Chapter 12

Chapter 12

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"Are you going to be on that the whole time we're away?" Isabella asked, and I glanced over my laptop to look at her. She frowned at me, biting on her bottom lip almost nervously.

We were on a private jet that I had hired to take us on our trip. I had decided that the soft, plush seats and the privacy for the long flight was much more appreciated than being stuck in a terminal waiting for a plane filled with a load of people who I was sure would stop me to ask questions or take my picture.

It wasn't so much that I minded the attention, but at six in the morning, I wasn't in the mood to look happy and pretend I cared about trivial things. I was on vacation, dammit, and I was going to enjoy it.

"I'm just forwarding some e-mails for Tanya to look over, and then I'm yours for the rest of the trip," I told her. She looked rather relieved and shifted more comfortably in her seat, making her denim shirt ride up.

Sadly, she was wearing thick, black tights and long, woolen leg warmers, hiding the shape of her beautiful legs. She had a striped, white and black top with a waistcoat, and her hair fell down around her face in thick waves under her beret.

"Okay," she said, placated. "I don't mind you working, I just don't want you to spend the whole trip locked away in our hotel room. I want us to have fun together."

"I want that too, my Bellezza," I told her.

She smiled at me and pulled out her own laptop, ending the conversation so that we could each focus on our respective tasks.

I should have already sent this e-mail as soon as I got back from my trip, since I knew that, with the Senate being on break-most of the people I was having Tanya e-mail would be preparing for their own vacations. But Isabella had been needy to rediscover my body after our time apart, and since I had finally allowed her to have orgasms again, she had shown my cock no mercy.

I had barely found enough time to eat, let alone write e-mails, so I had pushed them back a few days until I had some free time. My Bellezza was smart, and I knew that while she wasn't a hundred percent sure-I had done my best to throw her off-she had a good suspicion that we were going to Italy.

She, of course, was right, but I refused to admit to it until we stepped out onto Italian soil. The flight was a long one, stretching from fourteen to fifteen hours, and I took the time to tie up any loose ends.

It was nice to sit in silence for a while, each of us engrossed in our own thing, the absence of noise soothing-not uncomfortable. The hours seemed to fly by until we both stopped for some lunch.

I didn't like to eat large, heavy meals while traveling and had Bean Poblanos with cheese and potato wedges. It was a cooked green Poblano chilli stuffed with beans and rice with a sprinkle of cheese on top. It was a lot milder than one would think but filling none the less.

"Did you get everything you needed to have done?" I asked, tucking into my meal while she ate her tomato and goat cheese pizza.

"Yeah," she murmured after swallowing. "I was just writing on my blog and doing a little Internet shopping."

I nodded easily, remembering how excited she had been when she first thought to start a blog. Somewhere where she could write how she felt and post pictures of what she was doing. After seeing her happiness over the prospect of using the degree she had in English Literature for something, I had given her permission to write about us, as long as she excluded the intimate details.

She had agreed readily, citing that she had no intentions in giving away either one of our identities. The anonymity of blogging was what had first intrigued her, and she had gotten a firewall that she said was stronger than Fort Knox itself.

"Trying to put a dent in the account I set up for you?" I asked teasingly, knowing that it would take a bit more than just a few hours of Internet shopping to go through the money I had put in it. I wasn't modest enough to say that I didn't have a lot of money in my accounts, and while I gave to the charities that I supported, it still left me with more money than I knew what to do with.

She rolled her eyes at me. "Actually, I was using my own money," she informed me.

I frowned because it still bothered me even though I knew she still had her reservations concerning using my money-the whole Felix debacle had made her wary to put everything she had in my hands-and I understood that it was something that only time would dissipate.

"Oh, any specific reason why?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant, but failing miserably.

She looked over at me, gauging my reaction before speaking. "It's not that I don't trust you, because I do. I guess I just like having some sort of control..." she trailed off after seeing my look of confusion mixed with trepidation.

"That came out wrong. What I'm trying to say is that like in the same way I have my own room, somewhere that is my own space, the money that I've saved over the years is personal. I just use it for selfish little things that I pick out solely for myself. I use your card generally with you in mind. Almost all of my clothes and lingerie are bought on your card, but sometimes I want to use my own, just because I can. It's stupid, and I'll probably grow out of it quickly, but you know."

She shrugged, making me see that it wasn't that big a deal. I knew where her hang-ups stemmed from, and it was something that she had to work through by herself. After her declaration, the conversation drifted toward small talk, and it was decided that after lunch we would take a nap before we reached Heathrow to refuel.

