TWO WEEKS LATER…
Marcello
It has bothered me for a long time now. It has bothered me since she said yes last week. I don’t want anymore secrets between us. I don’t want anything that will get between us and ruin our perfect marriage even before it actually begins.
The good doctor from India gave me a call last night with the good news that I have been waiting for for months. Roberto is finally out of the lifelong comma that had deemed him dead for these last months.
I still can’t find away to break the news to Elsa. I am worried about how she will possibly react to the news about the person whom she thought was dead being alive after all this time. Will she hate me for keeping this a secret from her?
I couldn’t have told her anything before Roberto has awoken. I wanted to be sure he is perfectly alive before telling anyone anything.
I am planning to fly to Bologna today, With Elsa to visit Roberto. If possible, I would like that he is transfered to the best hospital in Sicily where he can have his final recovery.
***
As usual, Elsa keeps pressing for the reason behind this trip. Our wedding is only one week away and a lot has been going on lately in preparation. I met up with Lorenzo and talked about it after going through two thick hours of interrogation about my intentions with his daughter. Even though I had no interest and personally found no reason to meet up with Rosa, I did. She didn’t air out any rejections of a sort. She is still part of the family anyway.
Elsa’s mother flew over from Milan last week and stayed over at the estate as per my insistence. I asked Elsa to make her stay with us for security reasons. My enemies being on the lose, are capable of getting a hold of her to use her as a bait to get me. She spent only two days, being a busy woman and spent every hour of those days with her daughter. I admired the mother-daughter relationship they shared. They are lucky to have each in their lives. I personally have no good memories with my biological mother.
***
Elsa
When we reached Bologna, it is already nine in the night. We are served dinner at the hotel where we are going to spend the night but we hardly finish it because of the lustful glances we keep giving each other on the table.
Impatiently, Marcello carries me off to our suite, abandoning the dinner on the table.
As soon as the door locks behind us, his lips touch mine, and his teeth gently biting into my lower lip. He grabs my ass and lifts me from the ground. I wrap my legs around his hips and return his kiss. He caresses my lips, and his hands wander all over my body as he carries me to the huge table in the living area. He lays me on the tabletop and pulls his T-shirt off with a fluid motion. I can’t stop grinning as he takes my shorts off.
“What about the boots?” I ask as the shorts and my lace panties fly across the room, landing on the floor somewhere.
“You can keep those on.”
He motions to me to raise my arms, and a moment later I am splayed before him, wearing only the long, mid-thigh-high socks and black boots. Marcello places his strong hands on my hips and lifts me, pushing me deeper onto the table. Surprising. I think he’d rather want to pull me closer and slide his manhood inside me. His eyes, flaring with lust and half-closed, drill holes in me. I spread my legs wide, propping my feet on the table and cross my arms above my head. He moans
“I love that,” he whispers, unbuttoning his jeans. His gaze doesn’t leave my wet pussy for even a moment.
“I know.”
He stands at the base of the table, naked, stroking the insides of my thighs, before pushing his tongue into my moist hole.
My body fires up under his touch as his tongue assaults me. It is violent, and full of lust, as it plays with my clit. Slowly, he slides two fingers into my pussy and starts to stroke. Lazily, he moves them in and out. Another moment, and I will come. I have been at the very edge of ecstasy since he has taken his pants off, but I don’t want to climax so fast.
“I know you’re about to come,” Marcello says, slipping a finger into my ass.
That is it. I come immediately. My body arched, tense and shaking. And he doesn’t stop. His movements only quicken.
“Again, baby.” Another finger in my back passage.
“Oh, God!” I cry out, surprised with the intensity of the sensation.
His tongue fondles my pulsating clit, picking up the pace. Another orgasm comes a dozen seconds later. And then another, and one more. They come and go in waves of exhausting ecstasy. Images of Marcello are flashing through my mind-with his gun, focused and strong, then laughing and carefree. I open my eyes and look at him. His eyes are full of animalistic lust. I come so hard then. My fingers clench around his hair, and when the last orgasm floods like a wave through my whole body, I feel cramps all around. They are paralyzing. I collapse back to the tabletop with a crash.
“Good girl,” Marcello breathes, biting his lip. Then he grabs my ankles and savagely pulls me to the very edge of the table.
Without taking his eyes off me, he grabs his erect manhood and slowly, gently slides it inside me, keeping watch of my reaction.
“Harder,” I whisper, nearly inaudibly.
“Don’t provoke me, amato.”
Marcello moans softly and drops his head, sliding the entire length of his cock inside me. Shortly, his hips start swaying rhythmically. Back and forth. He makes love to me. It is a paradox that this man could be the epitome of gentleness and care. He reacts to each breath coming out of my lungs, each movement of my head. With the fingers of his right hand, he caress my nipples, squeezing harder once every moment. The thumb of his left hand circles my throbbing clitoris. The mix of pain and the ecstasy that was bubbling inside me, threatening to explode again, are making me feel completely weightless.
“Hit me,” I plead. His hips stop. “Hit me, don Marcello!” I cry when he doesn’t react.
His eyes flare with fury and his hand shoots out, clasping around my throat. I let out a scream filled with lust and desire, throwing back my head. He is this close to fucking me like an animal, but I know he won’t. For a second, he considers my words before finally pulling me off the table and standing me down by the wall, leaning me against it.
“Like a whore?” he hisses, pushing his dick back in as I lean my forehead on the cold stone.
“Please.” I feel the delirious bliss coming to me again. He grabs my hair with one hand and my throat with the other.
It doesn’t matter that his movement inside me is slow and gentle. The violence of what he does with his hands is making me red hot with lust. He strangles me, but very skillfully. I can barely keep my arousal at bay. At one point, he takes his hand away from my throat only to painfully punish my swollen nipples. His teeth bite into my ear, then my neck and shoulder, but I can’t do anything to retaliate.
When he feels he is getting close, he lets go of me and turns me around.
“Sit down,” he says, pointing me to a low stool. Then he grabs my chin between index finger and thumb, opening my mouth. “All the way, girl.”
Without warning, he pushed his cock into my mouth and starts fucking it brutally, flooding my throat with a great wave of cum just a minute later. I choke, trying to rip his hands off me, but he doesn’t stop until he is done. Finally, his hips stop pushing, but his dick is still resting on my lower lip.
“Swallow,” he orders, gazing at me coldly.
I do as he tells me. Only then does he let me go, pushing me toward the couch.
“I love you!” I call out with a wide grin as he turns to the wall.
“You know most whores aren’t as kinky as you?” he asks, lying next to me and covering the both of us with a soft blanket.
“They should look for another job.” I shrug, licking his nipple.
Marcello wraps his arm around me.
“It’s not my fault I like it a bit rough.”
Marcello turns his face to me, looking me in the eyes. “A bit? I nearly choked you, woman!”
He sighs loudly and lays on his back.
“Honestly, sometimes I’m afraid of how you make me feel.”
“Then imagine how scared I am of who I’m becoming with you.”