“It’s the same,” she says softly, and I slowly, ever so slowly slide into her. Both of us looking at each other as I do it. Not saying anything, I don’t even know if I’m breathing at this point. The heat and wetness from her pussy make it so hard to go slow.
“You’re wrong,” I tell her when I’m balls deep in her, and I wait for a second before I move. “It’s better.” I pull out a bit and then slam into her again. “So much better.” The slow of before is gone and what I feel now is the need to just get my fill of her.
“Made for me,” I say. I put my hands by her head and lean down, her tongue coming out, and I suck it in my mouth. Her legs move back, letting me go even deeper, and her pussy gets tighter.
“I’ve wished for this moment right here ever since you walked away from me,” I tell her, but the need to move faster stops me from talking. Her back arches as she locks her legs around my waist.
“Fuck,” I hiss, slamming into her over and over again, the sound of skin slapping together fills the room, and I know she’s about to come because she claws her nails into my ass, not wanting me to move, but I can’t stop. My balls start to get tight, and before I know it, I’m coming in her at the same time she comes around me. I bury myself and then slowly roll to the side. Our chests heaving, our bodies sweaty. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?” she says, looking up.
“I thought it was going to last a lot longer than that,” I tell her.
She doesn’t let me finish. Instead, she gets on top of me, and she kisses me, nipping at my bottom lip. “We still have another eight rounds to go.” She then slips her tongue into my mouth, and my hands get lost in her hair, and then roam down her back to her ass, squeezing it. She lifts her hips, and my cock is ready for round two.
“Looks like your recovery time didn’t change,” she says. Sitting up on my cock, she rides me for this round. And this time, I last a lot longer than her, four times longer than her. And when we finally fall asleep early the next morning, it’s right after round nine.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Eliahn
“No,” I mumble when I feel soft kisses on my naked shoulder and then feel my legs being pulled apart. “I need food, Luca.” I open one eye and see that we are on the couch. Actually, we are on my couch. After round four or maybe five and then waking after a power nap, we were both hungry, so we went over to my house to eat the leftovers that his parents gave us, and it was the best food I’ve ever eaten. Of course, that was almost six hours ago.
“But I have a little something I want to give you,” he whispers and tries not to laugh.
“I’ve seen your little something you want to give me, and it’s not small,” I tell him and then let him turn me over. His mouth takes my nipple into his mouth, and my legs open for him. Every single time he touches me, I think I’ll get used to it, but I don’t. The little butterflies start, and then the need to touch him just takes over. What we had on the cruise was nothing compared to what I feel for him now. I move my fingers in his hair, and I reach between us, grabbing his rock-hard cock in my hand. I bring him to me and rub it up and down my slit; he must have the same idea because he’s sliding in me and now his kisses leave my nipple and move up my chest to my neck. I move my neck to the side, giving him access to it when I hear the front door open. Luca’s head snaps up, and we look at each other to make sure that we actually heard the door open, and by the time realization dawns, we hear Aiden running down the hall.
“NOOOOOO!” I yell when he comes into view, and my mother bumps into him and stands there with her mouth open. It takes her a minute to register what is going on. Luca is trying to shield me with his naked body, and I’m trying to block his naked ass from view with my legs. It’s a clusterfuck.
“Oh my God,” she says, turning around and stopping my father from coming into the room. “Aiden, come here.”
“Mom, you got mosquito bites again?” Aiden says, coming over, and I put up my hand, but then I hear my father.
“Aiden, let’s go play in the yard,” he says, and Aiden runs away to go to my father.
“You two take your time. We are going to be in the yard,” my mother says.
“Just go, Mom,” I say, dying from the couch. Luca remains on top of me.
“We didn’t see anything,” she says again, and I put my hands on my head.
“Just go,” I say, and then we hear the door close. “Did that just happen?”
“If you mean did your parents and our son catch us banging on the couch?” He now comes out from hiding in my neck, and he looks at me. “That would be a yes.”
