Eve rolled out of her mother’s arms and flipped to her back. Arms and legs flung wide, she wore a yellow and white nightdress hiked up to her diaper. He brushed two fingers across her cherubic cheek. Eve sucked her pacifier in her sleep. The two of them never parted. Giovanni chuckled softly to himself and the last of his prideful indignation abated. He lifted his bambina with both palms. Mira didn’t stir. Silently he carried Eve from the room to the adjoining one and placed her in the crib. Eve rolled over, and he tucked her in her blankets. Her eyes popped open. Giovanni offered her pacifier that had fell away into her mouth, and she settled back into sleep. He smiled. His heart beat for her now.
Returning to his room, he toed out of his shoes and pulled his dark crewneck shirt over his head and tossed it aside. He unbuckled his belt and tossed it to the floor as well. After he turned off the lamp next to the bed, shed his boxers, pulled off his socks, he then eased under the blankets with her, nude. Mira turned over and Giovanni kissed her fully. He loved the taste of her. Her perfumed skin was soft to the touch as well. He kissed her cheek then her neck and she moaned. His face lifted, and he waited for her to respond in a more meaningful way. She blinked sleepily at him and her hand touched his forearm. She was his.
When he thrust his tongue at her once more she accepted his kiss and her hold on his arm fell away. Soon after her fingers combed through his hair. He reluctantly broke the kiss to lick and suck his way down her neck to her lovely breasts covered in her nightshirt. Giovanni paused, after having dampened the front of her shirt from sucking on her nipples.
“Take it off,” he grunted.
He moved aside so she could pull the nightshirt off. As she did he pulled on the band of her panties and yanked them down her heart shaped hips and rolled them off her thighs and lower legs. Giovanni was in no mood to talk, argue, and debate the issues between them. He just wanted to be close to her. He tugged her panties off her ankles, going lower on her body, disappearing under the sheets. She parted her thighs and guided them around his neck so the backs of her thighs rested on his shoulders. Apparently his woman had the same idea in mind. His tongue delved between the folds of her slit and then swirled over her clitoris drawing it into his mouth. He covered the swollen nub with his mouth and her body bucked and arched upward. A sweet gasp of pleasure escaped that luscious full pair of lips. The tightened tips of her breasts pointed upward temptingly. Giovanni forced his eyes closed to keep from abandoning the pleasure he gave her between her thighs. Instead he buried his nose into the soft downy hairs covering her mound as he sucked slow and lovingly. He held her steady by her jerking hips and let his tongue tease her into a frenzied state. Her slender hands unconsciously twisted and gripped the sheets, ripping them off the corners of the bed.
Aroused even more by her sweet cries of surrender Giovanni endured the tightness in his groin. He would resist. For the moment he intended to apologize to her slow and sweet. And Mira gasped louder and louder. She grabbed the top of his head and shot upright, while pressing his face against her gyrating center. He pierced her cunt with his tongue as she hissed then shook through her first climax of the night.
“Stop. Stop. Stop. I’m done.” She panted and fell back to the bed. Giovanni’s gaze lifted, and his tongue continued with its figure eight swirls. Her gorgeous breasts heaved and fell with each staggered breath. He was pleased by the bliss on her face. Giovanni eased up on her, covering her body with his as he sucked on one nipple then the other.
“Baby, please let me catch my breath,” she protested, pushing at his shoulders. She looked up at him with such love he regretted being cross with her after dinner. Whatever her reasons were for lying to him he’d forgiven them. He accepted that he wasn’t an easy man to love or trust. He accepted that there were rules in their life he’d have to teach her and not expect her to know. She was after all his and soon she’d be his wife.
“Turn over to your side, Bella. For me.”
He lifted. Mira did as he requested. Giovanni parted her thighs and entered her once more while he drew her snug into his chest. He kissed her shoulder enjoying the warmth from being inside of her. Mira exhaled deeply, her * walls constricted drawing him deeper. She rotated her hips to match his rhythm as he moved in and out of her slowly.