CHAPTER 7 Rio
”I can”t believe you come to NY at least four times a year for business and you”ve never been to Central Park.” Tanzi”s gray eyes judge me.
”The for business is the big clue there, dolce bella.”
”You can”t be in meetings all the time.” She grins up at me. ”We”ve gotten together every day this week.”
”That”s because I”ve rescheduled and canceled more meetings this week than I have in the last year.” I would never tell another woman something like that.
It reveals the depth of my affection for my beautiful girlfriend. And yes, the intensity of my need.
A prince isn”t supposed to show vulnerability.
Tanzi scoots around me until she”s smiling up into my face, her expression filled with soft affection. ”Every time you say something perfect like that, I fall harder for you. So, maybe stop?”
”No chance.” And once again, I take the risk of being photographed kissing this beautiful woman in a public place.
None of the rules apply when it comes to Tanzi Menendez.
We continue to explore the park, but when Tanzi wants to take the path up to Belvedere Castle, I balk. ”It”s not a real castle.”
”Of course not. It”s too small for one, and this is New York City, for two. No royal residences here. But the views are amazing.”
”You”ve been here before?”
”Of course I have. I”m not a heathen.” Her raised brows and sarcastic look imply I am.
”We”ve already been over this.”
”But today, you”re not in meetings. So, come on.” She grabs my hand and drags me up the path.
I let her. No other person would be so brash with me, but she doesn”t know that. And I don”t care that she doesn”t. I do. And I like how she treats me like a regular guy.
”Oh, it”s open,” she breathes with rapturous delight. ”We can go up to the terraces.”
”You have the sweetest reaction to life, amore mio.” I know she”s from wealth.
Her clothes, manner and apartment are all dead giveaways to that. But her enthusiasm is a strong wind, blowing away my jaded view of tourist attractions and pretty much everything else.
She gave me a whole new view of the Statue of Liberty when we went to see it, telling me a story about a friend”s great grandparents who were processed on Ellis Island for immigration. Tanzi”s emotional reaction to the story drew forth my own.
”Is that why you call me sweet girl?” she teases.
Bella literally means beauty or pretty, but we use it colloquially almost interchangeably with girl or woman. Tanzi”s so conversant in the language, she gets that.
”I call you sweet beauty because you are the sweetest thing I have ever tasted, and you”re beautiful inside and out.” So beautiful, it almost hurts to look at her sometimes.
Her eyes go all soft once more. ”There you go saying perfect stuff again. Does that mean you”re being literal when you call me dolce bella?”
”It means that you are a sweet, sweet girl and my beauty. My woman.”
She bumps my arm with her shoulder. ”I”m okay with that.”
But I know she”s more than okay. Tanzi loves when I call her dolce bella.
Which I prove to her a couple of hours later in my hotel suite.
Naked, her beautiful body sheened with sweat, she rides me with a slow, sensual undulation of her hips.
”That”s right dolce bella. Just like that.” I squeeze her thighs, brushing my thumbs toward her center, but not touching.
Her slick vaginal walls tighten around my erection. Yes, she definitely likes being called sweet girl.
Tilting my pelvis upward, I spear deeper into her welcoming heat.
Her mouth drops open. ”Ahh,” she cries. ”Do that again.”
I do. Over and over again as her breathing grows more ragged and the roll of her hips turns erratic.
”Rio! Amato, do something,” she pleads.
I could flip us and drive us both to shattering ecstasy but that”s not what either of us wants.
”What do you want, dolce bella? Tell me,” I demand.
She does one better.
Grabbing my right wrist, she drags my hand up to her rosy tipped breast, placing my palm right over the hard nipple. ”Play with me.”
I”m already kneading the soft curve and I move my palm in small circles, stimulating that sweet little morsel.
She moans and grabs my other hand, shifting it until my thumb presses right against her swollen clit.
”Tell me what you want,” I demand again, refusing to move my thumb and keeping the pressure light on her bundle of nerves.
”I want you to rub me there. Make me come, Rio,” she orders.
Satisfaction surges through me. ”Brava ragazza.” I press harder on her clit before pinching it between my thumb and forefinger.
Screaming, Tanzi”s sex tightens around me as her body arches in climax. I”m not sure which sends her over the edge, the extra stimulation or calling her good girl.
But I draw out her orgasm with soft circles on her swollen bud.
Her eyes wild, she grabs my wrist. ”Too much.”
”Come for me again. I know you can,” I tell her in the same voice I use to coax more speed out of my favorite stallion when I am riding.
Her head twists back and forth. ”No, I…”
My thumb traces the intimate flesh stretched around my still hard dick. She gasps.
”You can do it mi brava ragazza. Show me your sweetness and how very good you are.”
This time I’m sure it”s the words that spark her climax and unable to hold mine back any longer, I join her, thrusting my hips upward and pumping my seed into her tight channel.
I damn well love going without condoms.
I never have before. Neither has she, but she told me she started birth control when she got back to New York. I was surprised she wasn”t already on it.
She told me she only had two sexual partners before me and now I know she had no intention of having another one anytime soon.
Mi dolce bella might have been intimate with two other men, but she never gave them her trust like she gives it to me. I know because I don”t let myself go with other partners like I do her either.
I”m her exception just like she”s mine.
No other man will ever get the chance to see if he can be one too.