Chapter 30
CHAPTER 30
F ollowing Advice
Symphony
Three months later …
“Are you sure this is what you want to do?” Adriano asks as we climb into the car after arriving in Italy on a private jet.
I’ve come to see my husband. After four months of thinking about it, I decided to follow Maribel’s advice. I still don’t know if I will ask for a divorce, but I’ve considered it.
“This is where he is. It is where I need to be,” I reply.
Adriano sighs and shakes his head. “She is sure to get me killed,” he grumbles under his breath.
“I have not seen a single member of my family this year. If they are too busy to come to America, I have come to them.”
“ Fanculo , have you thought that maybe things here are keeping them from coming to you?”
“That is likely, but I can only be sure if I’m here to find out.”
“You are here for him. You have stepped into danger because he is a coward and ignores you exist.”
“Enough. You will not speak of my husband like this. Michael and I have our issues, but that is our business,” I growl.
The car falls silent. I have started to pop the band on my wrist. Adriano’s displeasure with Michael is something I am very aware of.
I don’t need a reminder. Not now. I’m nervous enough.
I lied to Maribel. I told her I hadn’t seen my husband since I was sixteen because I was too embarrassed to tell her what happened the last time I saw him. I was twenty-one and freaked out because my husband gave me cunnilingus.
Things have been so strained between Michael and I since that night. I want to fix things. I want to be with him.
I believe Maribel was right. I need to go to Michael and let him know how I feel. I have chosen to ignore Ellen Mairettie’s warning. I have nothing to prove her words mean anything.
I need to see Michael. I don’t believe I should just call. Calling leaves room for complications and misunderstandings.
This is hard enough for me. I can learn to become a black belt fighter by watching videos. I’ve become a weapons specialist in the same manner. My tablet has always been my friend.
It has brought the world to me. If I want to know something I spend hours diving into knowledge, separating myths from facts. Once the information begins to play in my mind like a symphony, I find that I’m satisfied and have the knowledge I desire for that subject.
It is how I learn. However, emotions and relationships can’t be taught through my tablet. Trust me, I’ve tried. I haven’t found an answer to what I’m doing wrong with Michael.
“I’m sorry,” Adriano says as he reaches to cover my hand to keep me from popping the band.
“It’s okay. I am under a lot of stress. I might be overreacting.”
“You are not. I have overstepped.”
“I don’t speak of Michael to anyone. It is hard to explain how I feel about him, about what I know he has sacrificed for me.
“He doesn’t neglect me out of cruelty. Other things keep us apart. I want … I …” I shake my head as I have trouble finding the right words.
I’m so frustrated. I hate it when I can’t draw my words together. It’s like the words are right there, but I can’t express them the way I want.
“You don’t have to explain it to me.”
“But I want to.”
“It’s okay, Sim. I can see you are overwhelmed. Take the rest of the ride to gather your thoughts for him. That’s who matters.”
“You matter too. You have become my friend. I couldn’t have done this or my business without you.”
He reaches to pat my knee. “You saved my life. I will always be here for you.”
“Thank you, Adriano.”
***
We pull up to the gate of the property and Adriano pulls to a stop. I am startled when he throws the car into park and jumps out. One of the guards at the gate looks just like him.
Adriano and the man tug each other into a tight embrace and begin to speak in rapid Italian.
“I have come with Symphony. She’s here to see the boss,” Adriano says in Italian.
The man knits his brow. “Why would you bring her here? This is not good. Michael will be furious.”
“He did not bring me here. I came on my own and he followed. Let us in. Michael can chastise me himself,” I reply in Italian as well.
“This is my brother Salvatore Cattaneo. He means no disrespect,” Adriano says with a smile as he pats his brother’s chest.
“Hurry, take her to the house before someone sees her here,” Salvatore says with concern in his eyes. “Benito, I’m going to ride to the house with them. Will you be fine here?”
“Gino is on his way. Go on, I’ll be fine.”
Adriano and Salvatore jump back into the vehicle, and we pull through the gate. Salvatore talks with his heavy accent as we head to the house. I watch out the window, remembering the first time I came here.
As we get closer to the house, my heart begins to pound. I don’t know what greeting awaits me. Adriano could be right. This could be a very bad idea.
I hold my breath as we park, and I step out of the vehicle. I move to the front door as I used to do every day after school. Pushing through the front door, I inhale deeply.
