Chapter 24
CARLO
When we get back from Yolanda’s, it’s clear there are a few things I need to check in with Tania about.
Her mind is obviously all over the place, and so is mine.
She seems at peace here, clearly loving the scenery, the house, and the locals we’ve met.
These wonderful people could be the family I know she’s been seeking.
Maybe she’ll want to stay here permanently.
Where would that leave us? I don’t want to leave my family or friends or the life we’ve built, but I don’t want to lose her either.
Could I move here if that’s what she wanted to do?
I was sincere when I said I’d give up anything for her, and I do love it here.
Maybe just like her parents did when they came to the US, she needs a fresh start and this would be good for her.
It’s making my pulse skyrocket, thinking that maybe this trip will change everything.
Or I might be completely reading too much into everything and she’s simply enjoying herself here and getting to discover her roots.
The point is, she and I need to have a conversation for my sanity, because having to choose between her and my life back home would be the hardest choice of my life, even though I’m sure I’d choose her every single time.
Once we put the freshly cleaned sheets on the bed, check in with my family that the cats are doing ok, wash up, and crawl into bed, she finally begins the conversation we clearly need to have.
“You look like you’ve got something weighing on your mind, baby,” she says, snuggling into me and running her nails up and down my bare chest.
“I’m just thinking how at peace and how at home you look here. I’m wondering if you want to move here for good,” I tell her honestly. She hums thoughtfully.
“I’ve been thinking about that a lot actually, so now you should be the one to get out of my head.”
I huff a laugh, even as my heart rate kicks up at the thought of moving to another country.
“What are you thinking, beautiful? If you want to stay here, I’d come with you. It would be hard, but I’d do it. I meant it when I said I would give up anything for you,” I tell her quietly. She looks at me closely and shakes her head definitively.
“Maybe one day retiring here would be great,” she muses, idly playing with my nipple ring.
“We’ve built such a fantastic life back home that I would never want to give up, though.
I could never leave Celeste like that, and you would be miserable without your family.
You’re my future, Carlo. This beautiful place is somewhere incredible to visit where I can stay connected to my roots.
” She presses another kiss to my jaw and nuzzles my neck.
Relief floods my system, and I gather her even closer to kiss her soundly.
“Retiring here, huh? Are you planning on getting old and grey with me, sweetheart?” My voice is a rasp on her lips. She squirms a little in my arms and lifts her chin.
“I’ve considered it,” she says with a casual shrug. I still her squirming by turning to get on top of her, pressing her into the mattress.
“Good. Then we’re on the same page,” I tell her firmly, brushing her hair away from her face as I lean on my forearms.
“We are, huh?” Her eyes are dancing now, warm pools that I could easily drown in. The sweetest smile tugs on her full lips, and I can’t help but lean down to kiss her happiness. We get a little heated, making out for a few minutes before she groans.
“We can’t in this bed, Carlo. It just does not seem right to do this in my grandparents’ bed, where they made my mom.
” It comes out as a whine, my girlfriend is as desperate tonight as I am.
I cannot freaking wait for the new bed to come tomorrow, so it’s time for another plan tonight, because I need to feel physically connected to this woman after we said we want to grow old together.
I think we’re also both running on pure adrenaline after such a long, emotional day coupled with the jet lag.
“Hmmm,” I say, making a show of tapping my chin in thought. Then I get up and throw her over my shoulder before she can even react, making her squeal. “Maybe another shower then, yeah?”
I get the shower running in the bathroom to let it warm up before we slowly strip each other.
We step into the steamy water with our mouths fused, hands everywhere.
I hoist her up to wrap her legs around my waist, letting her glide up and down my rapidly hardening cock as we keep kissing.
I free one hand to cup her breasts, then bring my hand down her stomach, to right where she wants me most. I circle her clit as she seeks friction from my erection, and the moan she lets out at the contact makes me feral.