I could barely hide my happiness when she chose the seat next to mine as we pushed our seats back into a reclining position and closed all the blinds on the windows. I informed the staff that we weren't to be disturbed until it was time for landing and lifted the armrest between us so that she could curl up against me.

It seemed funny to me that after having spent so many years used to sleeping alone, I was almost needy when it came to her being next to me when I slept. There was just something about her scent and the softness of her skin against mine that I hadn't experienced previously, and I craved it.

She made me feel like an adolescent most mornings when I woke up, only to find my cock practically breaking through my sleep pants to bury itself between her legs. Not that I could blame it since her pussy was like nothing that could be aptly described. So hot, tight and slick.

It almost cried out to my cock, weeping with her juices as it begged me to fill her, to make my home in that sweet cocoon of flesh...

I sucked in a harsh breath as I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, my cock straining against my charcoal slacks as I tried to shake the thoughts out of my head. Now was definitely not the time to think like this, especially with Isabella tucked against my chest, those beautiful, pouted lips parted, and her expression one of serenity.

I brushed a stray curl out of her face so that I could look at her without interruption. Isabella was not like many of the women I had been with. She projected the 'girl next door' beauty with her supple curves, small button nose, and deep brown eyes framed by long lashes. I had always been with socialites, with their high cheekbones, blonde teased hair, and stick figures.

It was actually a welcome change, and I loved the way she could exude such innocence while I gripped her supple fleshy hips and pounded into her. She was so natural, down to earth and quirky, having seen two sides of life and still walking with her head high. It was admirable to me to see how she was able to overcome even the biggest obstacles when she put her mind to it.

I pressed a kiss to the side of her face, and she stirred slightly before burrowing herself further into my arms. It didn't take long for me to follow in her footsteps and let myself drift off, a slight smile playing on my lips as I thought of what was to come on our trip.

I was thankful that the stop in London was only a short one, but when I had informed Isabella of where we were, she had thrown questions at me, asking if we could go to Buckingham Palace or to see Big Ben. It had taken me a while to calm her down and explain that we would only be there for a few hours and that maybe on the way back we could spend a few days in England.

I still kept in contact with a few friends from school, and I assured her that I would show her the boarding school where I had spent the better part of my childhood in.

The flight to Florence seemed to go by quickly, and I spent it napping on and off while Isabella wrote about our trip on her blog. By the time one of the staff came by to tell me we were preparing for landing, I noticed that Isabella had changed out of her earlier outfit and was wearing a pair of denim shorts that barely covered her ass with a tight dark blue tank top and a cut off leather jacket.

Her Gucci sunglasses were perched on her nose, and she wore red chuck high tops to finish it off. Her once perfectly curled hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail, a few strands still falling around her face.

"You changed," I said groggily as I buckled up my seat belt. She peered at me over her computer and raised an eyebrow.

"Huh? Oh, well, it's too hot here to be wearing thick tights," she said, waving a hand towards the window where you could see clear blue sky. "And my clothes were all wrinkled and grimy from traveling."

I had to admit that it wouldn't have been a bad idea to change my clothes, but since I was used to traveling a lot, the grime didn't bother me so much and wrinkles always seemed like a necessary evil when you flew.

I slipped on my RayBans as we walked down the stairs and onto the tarmac where a car was waiting, our bags already stowed in the trunk. I swear, you throw enough money at people and suddenly the impossible seems so very possible. Plus, they generally go out of their way to make things go much smoother for you.

I briefly wondered if I should call Tanya to see how she was coping with Yoda. I'll never understand why she agreed to look after him when she hated dogs so much, but if there was one thing I had learnt about women, it was not to question them.

There was an all-encompassing feeling of home as I inhaled deeply, the sun warming my skin as it welcomed me home. I slipped into the car beside my Bellezza, already feeling stuffy as undid a few buttons of my shirt and rolled up my sleeves. Thankfully, the car was air-conditioned, and I was happy to just relax in the back and watch the scenery go by.

Isabella could hardly hold back her excitement as we drove through the streets, her eyes wide with childlike wonderment as she stared out the window. Her body was almost vibrating with barely contained delight, and I watched her in amusement.

She must have seen the grin on my face because she pouted at me. "What? Florence is the cradle of the Renaissance. Do you realize just how many famous artists lived in this city? There is so much history here, and yet, you look at me like as if I just told you a joke!" she exclaimed, her eyes almost wild as she spoke.

Her speech did nothing to quell my amusement, but I managed to wipe the smile off my face and look serious. "I apologize if my amusement offended you. I guess the city does not hold the same amount of excitement for me as it does you," I told her formally, and she responded with an eye roll.

"You do realize that your eyes are giving you away, don't you? They're sparkling and smiling at me."