It’s like I’m welcomed home by the familiar scents of simmering sauce, fresh flowers, and the manly colognes of Michael and Nico. As if summoned by my thoughts, Nico comes up the hall with an apple in his hand as he takes a bite out of it. He pulls the apple from his mouth as he knits his brows.
“ Bella , you are a sight for sore eyes. Come give me a hug,” he croons in Italian.
I rush forward into his arms. He gives me a tight squeeze. I squeeze him tighter, not realizing how much I’ve missed him too.
“What are you doing here?” he asks.
“I could ask you the same thing. Why aren’t you with the team?”
He gives me a blinding, mischievous smile. I drop my gaze away and dart my eyes around. Nico and his cheeky behavior will always exasperate me.
I don’t take offense. I get that it’s brotherly love. Nico would never do anything to harm me.
“I’ve missed you. Now that there’s a possibility Uri will be in the States more, I have signed a new contract to play for an American team. I had planned to drop in on you at the end of this week, but here you are,” he says with a teasing grin.
“Uri is moving to America?” I gasp.
Before he can answer me, Michael appears. He takes my breath away. He has a scowl on his face while grumbling to himself as he looks down at his phone.
He’s dressed in a light-blue dress shirt and light-blue slacks with cream-colored shoes on his feet. Everything is so crisp and pristine. His blond hair is neatly combed into place as it always is.
“What’s going on? I dropped my phone in the sink. The front gate was calling before I dropped it,” he says. “Well, this is shit.”
He tosses the phone to the guy walking beside him and looks up. Our gazes lock. It’s like all the air in the room is sucked out.
I stand stock-still. The intensity around us cracks like a whip. I can almost feel it brush against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine.
“What are you doing here?” he bites out.
“I am twenty-eight. I have never had coitus. You are my husband. I would like to have it with you.”
A collective gasp fills the air. Michael’s mouth drops open. Nico bursts into laughter and I think Adriano is stifling his laughter behind me.
“Um … I think you two should go have a private chat. I will get my hugs later,” Annabella says.
I hadn’t noticed her as my focus had been on Michael. Her words cause me to realize I’ve chosen the wrong time to speak honestly. They also snap Michael into action.
He closes the distance between us and grabs me by the wrist. Even with my long legs, I struggle to keep up with his stride. He tugs me to the stairs, not saying a word.
When we get to the top, he doesn’t turn for my room. Instead, he turns for his wing of the house. At the end of the hall, he pushes the door open and tugs me into the room with him.
Quickly, he closes the door behind us. I jump when he rounds on me and cages me against the door. I keep my gaze on his chest.
“You put your life in danger to come and demand sex from me?”
“I am not demanding. I would like for you to deflower me. If you don’t wish to, then at least I will know and can stop waiti?—”
My words are cut off by his lips. He kisses me like a starving man. I wrap my arms around his neck and lift on my toes to kiss him back.
He groans as he moves his hands over my body. With shaky hands, I move my fingers to the buttons on his shirt. I only manage to get two undone when he coaxes my arms up so he can take my sweater off.
“ Merda , you drive me crazy. Whenever I’m around you all I want is to be near you, to touch you. I only stay away because I can’t have you.”
“Why can’t you have me?”
He places his forehead against mine. Slowly, he drags one hand up my side, stopping just below my breast. He grasps hold of me, resting his thumb beneath the cup of my bra. Then he tightens his hold.
“That was never a part of the deal. I’m your guardian, your protector?—”
“My husband. I was there, Michael. I know what was said.
“What was asked of you. Nonno never said you couldn’t touch me. I’m your wife. Who else do you think he expected to take my virginity?”
“ Fuck ,” he growls and lifts me onto his waist.
He’s devouring my mouth once again. I whimper into his as he sticks his tongue into my mouth and searches my cavern like he has lost something within it.
He moves his lips to trail kisses against my skin, moving across my cheek, to my neck, and then down to my collarbone as he presses into me. My heated skin meets the cool surface of the door behind me, causing me to gasp and arch my back.
Micheal takes the motion as an opportunity to unclasp my bra. My breasts bounce free, and a groan comes from deep within his chest. He palms one and lifts it as if testing its weight.
“You are mine. No one else will touch what belongs to me,” he says huskily before he takes my nipple into his mouth.
I throw my head back and look up at the ceiling. His sucking has made the light pulsing of my vagina turn into a throbbing beat as if my heart has dropped between my legs.
“Michael,” I cry out.
He pulls away and looks into my eyes. There is so much lust there. I reach for his face and run my thumb across his wet lips.