I kiss up and down her neck, her shoulder, everywhere I can reach until I feel her start to shake from her release.
She wraps herself around me tightly as I work her through it, burying her face into my neck and kissing me there with panting breaths.
When she’s sated enough, she slides her legs down to the floor and stands, giving me a searing kiss before slowly dropping to her knees.
She kisses my stomach, my hips, gives little nips to my thighs before taking me into her mouth.
She peers up at me through those lashes as she hollows her cheeks, and it’s officially one of the hottest things I have ever seen in my life.
I grip her hair just to ground myself, and start to gently pump until I feel like I’m almost ready to explode.
She releases me with a pop when I touch her face, signaling her to stop before I blow. I pull her up to standing.
“Turn around and put your hands on the wall,” I rumble in her ear, and I relish the way she shivers.
She does as I ask, giving me a saucy look over her shoulder.
I squeeze the absolute perfection that is her ass as I position myself at her entrance.
We both gasp when I start to push in slowly, gripping her hip in one hand while running the other up and down her back, before taking her hair and wrapping it around my wrist to make her arch more.
I’ve learned she loves when I take control.
So much of her life, she’s had to fight for herself and try to take control of what little she could to survive and thrive.
Having someone who can turn off her brain and keep her in the moment is freeing, to quote her own words.
Once I’m to the hilt, I lean over her and whisper in her ear.
“I love you, mi sueno. Here’s to growing old together,” I tell her as I pull out and push back in with more force.
She moans loudly before she pants out, “I love you too, baby.” I drive into her with deep, rhythmic thrusts, and she slaps her hand against the shower wall while crying out my name in a chant.
“Goddamn, the way those piercings feel is otherworldly, it’ll never get old. I’ll have to thank Taran for goading you into getting them,” she groans. I cup her throat to bring her up flush to me, my front plastered to her back while I keep a steady rhythm.
“He does not need to hear that and think he gets any credit for how I make you feel, but I’m glad you like them so much,” I whisper in her ear with amusement.
She chuckles, but then gives a whimper as I pick up my pace.
I bend her over again, and she arches her back as her hands smack the wall when my thrusts become almost brutal.
Her perfect, little puckered back entrance is right there, so I lightly swirl my index finger around it. She gasps.
“Ever have anyone play back here, sweetheart?”
“No. Never trusted anyone enough to not hurt me if we tried it,” she manages to get out around her panting breaths.
“Would you like to try it with me? Just a finger for now. Maybe one day I’ll get to take you there with my cock.” The thought of it makes my balls tighten.
“I’ll try anything you want at least once except sharing you. Just please go slow,” she breathes, anticipation coloring her voice.
“I’m yours, sweetheart, always. I could never want you to share me, and I sure as hell could never share you,” I growl in her ear.
“I’ll go nice and slow and see if you like how it feels.
” I gather some of the slickness from where we’re joined to coat my finger before I lightly massage the entrance to get it to relax.
Once I work it enough, I coat my finger again to make sure it is nice and lubricated before I lightly press just the tip of my finger in.
She clenches immediately, so I run a soothing hand down her back to get her to relax again.
My cock is still in her, but I’m not moving so that she’s not too overstimulated at once.
Once my touch calms her down enough, I keep gently working the finger in until I’m knuckle deep.
“How does that feel?” I ask her.
“Strange and new, in a very good way,” she replies, her voice strained with getting acclimated to the new sensation. I keep massaging and gently opening up the entrance until my whole finger is in. Then I slowly move my finger in and out to get her used to that feeling.
“Still doing ok? Do you like it?”
“Yes,” she moans, beginning to push back on my finger.
It makes me start to move so that I drive into her pussy at the same time my finger dips into her ass.
She screams deliciously. This is easily the most erotic experience of my life, with the warm water sluicing down her every curve and steaming up the shower, creating a little world of our own.
“Oh holy fucking shit, I’ve never been so full,” she cries out. “It’s so much but I never want it to end.”