“I’ll take care of her don’t worry. You two have fun, ciao!”
Mira pushed down the antenna and put the cordless phone on the bathroom sink. She headed straight for the shower. When she drew open the frosted glass door. The steam swirled in a hazy mist over him as he lathered his hair. Mira couldn’t wait to touch him. She ran her hands over his broad back mesmerized by the tattoo that reached from one shoulder to the other. She kissed and traced her tongue over the intricate design. Giovanni went forward, his strong arms outstretched and his palms flat to the tile wall. The muscles under his golden tan skin flexed and she traced kisses down his spine. Water cascaded in rivulets down his spine and back. He turned around and kissed her, drawing her directly under the warm spray. She cursed at getting her hair wet. It was too late to turn back now. She laughed wiping at her face, and he kissed the side of her neck. “Is everything okay?” he asked.
“Yes. Eve’s fine, though I miss her. We should have brought her with us.” Mira said as he ran his hands over her thighs.
“If we did, I wouldn’t be able to do this.” He lifted and placed her up against the wall. She giggled from his strength. He pushed her up higher so he could suck lovingly on her extended nipples.
“Mmm, you have a point.”
Penetration of his invading cock stretched her below mercilessly. Every veined inch of his cock brought her closer to her peak. He licked her lips while working his thrusts until he was left grunting her name with desire. She tried to catch her breath. The heat wave caused by the warm jets out of the showerhead had her sweating and sucking down the hot air. Believing she could stand no more he slowed down his passionate thrusts to more loving ones while keeping her pinned to the wall. When she felt him nearing a climax she said a silent thank you to God that she survived it all.
After he released her, they showered in silence, touching and kissing each other’s intimate spots. Mira throbbed between her legs. She swore she would do all that she could to make it through the next couple of hours without another love session. Her body couldn’t handle it.
True to his word he had bathrobes for them, but he also had some of her things in the closet, the things she left behind when she fled Italy. “I can’t believe you kept my clothes,” she said. He didn’t answer. She tied the robe that he provided and it did fit her nicely. When she walked down the stairs she could again marvel at how modern and elegant the place was. “Who decorated this place?”
“The owner had a lady decorator named Joanne Calauti who furnish the place. I decided to keep her on. She isn’t done. She worked as a head decorator from the previous owner.”
“She?” Mira paused on the center step.
Giovanni winked. “She’s a designer. Like you. Except she does other stuff.”
“What kind of stuff?” Mira’s nose wrinkled. “Giovanni? What kind of stuff.”
He picked up the glasses of wine he’d poured earlier bringing her one. “Decorating stuff. You understand. Of course you can redecorate it if you want. I’ll fire her.”
She accepted the glass of wine. “I just might do that. I’m interested in creating again.”
“Designing pretty dresses again? Do you miss it?” he asked.
Mira shrugged. “It’s not the same with Fabiana gone. I make Eve’s clothes, but I’m not sure if I want to enter that world again.”
He rubbed her arm. “Let’s change the subject. What do you want for Christmas?”
She glanced up. With all the drama she forgot the holiday approached. “I think celebrating it alone with you and Eve will be the only thing I want this year.”