Chapter 13 What Do We Do Now?
Thirteen
What Do We Do Now?
Serafina
“Fi, baby, it’s time to get up.” I hear Eros’s voice and rustle under the covers, gripping my pillow closer, wanting to ward off the day. Only, my pillow isn’t soft and fluffy. It’s firm and strong, and as I run my fingers over it, I realize it has defined abs.
My eyes spark open to find Eros grinning his sexy just woke up and look this good grin at me. His bare, muscular chest is on display, and my hand, having a will of its own, is roaming and exploring the hardness of his body. I snatch back my hand as if it had been scorched by a fire.
“Um…sorry,” I mumble, averting my eyes.
Eros places his hand under my chin, and our eyes meet.
“Never be sorry for wanting to touch me. In fact, I encourage it.” His gaze drifts to my mouth.
“I’ve been wanting to kiss you again.” I suck in a breath.
I want him to kiss me. He runs his thumb over my lower lip, then replaces it with his mouth.
This kiss isn’t like the few others we’ve had.
This one is demanding, dominant, and needy.
Eros rolls me onto my back, his lips never leaving mine.
His tongue darts in my mouth, dueling and dancing with mine.
I mimic his motion, hoping I’m doing this right, but it seems that I’m a quick learner, because he growls his approval as a soft moan escapes me.
I hold on to his thick biceps, my nails digging into his skin, as he continues to kiss me and smooths his palm over the satin fabric of my nightgown.
He finds the hem and slides his fingers along my thigh, sending a delicious tingle down my spine.
Eros moves his lips over my cheek, then down the column of my neck, where my pulse beats erratically.
“I don’t want to stop, gioia mia,” he whispers in my ear.
Stop! Why would he stop? “Don’t stop,” I reply breathlessly.
“Soon, a call will come in—” he begins, and I interrupt.
“And the day will be filled with tears and hurt and sadness, I know. But for a short time, we can have each other.”
“Are you ready for me, Fi?” he asks. His voice is heavy with desire, matching my own.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“I’ll go slow. You tell me if you need me to stop,” he says, then kisses me softly.
Slowly, he wedges one of his thighs between mine, all the while moving his mouth over mine.
With his warm body on me, his tongue in my mouth, and his hand slipping under my nightgown, I follow his lead, not knowing exactly what I’m doing, but my fingers sink into his dark, wavy hair.
It’s so soft, and his kisses are so good that I let out a mewl from deep in my throat.
Eros lifts my nightgown over my head, whisking it over his shoulder, leaving me with only my panties.
His mouth traces a path down my neck, until he stops to gaze down at my naked breasts, his fingers gently grazing over my nipple.
“Beautiful,” he mumbles, then closes his lips over my nipple, sucking and teasing it, until a burning flame ignites within me.
“Eros,” I beg, squirming beneath him. I don’t even know what I’m asking for, but I know I need more.
He continues to lavish attention on my breasts, but his hands roam my body, settling on the scant piece of cloth between my legs.
He pulls down my panties as his mouth leaves my taut nipples to move downward over my belly, then farther still to the apex of my mons.
He takes my panties off completely, then urges me with the gentle motion of his hands to spread my legs for him.
I’m sure I’m a bright shade of red, but my desire is greater than my embarrassment, and I do as he says. What I don’t expect is how he moves one leg over his shoulder, and with one hand, spreads my legs farther apart, then he puts his mouth on me. On me!
A jolt of electricity runs through me, and I’m paralyzed to do anything but ride the passion mounting uncontrollably inside me. I buck and twist, but Eros has me in a firm hold. I thrash my head on the pillow, begging for release.
“Please, Eros. No, please, more.” Nothing makes sense, and I’m speaking gibberish.
All the while, I feel the passion mounting higher and higher.
His tongue sweeps over my bare pussy, licking, then he finds that spot, where he suckles, making white lights appear in front of my eyes.
Suddenly, my back arches and I feel like I’m free-falling from the highest mountain.
My orgasm is so potent that it’s not until I feel his cock pushing inside me that I feel any pain. I cry out. My hands brace against his chest to push him away. He quickly takes my hands in one of his, then braces them over my head and holds them.
“Shh, gioia. Relax your body. The pain will soon pass,” he murmurs in my ear. Eros remains perfectly still, letting my body adjust to the intrusion. He kisses my neck, my ear, then brushes his lips over mine. “That’s right, baby, relax.”