I snaked an arm around her waist and leaned down to place a kiss over the hickey I had given her at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. She had done as best as she could to hide it under some make-up, but if I looked carefully, I could see the purple mark.

She shivered as my lips brushed over her skin and pushed me away. "Edward, this is the only time I get to see Florence for the first time. Now, let me be." With that, she turned back toward the window to take in the sights, missing my eye roll.

I decided to take a page out of her book and looked at the city going by. I was soon distracted by my phone, texting a friend who we were heading to see right then.

I could see the confusion on Isabella's face when we pulled up outside a mechanic's garage, since I guessed that she thought we were going straight to the hotel to unpack.

I quickly reminded the driver about what he was to do with our stuff and pulled my Bellezza out of the car.

"Papi, what are you doing? All our stuff is in the car," she asked as the car pulled away from the curb. I placed a hand on the small of her back, guiding her toward the building.

"Don't worry, Bellezza. I have everything under control," I informed her smoothly, and she gave me a look of discontent before relaxing.

She didn't bother to ask why we were at a garage as I led her through the dimly lit place where AC/DC was blasting through the speakers. I switched off the small radio in the corner, and it didn't take long before my friend came out, looking confused.

His face lit up as he saw me, but Isabella soon distracted him. I swear he even checked his breath before sidling up to her.

"Who is this bella donna?" he purred, lifting up her hand and placing a sensual kiss on it.

"Ummm..." Isabella looked a little skeptical and shot me a look to tell me that she wanted this guy away from her hand. It wasn't that he wasn't handsome because, with his dimples and curly dark hair, women in the city were practically throwing themselves at him. Something that he tended to use to his advantage.

"You may call me Emile. Ah, cosi dolce, cosi bella,"he murmured against her skin, and I decided to put Isabella out of her misery.

"Emmett, I would really prefer that you extract yourself from my girl before I'm forced to do it for you," I told him and he sighed, stepping back and looking apologetic.

"My apologies, Eduardo. It's just not so often that you find someone so exquisite."He gave Isabella his best smoldering eyes, but she wasn't falling for his tricks. Seeing that she wasn't buying whatever he was selling her, he sighed.

"Fine, fine. You win. How come you always get the beautiful girls?" he asked, dropping the overly done Italian accent and letting his American one shine through. The guy was a big teddy bear and completely harmless, but I couldn't stop the chuckle that escaped at his forlorn expression.

"Cheer up, Em. A little work on the accent, and you just might be able to fool someone," I placated him, patting him on the shoulder. "Now, where is my baby?"

He snapped into action after that. "Ah, yes, follow me."

He sauntered off, and Isabella gave me a look of confusion. "Is that guy sane?" she asked, and I shook my head.

"Bellezza, he's Italian, or at least, trying to be."

We followed him into the back, and I could barely restrain myself as I saw the shape of my car under the covering. Emmett flicked on a few more lights before pulling the covering off to reveal my black 1965 Aston Martin DB5 Vantage Convertible.

It was the car that wet dreams were made of, the kind that James Bond would drive, and damn, she was as beautiful as when I left her.

"Oh my god," Isabella breathed. "Please tell me that this is your car."

Did I mention that the ladies loved it too?

"Oh, yeah," I murmured, running my hand over the cool metal of the hood. Shivers ran down my spine, and I wasn't embarrassed to admit that I was slightly aroused.

"Do you want to take it for a spin?" Emmett asked. I shot him a look of reproach for even asking and he chuckled.

"Some things never change, huh?" he murmured, and I couldn't help agree with him. We took down the folding roof, revealing the black leather seats and the pristine interior.

I knew then and there why Emmett was the only man I trusted to look after myBambina.

"Emmett, have I told you just how much I love you recently?" I asked, my eyes never leaving my Aston.

He guffawed. "I wouldn't say recently, but that wallet of yours is looking rather full."

I shook my head at him. Friend or not, my baby had a place at Emmett's garage for as long as I paid for it. Not that it bothered me in the least since my car took up valuable space, making him lose money.

I made a big deal of pulling out my wallet, sighing as I did so, and pulled out a thick wad of euros. I could practically see the cash signs roll in front of his eyes as he reached for the money.

He counted through the money quickly, looking satisfied at the amount before turning his attention to Isabella who was leaning over the side of the card, her ass sticking out as she did so.

"Tell me your secret, and I'll give you all this money back," Emmett begged, and I merely smirked at him cockily. "Come on, man," he whined. "How can a guy pushing forty-"

I gave him a scathing look. "I'm thirty-five, and you know it," I told him dryly. He responded by waving me off, like it made no difference to him.