“ è questo che vuoi, amore mio? Vuoi che io faccia l'amore con te, sì? ”
“Yes, Michael, please. That is what I want. I want you to make love to me,” I reply.
“You are so beautiful. I have wanted you for so long. How can I tell you no?”
“Please don’t. I don’t think I can take it if you do. I have wanted you too.
“I’ve longed for you to come to me. I am here because I want you, Michael. I am ready. Please,” I plead.
He kneads my breast as he takes my lips again. I love the way he kisses me. I feel wanted and cherished.
His touch sends my skin buzzing, but I don’t want it to stop. The music in my head is playing, but it’s the most beautiful song I’ve ever heard. He releases me from his waist, causing me to whine.
“We are not done, cara ,” he says with so much lust in his voice.
He chuckles darkly as he works on the buttons of his shirt. I unzip my pants as I kick off my shoes. Then I wiggle out of my pants. Eager to feel his touch again, I make quick work of taking off my socks.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous. So perfect,” he says as he stands before me naked.
I glance at his penis and my cheeks heat. It’s long and seems to be thickening before my eyes. My mind goes to all the literature I’ve read.
I can’t help wondering what his sexual preferences are. I want to do my best to please him and not just receive pleasure. I have no doubt he will make my body feel amazing.
If his cunnilingus is any indication of what it would be like to have coitus with him, I know he’s going to leave me more than satisfied. I drop to my knees in excitement as his penis twitches.
I will perform fellatio for the first time. With a smile on my face, I pull the band from my hair and gather all my locs to tie them all back, not just the front. I look at his penis as I’m now face to face with it and lick my lips.
Michael
If I wasn’t so painfully hard, I would laugh at the way her eyes cross as she looks at my cock. The wicked grin that comes to her lips as she licks them causes me to groan.
She lifts those beautiful big brown eyes to me and smiles. I know I should slow down, and we should talk first, but I haven’t had sex in years. I’m tired of jerking my own cock.
It feels like I’ve become a virgin again from lack of sex. When Sim palms my length in her hands and runs her tongue through the precum dripping from the tip, all I can do is groan.
“What are you doing, bella ?”
“I have never given fellatio. I want to give you pleasure first,” she says happily.
I growl. “We are not going to have coitus, Sim, and you’re not going to give me fellatio. You are going to suck my cock and I’m going to fuck you. Can you say that for me?”
Her encyclopedia explanation of what we’re about to do makes me feel like I should stop this. Is she really ready? It’s been so long since I’ve had a real conversation with her. I have no idea where her head is at these days.
“Yes. I am going to suck your big fat cock and then you’re going to fuck me with it. Do you have toys to stretch my ass? I will let you fuck me there too.”
My mouth drops open. What happened to my sweet little Sim? The lust in her eyes tells me she’s all woman now.
This isn’t the same twenty-one-year-old who asked me for her first kiss, then ran from me. I grasp her face and bend at the waist to crush my lips to hers. I love her sweet mouth.
I could spend the day drinking from her full lips, but neither of us wants that. She begins to stroke me as I consume her mouth. It’s effective in getting me to head in the direction we are going.
I straighten, ready to carry her to my bed. However, my love has other plans. I drop my head back and hiss as she takes me between her lips.
“ Fuck .” The word comes through my teeth, almost sounding pained.
I glance down at Sim as she sucks me like she’s a professional. Why wouldn’t this woman be perfect at this, like everything else she does?
I cup the sides of her head as I thrust my hips forward. My heart swells as she looks me right in the eyes. This is a gift in itself.
I always want to connect with her, but I never want to force her to look into my eyes when she doesn’t feel comfortable doing so. This intimacy is more than I could ever have asked for. I nearly come from the eye contact alone.
That and the insatiable way she’s sucking my cock. I pull from her mouth before I blow my load. I can’t help licking my lips as I see her long fingers between her legs as she plays with her pussy.
“Come, love. Let me take care of that for you,” I say as I lift her to her feet.
I then lift her so she can wrap her long legs around my waist. The heat from her pussy has me growing harder. I turn for my bed and walk across the room.
With a playful smile on my lips, I toss her onto the bed and watch her bounce. She looks amazing sprawled across my bed. Reaching for one of her ankles, I drag her body back toward me.
Dropping to my knees, I then lock her legs around my neck as I dive in to devour her hot little pussy. As she begins to writhe against my face, I place a hand on her belly to hold her still.
“Michael,” she cries out breathily.
I lift my gaze to look up her body and find her up on her elbows, watching me. I groan into her pussy as her juices fill my mouth. She takes me by surprise when I feel the power of her thighs as she tightens them against my ears.