“You need to get off me,” I tell him, and I don’t know how he does it, but one knee goes up, a hand wraps around my waist, and he picks us both up. “How are you still in me?” I ask, looking down, and he just shrugs.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea to ask this question before we get dressed,” he tells me and then walks upstairs with me. “What are the chances of us finishing?”
I groan. “My parents are outside,” I tell him, and I really want to forget it and just spend an extra five minutes with him. “Zero.”
He gently places me on the bed, and my legs fall from his waist, and he walks away, going to the bathroom. I spring up and follow him, jumping in the shower. “Fuck,” he says from the sink, and I wipe the steam off the glass shower door to look at him. “I don’t have clothes here.”
“What?” I ask him, confused.
“I walked over here in a towel,” he tells me, and I suddenly remember going downstairs to his kitchen to eat something and finding nothing. So we grabbed two towels from outside and snuck into my house through the fence.
“I’ll get dressed and go and get you some clothes.” I close my eyes. “Unless the ground opens up and swallows me,” I say, and the door to the shower opens, causing me to jump back. “What are you doing?”
“I need to take a shower,” he tells me, grabbing the soap and lathering himself with it.
“My parents are outside,” I say, shocked.
“Your mother just saw me in you. I don’t think us taking a shower together is going to change anything,” he says, laughing. I know he’s right, but I shake my head and jump out of the shower. “I didn’t even get to wash your back.” He winks at me, and I glare at him.
“It’s all fun and games when it’s my parents,” I tell him, drying myself off. “Imagine if it was yours.” He closes his eyes. “Exactly.”
“Go get me some clothes, and then we can go and face our audience,” he tells me, and I nod. I rush to my walk-in closet and slip on a pair of panties and a bra throwing on a pair of olive linen shorts and a white T-shirt. I walk downstairs and cringe when I look at the living room; there are cans of whip cream lying on the floor and dried-up chocolate we melted in the microwave and then scalded ourselves with. There is a knock on the door this time, and I yell to come in.
My mother sticks her head in. “Is it safe?” She laughs, and I want to die. Honestly, I have a child, so I know they know I’ve had sex at least once before but to catch me in the act. I raise my hand to my head, the can of whip cream still in it. “Aiden needs to go to the bathroom, and he doesn’t want to just pee in the bushes.”
“It’s fine,” I tell her, and she opens the door, and Aiden comes running in.
“I have to pee, Mom,” he says, going to the bathroom and not closing the door. My mother comes in slowly and looks around the room.
“So did you have a nice date?” she asks, trying not to laugh, and I groan.
“Mom,” Aiden says, coming out of the bathroom. “I’m hungry.” He walks to the fridge and opens it, grabbing a couple of cookies. “We finished all of Nonna’s cookies last night, and Grandpa wouldn’t share any of his.”
“Um.” I can’t even form a sentence, and just when I think it can’t get worse, I hear Luca coming down the steps and see he’s wearing my pink robe. His arms look like they are going to bulge out of it. He holds it closed at the waist
with his hands and the sash.
“I figured I would just go get dressed at my house,” he says, nodding to my mother. “Hello.” She smiles at him and then walks to me. “I’ll be back,” he says, leaning in and kissing me, and his smell makes me forget where I am. “Hey, buddy,” he says, and Aiden comes over to him. “Are you ready for the birthday party?”
“Yeah,” Aiden says, jumping down now.
“Let’s go next door, and after I get dressed, we can kick the soccer ball around,” he tells him. Aiden follows Luca out the back door, and I see them walking in the yard.
“Where is Dad?” I ask my mother, who now laughs.
“He went to get everyone coffee, and I think some whiskey for himself. Honey, you really need to get some throw blankets.”
“Mom, why didn’t you call?” I ask her.
“I did four times,” she says, walking over to the stool to sit down. “I’m not sitting on that couch until the steam cleaners come in tomorrow and clean it. I don’t care if it happens again, but seeing it and thinking it are two different things.”
