20. Vincenzo
Vincenzo
Chapter 20
The scent of burning candles lingers as I lead Camela into the living room. It’s a tradition Giovanni likes to maintain. No electricity in the house after ten p.m. except in the bedrooms.
It’s one my men and I have often balked at, but tonight, the flickering candlelight feels like a gift for Camela and I.
"Come," I guide her further into the room with a gentle hand on the small of her back.
"Beautiful," she whispers, her eyes taking in the surroundings. "This feels cozy, like home.”
"Home," I repeat, my gaze lingering on her face. Her eyes sparkle and I think of how fortunate I am to have her by my side.
Turning my attention to the men stationed outside the doors, I give them a nod. "Leave us," I command, my voice firm, yet quiet. "Ensure we are not disturbed."
I close the door to the living room and walk towards the antique bar cart. The crystal decanter catches the light, sending shimmers across the room as I lift it, pouring two glasses of brandy.
The amber liquid swirls hypnotically as I hand one to her, our fingers brushing for a brief moment, sending a spark of excitement through me.
"Thank you," Camela murmurs, sipping at the brandy, her eyes never leaving mine.
"Of course," I reply, taking a sip of my own drink. The warmth of the alcohol spreads through me, emboldening my thoughts. "So, what shall we do with this precious time alone?"
"Maybe some music?" she suggests, glancing around the room. The corners of my mouth tug upwards into a mischievous smile.
"Music, you say? I believe I can do better than that." I set my glass down and approach the grand piano, its smooth surface gleaming under the soft light from the garden paths filtering in through the curtains.
Positioning myself on the elegant bench, I run my fingers along the cool, smooth keys, enjoying the familiar thrill of playing.
"Ready for some magic?" I ask with a confident grin, glancing at Camela. She nods eagerly, watching my fingers hover over the keys before pressing down gently, releasing hauntingly beautiful notes from the song Caruso by Lucio Dalla.
"Vincenzo... I didn't know you could play," awed, she sets her own glass down and moves closer.
"Ah, well, there are many things you don't know about me yet, cara mia," I confess, my hands still moving gracefully across the piano keys. With each note, I can feel my connection to Camela grow stronger, more intimate. As she stands beside me, I wonder if she feels it too.
"Your music is enchanting, Vincenzo," Camela whispers, her words like silk against my skin. "It makes me feel alive."
"Music has the power to awaken our deepest emotions," I explain, my fingers never faltering as they glide effortlessly across the keys. "And when played with passion, it can move us in ways we never thought possible."
“You speak true,” she concedes. For a few seconds, I play in silence and then, the most beautiful voice fills the room. I look up, fingers still on my keys, to see Camela’s eyes closed.
Her mouth is parted open, releasing the most lustrous voice I’ve heard by this piano’s stand. It’s rich, smooth, with the passion and clarity of youth, evident in her melodic quality.
I hear her, entranced. Each word seeps through my veins:
“Qui dove il mare luccica, E tira forte il vento, Sulla vecchia terrazza, Davanti al golfo di Surriento.”
"Here, where the sea sparkles, And the wind blows strong, On the old terrace, In front of the Gulf of Sorrento."
Her dazzling voice resonates through the room, and my fingers dance gracefully across the piano keys as if possessed by her voice itself. I no longer remain the orchestrator of this music.
She runs through me, guiding me.
I feel alive, so vivid and clear with every breath, every movement, every form of life in this world. I feel like a boy in the prime of his youth, thanks to Camela.
The song ends.
"Vincenzo," Camela breathes, her voice barely audible as she inches closer. Her eyes shimmer with unspoken emotions and I know she wants another song. I begin our next duet and she opens her mouth to sing, sending shivers down my spine.
"Ti amo, ti amerò, finché vivrò," she croons, the words rolling off her tongue like liquid gold, filling the air with their sweet promise of love eternal.
I catch my breath, unable to play any further, as her voice washes over me like a soothing balm, healing the wounds of my tormented soul. I no longer feel alone, like I did when my brother and Professor Julian died.
I have her.
"Camela," I murmur, my fingers still hovering above the keys, but unable to play any longer. My music is a shadow in the wake of her light. "Your voice is truly mesmerizing. It's as if you've cast a spell upon me."
She blushes at my praise, casting her gaze downward for a moment before meeting my eyes once more. "Grazie, Vincenzo. When I sing, I feel free, as if nothing can touch me."
"Your voice holds a power all its own," I tell her.
