“Spend time with me and the children. Family time. Being home for dinner, being home on Sundays. I want to get to know you, what you like to do in your free time, what you like to do.” I tried to remember the last time I had done something I liked to do that didn’t involve my work. I couldn’t. “Don’t tell me there’s nothing you like to do but work. There must be something else you like to do besides torture and killing.” So uninhibited with her words. It was a breath of fresh air. I hummed, squeezing her head tighter.
“I’m good at both.”
“I don’t doubt it,” she whispered, shivering. “I love painting and Pilates.” My fingers on her neck loosened.
“Painting?”
“Yes, canvases. Still lifes, landscapes, animals. I’m not that good with the human body, but I’m trying to improve. This is what was in the huge package. My canvases.” I had not paid much attention to Gianna’s things. Maybe I should have shown a modicum of interest in my wife’s life before dragging her into the mess that was mine.
“And Pilates helps me stay in shape, and it’s good for my mental health, too.” She remained silent.
“You’re looking at me like I’m talking nonsense.”
“You’re not,” I said. “You keep surprising me.”
“For better or for worse?”
“Good.” She shrugged her shoulders.
“All right.” It was. But good things always have a price.
“Have you been painting since you got here?”
“No, I was busy settling in, and the children and Loulou keep me on my toes.” She tilted her head thoughtfully.
“And I would need a room to paint. The fumes need to be contained.”
“There is an empty room next to my office. It has a nice view of the garden and direct access to the terrace. Gianna’s face lit up. She leaned down and rested her chin on her arms crossed over my chest.
“Thank you.” “How are things with you and my children?”
Her mouth thinned, but I wasn’t sure why.
What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she replied, although of course there was.
“The children and I are getting to know each other. I think I can win Daniel’s trust because of Loulou, and today Simona allowed me to carry her without crying.”
“About the dog…” Gianna sat back down.
“I don’t want to betray Loulou and I won’t lock her in a room. It’s not fair to her. What’s the problem with her?”
“Other than the fact that she hasn’t been training very well?”
“It’s certainly not her fault. Has Gaia never worked with her?” I stiffened.
“The dog came at a difficult time.” “I think Loulou is good for this family, and I like her very much.”
“Then keep her, but train her.” “Will Elijah remain my bodyguard?”
“Of course, he is a good choice.”
“Because he’s not interested in women.” I squinted my eyes, wondering how exactly he found out. She misunderstood my expression. Concern tightened her face.
“You knew that, didn’t you?” “Of course, that’s why he’s allowed to be your bodyguard.” Gianna huffed.
“Trust you?” I smiled darkly, then wet my thumb and pressed it on that little pink button, teasing me from its vantage point between those pouty lips. “We will work in this direction. But even if I trust you, that does not mean I will trust any man around you.” I dipped my thumb between her folds, gathering her moisture before running it over her clit again.
Gianna leaned back against the seatback, resting her hands against my thighs, giving me better access and a good view. Her smile turned teasing as my cock grazed her lower back.
“Not such an old man after all, huh?” I turned my thumb faster, enjoying the way Gianna’s hips moved, chasing my finger. I was in my early thirties, definitely not old, although I had felt it over the past few months and especially compared to Gianna. “I have a lot of catching up to do.” Curiosity flashed in her gaze, making me regret my words.
“Blow me,” I ordered before he could ask. She frowned, her mouth tightening in mock indignation. Fuck, she was too damn beautiful. “Tell me first something you like to do. A hobby.”
“Besides eating your pussy?” She shook her head, opening her mouth for a no doubt insolent response, but I grabbed her by the thighs and turned her around. She cried out in surprise, her breath hot on my cock and her ass resting in front of me. I slapped her cheek in warning, then bit her. Gianna gasped with a stifled gasp.
“I make the rules in this house, honey, especially in this bed.” A shiver ran down her spine. I massaged her, enjoying the sight of her arousal. She grabbed my cock and sucked me sharply into her mouth, making me twitch with a moan. Unexpectedly as he had sucked me, he released me.
“Tell me something,” she asked softly before sucking me deeply into her mouth again.
I squeezed her tightly in warning.
“Suck me. Don’t talk.” I drew her pussy lips into my mouth. Her moan vibrated against my balls before she sucked them into her mouth. “One thing.” She slipped her arm between our bodies. She brushed my chest, then her fingers slammed against my chin. I pulled back and watched Gianna slip two fingers inside herself. I almost came just then. Her tongue flicked out, licking my pre-sperm.
“Quid pro quo.” I laughed, then exhaled sharply as her teeth grazed the sensitive underside of my cock and her fingers continued to pump into her pussy. “I was playing pool,” I growled. I was so desperate for her mouth, so desperate for her fingers to keep fucking that sweet pussy, I would have told her everything right then.
She threw a triumphant smile over her shoulder. I wouldn’t. I pressed my mouth against her pussy, my tongue fighting against her fingers for dominance. She moaned loudly, which died down when I pushed her mouth back on my cock, my fingers tangled in her silky hair. I pushed upward, deeper than before. She struggled to accommodate me, but she did not pull back. Her fingers pumped into her pussy and my tongue teased and her folds, her clit, every delicious inch I could reach. She began to spasm on top of me, moaning the length of me.
I kept pushing her into my mouth. I wanted to prolong it, but with her body flailing above me, her fingers chasing her orgasm, her taste on my tongue, I couldn’t hold back. I tightened, my fingers on her neck twitching and my thrusts became jerky as I came harder than ever.