6
Alessio
Apparently, I had a magical dick and blew Gia’s mind. She’d been sleeping soundly beside me for the past few hours. I had managed to get her into bed without her waking up. After I cleaned up, I joined her.
My wife was spent. Passed out cold after her first time having sex.
I deserved an award.
But all joking aside, I was falling in love with her. Every minute that passed, I was falling harder. Now that I’d been intimate with her, my feelings were multiplying at a rapid rate.
When I thought back to our introduction, I was ashamed of how I treated her and would make it up to her for the rest of our lives.
Starting now, I vowed to do my best to protect her and make her happy. I stroked my thumb against her stomach, praying we made a baby. A son. A healthy son.
I remembered thinking I would only have sex with Gia until she was pregnant, but now that I’ve had her, I was addicted. She was the sweetest kind of drug, and I was ready for my next hit.
“Time to wake up, Dolcezza.” I kissed her cheek.
Her shoulder. Her nipple, which had been the best I’d ever sucked on.
Some women had small little beds. Gia had larger ones.
To my surprise, her breasts weren’t as small as I’d first thought after groping her in my father’s study.
They filled my hands perfectly when she wasn’t wearing the constrictive sports bra I found on the bathroom floor.
I smiled, touching her soft mounds. I glided my finger down to her patch of hair and swirled it leisurely through her curls.
My wife didn’t seem bothered by my pestering. I didn’t want to have my way with her while she was sleeping, so she’d better wake up soon. I was hard and ready for another go.
“Giaaa.” I drew out her name. “Can I make love to again?”
She moved and her face turned towards me. “Hmm?”
“Can I have you again?” I asked, slipping my hand between her legs.
Her legs opened but her eyes were closed. I’d take that as a yes.
I straddled her and dotted kisses down her body. She hummed pleasantly and her hands gripped my forearms that were on either side of her head.
That was a definite yes. I slowly entered her, finding her warm and wet.
I made love to her again, softly and intentionally. I kissed her passionately and she responded with the same fervor.
Her eyes opened and she smiled. “Is this what couples do all the time?”
“Yes. I expect you to be ready for my dick all day long.” I fucked her a little harder to see if she could take it.
“Okay. I can do that. My duty is to keep you happy.”
“This makes me happy.” I crushed my mouth to hers and searched for her powerful little button with my fingers. I wanted her to come when I did, and this would do the trick. Finding it, I rubbed that magic spot.
“Oh! Yes!” Her body came alive under me. “That is it! Yes!” she screamed.
Hearing her pleasure took me over the edge. I drove into her and my release hit.
“Gia,” I called her name while I filled her with my cum. “You’re incredible.”
“So are you.” She panted, recovering from her own release. “I have a question.”
“Yes.”
“Why does my face and lips tingle and feel numb?” She touched her mouth.
“I think your orgasm has something to do with it.”
“An orgasm. That’s what it is. I couldn’t think of the name for what happens to me.” She covered face with her hands. “I didn’t take the same sex ed classes as other girls. My parents wouldn’t allow it.”
“That’s okay. I can teach you everything.” I pulled her hand off her face. “Did you enjoy it?”
She smiled. “Very much. Does that make me not a nice girl?”
“Is that what your parents told you?” How could her parents say that? It reminded me of how one family in Venice had taught their daughters to remain a virgin until marriage or they’d go to hell. It was the craziest thing I’d ever heard.
“I’m supposed to be prim and proper. Intimacy is for procreation.”
“Stop right there.” I rolled onto my back, grabbed the towel I had sitting on the nightstand and put it between her legs.
“Grazie.”
“I want you to enjoy sex. I want to give you pleasure like you give to me. It’s a two-way street, Gia. Being intimate isn’t only for making babies. Do you understand?”
“Mhm.” She nodded. “I understand.”
“What we do is our business. It’s beautiful. Maybe a little dirty, but definitely not a sin.” I couldn’t believe we were having this conversation. I should have been better prepared given her young age.
“Are we going to spend the rest of the day in bed?”
“I wouldn’t mind it, but our day got away from us with the rain and the sex.” I thought for a second and an idea popped into my head. “Would you like to go into town? Do some shopping and get a bite to eat?”
Her face brightened. “Yes, I would love to!”
“Okay. Let’s get ready.” I’d take her along the coast and to my favorite ristorante.
Since my idea wasn’t planned, I needed to get my driver and security set up before we left. Fortunately, Gia took longer to get ready than me. I wasn’t ready for her to know how important it was to have every detail of our outings properly planned.