I grab the things, and by the time my father comes back into the house, he’s carrying two trays of coffee and also has a basket of baked goods and a couple of containers of eggs and bacon. “I got something for us to eat,” he says and then looks at me.
“Okay, Dad, I had sex,” I tell him, and he shakes his head.
“I’m fully aware you had sex,” he tells me, grabbing his own coffee and walking to my liquor cabinet. “At least once before.”
“Honey,” my mother starts, “you remember when we were young.” Luca walks into the back door dressed this time. His baby blue jeans are tight in all the right places, and a white T-shirt pulls in all the right places. I want to walk up to him and kiss him. I want to hold his hand.
“Morning,” Luca says to them and then walks over to me and putting his arms around my shoulder bringing me to him. “Hey,” he says, kissing my lips, and I hold him around his waist. I don’t think we’ve shown this type of affection before in front of my parents.
“My father got food,” I tell him, and he just nods his head.
“You okay?” he asks me, and I just nod. With him by my side, I’m okay. He walks into the kitchen, grabbing a plate for him and one for Aiden, who comes in now out of breath and asking for water. His cheeks are red from running, and I see some of his hair stuck to his forehead. He brings both plates to the table.
“Go wash your hands,” he tells Aiden, who now skips to the bathroom and then comes back with water dripping from his hands as he dries them on his shorts. He gets on the chair next to Luca, and they eat together while my father drinks his coffee, and my mother gets up to get a coffee.
I think it’s going to be okay. I think to myself, and right as I’m about to sit down, I hear Aiden say, “Look, it’s my nonna and nonno.” Looking out the window, I see Luca’s parents walking around his backyard. His father has his phone to his ear no doubt trying to call his son.
“Where is your phone?” I ask him, and he shrugs but gets up and goes out the door, and I watch him call his parents over. I see them talking, and then I see Luca turn around, and the three of them head our way.
“It’s fine,” he says, and only then do I notice that his father is carrying a bag. “Hey,” Luca says, coming in the house. “My parents wanted to drop off some treats for Aiden.”
“Come in,” I tell them, and then my mother stands next to me. “You can meet my parents,” I say with a smile on my face, which is the opposite of what my stomach feels like. I think I’m going to throw up.
“We don’t want to intrude,” Dominic says and then looks over at my mother and then my father. “I’m Dominic,” he says, handing the bags to Luca as he shakes my father’s hand and then my mother. “This is Gabriella.” He motions to Gabriella, who smiles and shakes my parents’ hands.
“These are my parents, Leonard and Maryse.” My voice cracks a bit and then goes high, and they look at me a bit weird.
“Nonna,” Aiden says, poking her with his finger. “My grandpa ate all my cookies and didn’t share.” Gabriella bends and picks him up and kisses his cheek.
“That’s okay, amore mio.” He smiles at her. “I made you some more.”
“They were delicious,” my father says. “The best I’ve ever tasted.”
“Would you like something to drink? Some coffee?” I ask them and then look at Luca. “Bring them in,” I hiss at him, and he just shakes his head, putting the bag down on the counter. Instead of telling them to come in, he walks to me and grabs my face in his hands.
“Relax,” he says and then kisses me softly.
“They always kiss,” Aiden says, and I laugh. “Sometimes naked, too.” I roll my lips together and close my eyes while everyone else laughs. “Nonna, you need to give us some spray for the mosquitos.” My head falls forward on Luca’s chest, and he just hugs me, and I thank God I’m not facing his parents for the next part. “This morning, they both had mosquito bites, and they had to check each other naked. Daddy was on top of Mommy.”
“Okay,” my mother says, slapping her hands together. “Let’s see what your nonna brought you.” Aiden cheers, wiggling out of Gabriella’s arms.
“I hope she brought the chocolate ones,” he says, then stops. “None for you, Grandpa. You’re going to get a sore belly.” Everyone walks away from us to the kitchen, and then I hear plates coming out, and I look over and see that our fathers are sitting at the table watching the women fix our plates.
