I stared at him as anger roiled in my belly.
“How did you know that?”
My tone was cold and empty.
“Maeve.”
He said her name so sweet and affectionately, letting me know how much she cared about me.
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