The Remotti Mafia was a big deal in Italy. A lot of people would like to take us out and move into our Southern region. But we had the Pisano famiglia for allies. We were on the west side, and they were in the east. Still, I needed to take precautions.
“It’s going good, then?” Papà asked.
“Sì. It’s good.” I looked over the checklist then handed it to my driver, Dino.
“Marta told Mamma you were in the bath together.” He smiled wide. “Was she satisfactory?”
“I would hope I was better than satisfactory.” Giovanna’s voice came from behind me.
I spun around and found her standing with her hands on her hips. She was wearing a blue dress, the same color as the Tyrrhenian Sea. It was as if she knew where I was taking her and dressed for it.
“Dolcezza, look at you. Bellisma!” I went over to her and wrapped her in my arms and kissed her. Giving my father a show, of course.
“You didn’t answer your father’s question,” she said, pulling away.
“Papà, she’s magnifica. And now, we go.” I snap my fingers at Aaron, my personal bodyguard and friend.
“Brava!” My father clapped. “Brava! Brava!”
“He’s a little obnoxious at times,” I whispered to Gia as we stepped outside. The clouds had disappeared and it was much cooler, but we wouldn’t spend too much time outside.
“It’s okay. My father is nosy too.”
Dino opened the passenger door of the Maserati and nodded to Gia.
“This is Dino my personal driver. And in the front seat is Aaron my bodyguard.” I paused for a second. “Allow me to rephrase that. These are our personal driver and bodyguard.”
She smiled brightly at me, then turned to Dino. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Dino nodded, then closed the door after I was seated.
“I thought we’d take a ride along the coast before stopping in Naples. Unless you’re hungry now?” We had a tray brought up after having sex for the second time. But it was possible she wanted to eat sooner than later. Although, traditionally, dinner was until nine o’clock in Italy.
“I’m fine. Let’s take our time.”
“Anything you want.” I nodded.
We took the scenic route on the coast, and it was peaceful. There was something about the vibrant blue sea that I enjoyed.
“I wished I came up this way more often growing up. But seven hours is a long drive,” Giovanna said.
“You don’t fly?”
Her eyes went wide. “No. I don’t like to fly. Do you?”
“It gets me places faster. I can travel all over Italy in just a few hours.” I took her hand and looked at her short nails.
There was nothing flashy about Giovanna, and I found I appreciated her elegant yet simple appearance.
She didn’t wear a ton of makeup and bright lipstick.
She was sophisticated despite her young age.
“Have you been to other countries? Some of my friends travel a lot. Even to America.”
“I’ve been everywhere. Papà made me go out to experience life.” If I wasn’t careful, we could head down a direction I didn’t want to go… Women. I wasn’t like some men who had many conquests, but I had enough.
At twenty-six, I was ready to settle down and start a family. I could have requested to marry Giovanna as soon as she turned eighteen. But I wasn’t ready. Now having met her, I wished I had. We could have started our lives two years ago, and I wouldn’t have gotten so close to Cara.
Many times, I’d considered rejecting my father’s arranged marriage. I thought I loved her and could leave my famiglia. My father would have disowned me, of course. Maybe even killed me if I’d turned my back on the family.
Everything worked out for the best though.
We spent hours driving and stopping to go into shops. Giovanna had found many things to purchase, and the trunk of the car was fuller than I’d ever seen it. My new wife might not be flashy, but she sure could shop and spend a lot of money.
“Why are we waiting?” she asked. “I’m starving.”
“Aaron needs to check us in.” I didn’t want to tell her he needed to pay the manager a hefty sum for my private booth close to the exit. As I’d said, this was a last-minute excursion, and we didn’t have time to make my special arrangements.
“There he comes.” She pointed and clapped her hands.
The door opened. “All good,” he said.
“Grazie.”
The place was bustling as always. The server guided us to our seat.
I waved to a few familiar faces. People stared at Giovanna.
I had my arm around her to keep her close.
The many strange looks bothered me more than I expected.
It occurred to me that they were used to seeing me with Cara.
How stupid could I have been to come here?
“Ciao Alessio.” Cara appeared in front of us. Speak of the devil. Now I understood the strange looks we were getting. “Is this your new wife?”
“She is. Pardon us.” I tried to nudge Gia along, but she wouldn’t get out of our way.
“Alessio, introduce me,” Gia whispered. “Don’t be rude.”