“Remember this morning when I wanted the ground to swallow me up?” I look at Luca, who just smiles. “I changed my mind now, now would be good.”
“Mom, she made your lemon cookies,” Aiden says, and I look at him. His smile is huge on his face as Gabriella leans down to kiss him. He is surrounded by so much love, and he has them wrapped around his finger.
“Let’s go eat,” Luca says, and then I walk with him into the kitchen and grab a lemon cookie. For the next three hours, our parents get to know each other, and they decide that Sunday will be our official family day. They make plans for next Sunday, and Gabriella insists that everyone come over to her house, and she entices us with all her cooking suggestions.
We rush out the door to go to the birthday party with hugs and kisses and a promise to call them tomorrow. When we finally get home that night, I look over at Luca. “Where are we sleeping tonight?”
“I don’t care,” he says and looks over at Aiden. “Where do you want to sleep tonight?”
“At Daddy’s,” Aiden says. “Mommy, are you coming with us?”
“Always,” Luca says, and I just smile at him. “We need to have a talk about this,” he says, getting out of the car and then opening Aiden’s door.
“I don’t think there is much to talk about,” I tell him, and he puts Aiden down, who walks up the stairs to the front door.
“Well, there are two ways we can do this. You can move into my house, or we can buy a house together,” he tells me and walks to the door opening it.
“Wait a second,” I say. “Maybe you should ask first.”
“Ask about what?” he says, coming to me. “Aiden, go get a snack,” he says over his shoulder.
“Dad, someone made a mess in your house!” Aiden yells, and I close my eyes. “All the couch cushions are on the floor.” I take a deep breath.
“Just get a snack!” I yell at him, and he shrugs and walks back in the house.
“Did we or did we not spend the night together?” he asks me but doesn’t give me a chance to answer. “Did we or did we not wait seven years to get together again?” I roll my eyes because I hate when he’s right. “We are going to do this, Eli. I want to have our stuff in the same house so you don’t have to keep packing a bag and I don’t have to go home in a pink robe.”
“I was going to go and get you your clothes,” I tell him.
“That’s the thing,” he says and grabs my hand and pulls me toward his house. “I want o
ur stuff to be in one place. I don’t want Aiden to have two rooms. I want him to have one.”
“What if we don’t get along?” I ask him.
“What if we get along fine?” he counters. “How about we do a trial then?”
“Like?” I ask him.
“Seven days you live with me, morning, afternoon, night,” he tells me.
“Isn’t that what we do now?” I ask him.
“I rest my case,” he says, kissing my nose. “I’m going to give Aiden a bath. You go pack your clothes for a week.”
“You’re really annoying,” I tell him, turning to walk out of the house.
“You don’t need to pack pjs,” he says and winks at me. “You have lots of mosquito bites I need to make sure are okay.” I shake my head and close the door, and when I do, I look up and laugh. He’s everything I thought he would be and more.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Luca
“There you are.” I hear Leonard say from the doorway to my office.
“Here I am,” I say. Looking at the clock, I see it’s almost time for me to leave to go and get Aiden. It’s been five days since they ‘moved in’ with me, and we are like a well-oiled machine. I drive him to school every day, and then she picks him up. We prepare dinner side by side, and at night, after he’s been sleeping for an hour and a half and it’s safe, we get lost in each other. I thought sex with her seven years ago was the best I’ve ever had. I was wrong. It’s just so much fucking better, and I’m ready to take it to the next step. “I don’t have much time,” I tell him. “Eli has to work a bit later than normal, so I have to pick up Aiden.”
He nods his head at me. “I heard.”
I lean back in my chair. “What can I do for you?”
“I wanted to have a chat,” he says, coming in and closing the door behind him. I sit up, crossing my hands on the desk.
“This sounds like a serious chat.” My thumb starts to hit the desk nervously.
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