The pain dissipates and is replaced by a tinge of desire. Eros reads my body well and slowly begins to thrust inside my pussy. He moves slowly at first, but when I move with him, he quickens the pace.
“You gotta get there, Fi. I need you to come, baby.” His voice is raw, low, and sexy as hell.
It’s not long before I have another sweet orgasm, not as intense as the first, but just as wonderful. But when Eros lets out a roar, burying his face in my neck, and I feel him swell and release inside me, I feel like the sexiest woman in the world.
Never did I think sex would be like this.
Women gossip, and I’ve heard too many stories about terrible honeymoon nights and how the first time is awful.
Some of the girls I grew up with told me all about the pain they’d experienced, making it seem like they couldn’t get out of bed for a week.
Now I’m wondering if they did it wrong, because yeah, I had pain, but Eros made sure that I experienced the pleasure too.
Eros rolls onto his back, taking me with him so that I am half lying on his chest. “You okay, Fi?” He sounds ragged and gruff as his fingers run over my back in a circular pattern.
“I’m fine.”
“My father once told me when a woman says, ‘I’m fine,’ she’s never really fine,” he teases with a chuckle, making me blush even more.
“I’m sore. But happy,” I say quietly.
“The next time will be easier, gioia.” He plants a kiss on my nose, then his face grows serious. “This is going to be a rough day. I’m sorry, but Giusto is dead. We need to go see Bianca and then your mother.”
A lump forms in my throat. Our private moment is over, and reality hits like a cold wind blowing on a winter’s day. The kind you feel right down to your bones.
“Did he suffer much?” I ask in a haunted whisper. Guilt rains over me.
“For your sake, he did not,” he replies.
Eros reads my expression. “This was his inevitable end. Giusto chose his destiny the night he raped Miranda. Your brother wasn’t the man you thought he was.
My sister wasn’t the only woman to suffer at his hand.
After Miranda, he learned not to touch the women in the family, but other women were fair game.
Giusto often bragged about his escapades to his buddies.
But he was your brother, so shed your tears, Fi, and feel what you must.”
It’s then that his cell phone pings with a text message. Eros doesn’t even glance at it.
“It’s time to go, isn’t it?” I say.
“Take a few minutes while I shower. But, yeah, we have to get going.” He shifts me off him and gets out of bed.
He saunters nonchalantly, completely uninhibited by his nudity, into the bathroom.
Eros looks like a Greek god, and how appropriate it is that he’s named after the mythical Greek god of love.
I’m consumed by sadness, but the tears don’t come. I’m numb. I’m not sure what to feel. A few minutes ago, I was in Eros’s arms and everything was perfect, but now I have to prepare myself to tell Bianca she’s a widow and my mother that her son is gone.
Eros
Serafina has been very quiet. Nero and Marco are meeting us at Bianca’s home.
Based on what I’ve heard about Giusto and Bianca’s marriage, I’m not sure if she’ll be relieved or burst into tears.
We’re the first to arrive, and when Bianca sees us standing on her doorstep, she knows something is terribly wrong.
“You— What— What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be heading over to the Pallomas’ place for brunch?
I thought Giusto and I were meeting you there,” she says.
I see the wheels turning in her head, thinking of what excuse she could come up with as to why Giusto’s not home at this hour of the morning.
“Bianca, honey, let’s go sit in the living room,” Serafina answers quietly. She puts her arm around her sister-in-law’s waist and guides her through to sit down on the couch. Then the doorbell rings again, and I know that Nero and Marco have arrived.
“Serafina took her in the other room,” I tell Marco and Nero, then we make our way over to join them. Bianca turns her head over the back of the couch and sees Marco.
“Giusto,” she whispers.
Marco comes to sit next to Bianca, taking her hand in his. “Cara, I’m sorry, but Giusto was involved in a—”
“Please stop,” she says. “Giusto was plotting against Eros and you. I know the truth, Capo.” She takes a deep breath and looks up at me.
“He hated you so much. Giusto’s been so angry.
He scares his daughters half to death.” Then she begins to babble.
“I tried so hard to be a good wife to Giusto. When he chose me for his bride, I thought the moon and stars were aligned to set our fate for a happily ever after. I was Cinderella, and he was the handsome prince. I loved him so much.” She chokes up and sniffles. “When did it all go wrong?”
“I’m sure he loved you too,” Serafina tells her.