I cleared my throat, cursing myself for selecting this place. “Giovanna. Cara. Cara. My wife, Giovanna.”
“Pleased to meet you,” Gia said, extending her hand in a gracious manner. I admired her confident posture. She reminded me of pictures I’d seen of the Queen of England on magazine covers, greeting her guests at the palace.
“You’re not what I imagined,” Cara replied while shaking hands. “Not at all.”
“Interesting because you’re exactly what I imagined.” Gia’s sarcasm wouldn’t be denied. “Have a nice evening.” She swerved around Cara, following Aaron’s guidance. I appreciated him trying to help defuse the situation.
“What did she mean?” Cara asked as I was passing by her.
“Don’t know.” I shrugged.
“Wait!” Cara grabbed my arm, stopping me. “Did you tell her about us and how you want me to continue being your lover?” she asked loud enough for patrons to hear. She’d never shown any tact or discretion when we’d gone out. Why would I expect any now?
“I never said that.” I gave her a stern look. What was she doing? I’d told her I was going to make my marriage work and what we had was over. “Take care, Cara.”
Giovanna was already in the booth. Rather than sitting across from her, I slid in next to her. I put my arm around her shoulders and turned toward her, shielding her from everyone’s view. Especially Cara’s.
“Everything okay?” I asked, slightly nervous she would blow up at me.
“Did you know she’d be here?” She faced forward, not looking at me.
“No, I did not.”
“But you came here with her?” she asked still not looking at me. Her walls were up and she was cold as ice. It seemed the progress we’d made today had been damaged.
“Sì.” My hand caressed her shoulder, and I scooted closer to her.
“A lot? Like all the staff knows her and so do the regulars.”
“Sì.” This happened to be one of my favorite places. I should have known Cara would have been staking out the place every evening, waiting for me to show up.
“Okay.” She turned to face me and stared into my eyes. “Okay.”
“Okay,” I replied and leaned in to kiss her. She didn’t reject me, so I continued. I was falling under Giovanna’s spell and getting worked up. I wondered if I could persuade her to go out to the car for a quickie before our meal arrives.
A glass shattering to pieces startled us apart.
Gia jerked away to see what happened just as Aaron dove in front of us like a human shield. A plate flew at my head and hit me before I could get out of its path.
I grunted in pain and grabbed my head. Blood squirted onto the table and covered my hands. It felt like I’d been stabbed in the forehead.
“Oh my God! You’re bleeding!” Gia grabbed a cloth napkin and pressed it against my eyebrow. “What is happening?”
Aaron continued to shield us and turned to bark orders at the manager. There was blood on Aaron’s back, but I couldn’t tell if it was his or mine.
More dishes flew at us like grenades as if we were under attack on what should have been neutral territory. I couldn’t see who the enemy was, but I recognized their voice.
Cara cursed in Italian, revealing how I liked for her to suck my cock and take her in the ass. Each private detail she yelled was accompanied by a glass or plate.
“Get her out of here!” Aaron yelled. It was then that Dino ran inside. He’d been guarding the entrance, per his orders.
The commotion continued as Dino removed Cara from the restaurant. She’d always been hot tempered. But I was stunned. Never ever would I have expected this kind of outburst.
“I want to leave.” Gia nudged me to slide out of the booth.
“But I’m hungry.”
“Boss, it’s not safe,” Aaron said.
“Look at the table. Blood is everywhere. You might need stitches,” Gia said.
“I appreciate your concern but it’s not that bad. You watch. It will stop bleeding soon.”
“She’s pazza, Alessio. Crazy. Crazy.” Gia shook her head with a mortified expression. “And what about Aaron? He’s bleeding too.”
“I’m fine,” Aaron replied. “But we should leave.”
“Maybe we can get the food to go.” I’d be damned if I left without something. I’d probably never return after all this.
Gia peeked under the cloth at my right eyebrow. “There’s a big gash. We need to take you to the Pronto Soccorso.”
“No emergency room. I have a dottore on call.”
“Where? Living at the estate? I haven’t met any doctor?” She was clearly worked up and possibly on the verge of flipping out like Cara. I felt bad about my ex ruining what had been a good day.
“No, he doesn’t live at the estate.”
“I don’t understand you.” She huffed and moved away from me, putting distance between us.
“Gia, it’s not a serious injury. We’ll go home. My dottore will come and stitch me up.” I patted her leg. “I’m really okay.”
“Whatever.” She rolled her eyes. “Order your food… To go.”