Bringing her to climax twice, I then pry her legs open and climb onto the bed, moving her up the mattress as I position myself to hover over her while resting between her legs.
“Michael, you are so gorgeous,” she pants.
“No, cara . That is you. Are you sure you’re ready?”
“Yes, I am.”
I take her lips as I palm her breast, then pinch and roll her nipple. She whimpers into my mouth, but I swallow the sound down and deepen the kiss.
Her scent has surrounded me and taken over my head. She always smells so good. My mouth waters for her.
Hard as steel, I begin to push into her tight sheath as I drink from her mouth. As I meet her barrier, I pull back. Sim nips at my lower lip.
I return the gesture as I drive back into her. She bows her back as she wraps her legs around my waist. I pause as my eyes roll back.
My brows knit as her pussy grips me tightly. It’s the best feeling in the world. Better than I could ever have dreamed.
“Are you okay, baby?” I breathe against her cheek as I try to regain control while she adjusts around me.
“Yes, I am fine. I believe I need you to move.”
I kiss my way down her neck as I begin to move slowly. Her tight pussy ripples around me, sucking me in. She moves her legs higher as I thrust my hips down into her. My pace increases with her moans and cries of pleasure.
“Fuck, you feel amazing.”
“Michael … oh my God, Michael. Yes, yes, more please,” she pants.
She’s so wet and tight. I slide in and out of her, feeling her tightening around me. I can’t believe I have her in my arms.
As she claws her nails across my back, I growl and shift my angle to get deeper. When I can’t find the angle I want, I pull out and move to my knees. Sim sits up, looking at me as if she’s confused.
I smile at her as I grab the base of my shaft in one hand and reach for her thigh with the other. Tugging her to me, I angle her hips and thrust back into her.
We both watch as my length moves in and out of her tight body. I throw my head back and look up at the ceiling. I pray to God for an answer to bringing this mess to an end so I can bring my wife home for good.
I don’t know how I will stay away after this. Sim screams loudly in pleasure, causing me to tighten my hold on her thigh as I look back down at her. She’s so fucking sexy.
The sight before me makes me so much harder. Her head is thrown back, her breasts are bouncing, and her pussy looks amazing sucking me in. I lick my lips, wanting to taste her again.
However, she has other ideas. She pushes at my chest, pushing me onto my back. In the next breath, she mounts me and begins to slide down onto me.
“Easy, baby. Don’t hurt yourself. Slow down. We don’t have to rush,” I grunt as I grasp her hips to slow her down.
My eyes begin to roll back as she bounces on me. She finds her rhythm and rocks her hips as I clench my teeth to keep from coming.
Sweat begins to glisten across her gorgeous brown skin. Her hair is coming loose from the ponytail she placed it in before sucking me off. A vision of pure beauty.
“Yes, baby. Ride me just like that. You wanted to fuck, show me what you like,” I groan.
“Michael, you’re so hard inside of me. I didn’t know it would feel this good.”
She reaches for one of my hands and places it on her mound. I use my thumb to rub her clit as she grabs the other hand and places it right over the other. As she bites her lip, she drags that hand up the center of her body. I curl my fingers to claw at her skin as she drags my hand.
“Fuck, baby. Your pussy sounds so fucking wet. Ride me harder. Use me for your pleasure.”
“Michael,” she gasps.
I lift to palm her breasts and take her sexy lips once again. She kisses me back with just as much passion. I break the kiss to take one of her nipples into my mouth and then move to the other to give it some attention too.
Her walls begin to spasm against me as she cries out for more. I give her everything she wants. When she begins to convulse on my shaft, I flip her onto her back and drill into her.
Sim cups my face to look in my eyes and I slow down. There’s that intense connection again. I begin to make love to her as my heart stirs.
“You are everything to me. I’m glad you came to me. I’m doing everything I can to make?—”
She tugs my head down to her and kisses me, cutting my words off. I pin her legs back into her body as I swivel and thrust my hips. She throws her head back and screams my name.
I keep stroking as I watch her take pleasure from my body. She’s so beautiful as she comes. As she comes down from her orgasm, she cups my face.
“We don’t have to waste words now. I’m not going to listen to anything you say right now that doesn’t have anything to do with you fucking me. Shh. Just make me feel good.”
I grab her wrists and pin them over her head, then I fuck her into the mattress. When I release my seed into her, it dawns on me that I’ve finally consummated my marriage. Symphony is mine.