She says nothing. I can't take my eyes off her, watching her chest rising and falling with each breath as she pants from all that singing. Without thinking, I rise from the piano bench and close the distance between us, my hands finding their way to her waist.
Her breath catches in her throat, the very air between us alive with tension as I draw her closer, reveling in the warmth of her body pressed against mine.
"Vincenzo," she breathes, her voice trembling with the weight of our unspoken desires.
"Shh, don't speak," I murmur, silencing her words with that kiss I’ve wanted to plant on her since she walked down my bannister in her alluring burgundy item and sexy black knee-high boots.
Our lips meet with fervor, as though trying to capture a lifetime of longing in a single moment, clashing against one another. All thought of the world outside fades away, replaced by the all-consuming fire that blazes between us.
The velvet of her dress feels smooth under my hands, but I yearn for a different kind of smooth. My desire drives me to slam shut the grand piano’s hood, the sound reverberating through the room like a thunderclap.
The sudden noise startles Camela and she pulls away and stares at me, eyes wide. “Wh..what are you doing?”
“Living, Camela. For once in our lives, we’re truly living for ourselves.” She understands, not needing any more words, and slams her lips against mine.
I’m famished for her. I’m alive, the object of her desire, and I want to show her it’s all worth it. In one fell swoop, I place my hands around her thighs, just below her ass, and lift her up.
Then, I gently lay her down on the closed grand piano, allowing her body to rest against its polished surface.
As if guided by forces beyond my control, my hands move to the hem of her dress, gripped tightly by a surge of passion. With a sudden burst of strength, I tear the fabric away, revealing her bare skin beneath.
The shreds fall to her sides like a flower opening its petals to the sun’s warmth.
"Vincenzo..." Camela gasps, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of shock and excitement.
“Oh, darling," I tease, unable to resist the urge to make light of the situation, "it seems we'll need to add 'dress replacement' to our list of expenses for the night." A wicked smile plays across my lips as I unzip her boots.
“Or we could just stay naked,” she suggests.
Her words hit me right in my cock.
I take in Camela's naked form, my excitement grows at the sight of her supple breasts, free from the confines of a bra. A bra she had never worn in the first place. If only I’d known there was nothing beneath that tight dress…
My eyes trace the gentle curve of her waist and hips; each line of her body is a work of art begging to be admired.
Camela laughs softly, the sound like music to my ears, and bites her lower lip while casting a sultry gaze in my direction. "I thought you'd appreciate the... surprise," she responds, her voice dripping with playful seduction.
She sets my heart racing. “If this is your idea of a surprise, keep them coming," I admit, reaching out to gently caress the smooth skin of her shoulder. As my fingers trail down her arm, I lean forward, my lips meeting the delicate flesh of her breast.
Camela's breath catches in her throat, her fingers tightening their grip on the edge of the piano.
Her breasts are smooth and soft, and taste like the lotion she has on. She smells heavenly. I flick my tongue across her nipple and gently use my fingers to trace patterns around her other.
Camela lets out a soft moan, her body trembling under my touch. I can feel her heart beating wildly in her chest. She's always kept tight control on her emotions in the moments we’ve shared, but I can see it in her eyes now - desire, passion, longing. It's intoxicating.
We're both panting now, our combined desires burning hotter than a raging fire. I can see the lust behind her eyes, the hunger that mirrors mine. As I kiss her nipple again, I can feel her body tremble under me.
I kiss a trail down to her belly, and further down until I reach the elastic of her panties.
"Vincenzo..." she moans, her voice barely more than a whisper as I lavish attention upon her body. Her response sends a jolt of pleasure through me.
"Your taste is intoxicating," I murmur, my breath hot against her skin.
"Please," Camela gasps, her chest heaving as her eyes implore me to take her closer to the edge of pleasure. "Don't stop."
I look up to see her staring at me. The intensity of Camela's gaze burns into me, igniting a fire within my soul that I can no longer contain. "How can I stop when I need you, now," I growl, my voice thick with desire.
"Then take me," she whispers, her eyes locked onto mine, inviting me to claim her fully.
Eager to oblige, I part her legs, my fingers deftly tearing away the thin fabric of her panties with a rrrrip. She gasps, her body trembling in anticipation as I position myself between her thighs.
With a swift movement, I slide into her, my cock bulging into her tight, wet pussy.
"Vincenzo!" Camela cries out, her hands gripping the edge of the piano as I push into her. I cherish each moment, but god I want to see what the next one will bring.
I’ve never felt pleasure this pure. Each thrust sends shivers down my spine, causing my muscles to tense and my breath to catch in my throat.
