Chapter 36
DANTE
Gina’s delicate shoulders slump as she looks at the burned lasagna.
“I’m so sorry, Dante. I guess I failed the I Love Lucy housewife test.”
I smile at the way she stands there in that ridiculous frilly apron, her blonde curls spilling across her forehead.
It appears I married the opposite of my mother, who was famous in the neighborhood and beyond for her lasagna. If Mother was here to witness this today, what would she say?
Knowing her, she’d embrace Gina, dry her tears, and tell me what a sweet wife I married.
And then she’d give Gina a recipe and make a date for her to come over and practice.
The kitchen smells like charcoal, but I don’t care.
“I married an artist, not a cook,” I tell her, reaching for the stupid pink ribbons dangling from her waist. I give them a tug, pulling her body against mine.
Gina’s skin feels warm through her thin shirt. I work the bow loose with my fingers and let the apron fall to the floor between us.
“Let’s enjoy some wine instead.”
I step over to the wine fridge, flipping through the vintages. “Here’s one from the year you were born.”
I hold it up so Gina can read the label.
“I’m flattered.”
Gina may be 21, but she doesn’t know wine. And she doesn’t know the steep price of this vintage. But she has far more redeeming qualities.
I pour two glasses. “Let’s sit on the sofa.”
When she’s pressed close to me, I raise my glass. “To us.”
I try to show interest in the Academy and her new friend Chelsea by asking polite questions.
When Lorenzo pulled me aside and explained that Gina was feeling ignored and abandoned, my first response was incredulity.
Gina had everything she wanted. School. The restaurant to run. That ridiculous yapping puppy.
What else did she expect from me?
But Lorenzo was clear.
So here I am. Listening to her endless chatter.
Finally, I’ve had enough.
I take the glass from her hand and put it on the coffee table.
“Did anybody ever tell you you have the cutest ears?” I run the tip of my finger over her left lobe, leaning in for a nibble.
Taking her sigh of pleasure as a cue, I move my lips to graze the firm curve of her jaw.
“Dante, this is incredible. I love sitting here with you like this in our living room.”
I stroke her inner thigh exposed by her mid-length skirt. My fingers move higher on her inner thigh as I kiss her lips. My finger slips under the edge of her panties. I feel her pussy slicken and swell.
She pushes my fingers toward a favored spot.
“You’re a vixen, you know that?”
“I do, I do.” Gina moves her mouth to mine and nibbles my lip.
I lift her onto my lap, her soaked panties moist on the thin silk of my slacks.
“I’ve been waiting to touch you all day,” I say.
“Me too, Dante, me too,” she says, kissing me like a cat in heat.
Lifting her, I take her to her bedroom and rip off the duvet.
“Wiggle out of that skirt,” I command. She shimmies prettily.
“Now the rest.”
She reaches behind her to unclasp her brassiere, exposing her perfect breasts.
“You’re so lovely, Gina. Maybe I don’t tell you that often enough?”
“You’re right,” she says. “You don’t.”
I kneel to remove her panties, inhaling the musk of her sex.
“You have the most exquisite perfume, Gina. You have to bottle it one day.”
“What would I call it?”
“Ambrosia.” I pull apart her legs and insert my tongue into her wet pussy. She tastes delicious.
Yes. Ambrosia. I explore each crevice of her sex, enjoying the taste of her slick juices on my tongue.
“Dante, I love this, but you’re teasing me too much,” she says. “I want you inside me.”
“I am in you.”
“That’s not what I mean.”
Impatient for me to stop teasing, she pulls herself away and lies spread-eagle on the bed. “Now,” she says. “I want you now!”
“What a brazen hussy,” I say, smiling.
I take off my slacks, followed by my briefs and then my shirt.
“You’re gorgeous, Dante,” she says, her eyes devouring me as I stand before her.
Our eyes meet, and I realize Lorenzo was right. I’ve been neglecting her.
“Come to me,” she says, holding out her arms.
I’m hard as I approach the bed, but I’m not ready to enter her yet.
“Patience,” I command. “I want to take my time with you.”
First, I focus on her breasts, teasing her nipples until they’re as hard as cherries.
She writhes beneath me. “Now, Dante, now.”
I position myself on top of her, placing my tip just outside her pussy.
“Closer, closer,” she demands.
But I’m enjoying withholding it from her.
“Now, I want it now.” She moves herself towards me, trying to capture my dick with her pussy, but I playfully pull away.
“Good things come to those who wait.”
She lets out a scream of frustration.
Ah, the poor girl’s suffered enough. I slowly ease my way in, filling her completely. I pull back and then shove in on another stroke.
“Dante,” she murmurs, meeting my body with every thrust, trying to speed up the pace.
But I’m too powerful for her. When I pin down her arms and allow more of my body weight to press on her torso, she lets out a huge sigh.
“Can I get on top?” she says. “I want to ride you for a change.”
That takes me by surprise. This is not my way—when it comes to lovemaking or anything else.
But why not?
“Ah, so this is ladies’ night, is it?”
We both laugh as we change positions.
It’s an odd sensation to lie on the bed and have Gina straddle me. Her pussy’s dripping wet as she guides me into her body.
As soon as I’m there, Gina’s pussy grips my dick, pulsing around me.
The delicious sensation electrifies my body. A moment later, she begins rising up and down, riding my cock like a cowgirl in a rodeo.
Though the experience feels fun and playful, it can’t end this way.
I’ve always been the one to control the situation. My dick must have its way. The last word.
I spin her around. “And now for the finale,” I say, bringing my full force as I thrust into her, claiming her.
She screams in ecstasy. “Dante, yes, Dante, Dante!”
We climax together. When it’s finished, I encircle her with my arms, enjoying the fresh scent of her natural body fragrance.
“This is better than any lasagna you could have prepared,” I tell her, still a bit breathless from our love.
Eventually we both fall into a delicious sleep.