"Camela, you feel so incredible," I groan, my pace never wavering as I slam into her over and over again, her wetness soaking my cock like a warm summer night.
I’m getting selfish, I’m ramming her harder.
"Harder, Vincenzo! Please!" she begs, her voice ragged with need.
And here I thought I was being selfish. She’s insatiable.
Her command is my wish.
"Anything for you, my love," I reply, doubling my efforts and driving into her with even more force. The world has been reduced to just the two of us, and my goal is to make sure she touches heaven with me.
"Vincenzo, I think... I'm close," Camela pants, her eyes fluttering closed as her body tenses beneath mine. The knowledge that I am bringing her to orgasm sends a thrill through me.
"Let go, Camela. I want to see you come for me," I murmur, my lips brushing against hers in a heated kiss. My cock rams into her in swift, quick motions and I grip her thighs tight, my fingers digging into her skin to keep her from sliding over the piano.
The sounds she makes as she moans drive me wild, spurring me onward as I continue to claim her body with my own.
"Vincenzo... I'm... I can't..." she stammers, her body beginning to shake with the force of her impending climax.
"Give in to it, Camela," I encourage her, my voice soft and commanding as I push her over the edge by now bending my legs just a little lower, curving my cock towards her clit. "Let yourself feel everything."
As if on cue, Camela’s back bucks off the piano, her head and breasts thrown back against the sky. She slams back down on the piano, and I feel her pussy pulse against my hard cock.
Her body convulses beneath mine, her cries of ecstasy ringing through the air as she calls my name out in breathless moans.
Once she stops quivering, I pull out. She gasps to catch her breath, and flings one arm over her eyes, waiting for rest.
But she doesn’t know that pleasure can feel even more climactic.
With a sudden burst of strength, I lift Camela from the piano and she looks at me, her eyes wide with surprise. "Hold onto me," I command. She tightens her legs around my waist and places her arms around my neck for support.
I carry her over to the side of the room with an urgent need and press her against the wall. She eagerly complies as I slam my cock into her again, her entire body weighing down on me, with support from the wall.
"Vincenzo... yes, like this," she breathes, her nails digging into my shoulders. The sensation only serves to turn me on further, driving me to thrust harder, faster, as we chase after that elusive peak together.
I look at her face and see pure ecstasy. I bite her lower lip and look down at where my cock meets her pussy. Along the way, I see her breasts, beautiful, supple, round and cinched against my chest.
I move faster, harder. Her entire body trembles in my sight, the curves dancing in my periphery and for once, I wish I had more hands to touch her with.
God, she’s going to be the death of me.
"Tell me what you want, Camela," I growl, my lips brushing against her earlobe. "Tell me how you want me to take you."
"Harder, Vincenzo... please, don't hold back," she pleads, her voice coming out in ragged gasps. I oblige, our bodies slamming together with a ferocity that is as intoxicating as it is primal.
The room echoes with the sound of skin slapping against skin. Beads of sweat pool in Camela’s cleavage, on my temples.
I push her against the wall one last time, my hips snapping against her pussy like a piston. My hands grip her ass, my nails digging into her skin, leaving marks that will be there long after we're finished.
My cock slams into her over and over, my thrusts hard and relentless, driving her closer and closer to the edge.
"Camela, I'm close," I admit, gritting my teeth as I fight for control.
"Vincenzo, I'm... I'm going to come again," she moans, her voice strained and breathless. "Please, don't stop."
Her words are my undoing. With a final, desperate thrust, I bury myself deep within her, just as the muscles from her pussy tighten around my cock. I hold on to her with all my might, as her orgasm, and mine washes over us, my cock still resting in her.
I feel my cum drip down her legs, onto my thighs and only a minute later, after we enjoy being lost in the sensation, do I gently pull her away from the wall and help her feet to the ground.
"Camela," I whisper, my forehead resting against hers as we struggle to catch our breath. "That was... incredible."
"Si, Vincenzo," she agrees, her fingers tracing idle patterns along my back as she leans in for a hug. "There's nothing like it, is there?"
"No," I concede, knowing full well the truth of her words.
The scent of our lovemaking lingers in the air, a heady reminder of the intensity we've just shared. I can't help but smile as I watch Camela standing naked before me, her breasts heaving with each breath, her flushed cheeks, tousled hair and the satisfied glint in her eyes.
"Come on,” I suggest gently, taking her hand in mine and pointing to the couch. She leads the way and I watch her ass curve in a sultry walk. I haven’t seen a more womanly form.
I must have done something right to be able to call her mine.