"Whatever. Your girl is what? Twenty-five at the most-"

"She's twenty-three," I interrupted smugly, and he made a noise of disbelief.

"What the fuck, man! What is your secret? Do you have a magic dick or something?"

I barely refrained from rolling my eyes at him. "Emmett, the day you grow up and see that women are not just tits and ass, and actually deserve some respect, will be the day that you'll find someone you want to spend more than one night with," I told him.

He raised his eyebrows at me. "So, you are with this girl because of her winning personality?" he asked, not believing me for a second.

I smirked at him. "For your information, Isabella has a great personality. My sexual appetite just happens to differ from most, you know that, and I need someone who can match my...insatiability. Isabella does that and more. Her tits and ass are just an added bonus."

He looked at me with a slight sense of awe. "So, if I turn into a kinky motherfucker, I can get girls half my age?"

Emmett didn't know the extent of my kinkiness, and I had never felt inclined to tell him about my fetish. He just knew that I had always preferred younger, innocent girls rather than the kind of girls that he went after.

"It helps if you're rich, powerful, and have a cock that has girls begging to have their lips wrapped around it," I told him arrogantly. His look of awe turned to one of disdain.

"Rub it in, why don't you, Mr. Senator."

"Papi, are we going to take her out or what?" Isabella impatiently called out, from the passenger seat of the car.

"Be right with you, Bellezza," I told her as I plucked the car keys from a very shocked Emmett. I didn't shy away from his gaze because I didn't feel the need to. I just raised an eyebrow slightly before moving past him, and getting into the car.

He robotically opened the garage door, letting light stream into the room as I turned the key in the ignition. The car roared to life before settling into a purr, the vibrations of it humming through my body almost like a lover's caress.

I eased her out into the road, loving the feel of the gears shifting as I headed out of the city. I had always preferred manual over automatic. It made me feel as if I was actually interacting with the car, guiding it through the gears.

I really let her purr once we were out of the city and in the country, flying down the roads at over a hundred.

I could see that Isabella loved it as much as me by the grin on her face. Everything here was familiar to me, and it wasn't long until I found the turning I needed. We skidded down a dirt path, trees framing the road on both sides until we came to a clearing with a river running through it.

I could still remember spending time out here when I had wanted a quiet moment while my grandparents lived in Florence. They had moved, a couple of years back, down to Chianti, the wine region between Florence and Sienna, and bought a small vineyard to live out their retirement in.

"What is this place?" Isabella asked curiously as she stepped out of the car.

I shrugged as I got out on my side and kicked off my shoes. "I used to come here when I was younger and just wanted to leave the city for a while," I told her, pulling my socks off.

She looked around, taking in everything, and most likely trying to imagine me here. She barely even noticed that I was disrobing until I stood, tall and proud, in my boxer briefs.

"What are you doing?" she asked, looking amused, and I grinned at her as I strolled past her.

"I'm going for a swim," I informed her, wading through the ice-cold water. I held back a hiss, feeling my skin prickle and burn as it reacted to the temperature. I dove under the water, completely submerging myself in it and swam further out.

I gasped as I popped back up, and looked over to the bank where Isabella was standing, looking worried.

"You planning on joining me?" I called out, treading water.

She shook her head. "No way. It looks freezing."

I scoffed at her. "It's not that bad...unless you're too chicken."

Her eyes narrowed as I smirked at her. "I am not getting in there," she said stubbornly, and I shrugged.

"Okay. I mean it's understandable. You're obviously scared of a bit of cold water, but hey, who am I to judge," I goaded her.

She let out a growl, rising to the challenge that I gave her as she yanked off her jacket and tank top. I watched as she shimmied out of her shorts and pulled off her shoes before wading into the water, her arms wrapped around her stomach.

She didn't stop until she was right in front of me. "Happy?" she snarled, and I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her up against me.

I cocked my head to the side before dunking her under the water. She let out a shriek, her hands flailing as I laughed and moved back out of her reach.

She came up, spluttering and gasping, trying to push her limp hair out of her eyes. "Oh my god, you asshole!" she yelled as I continued swimming backwards.

"I couldn't help it," I defended myself as she advanced on me. She looked so cute when she was angry, and I couldn't stop laughing, even when she lunged at me, trying to push me under.

She was like an angry little kitten as she clawed at my back, trying to tug me backwards so that I would lose my footing. She growled when the only reaction she was managing to get out of me was laughter.

I froze when I felt her hand cup me through my boxers, part worried, part aroused, until she gripped my shoulder hard and shoved me under the water.

"The fuck!" I spluttered when I came up for air, pushing my hair back out of my eyes. Isabella cackled evilly at my shocked expression, a smug look seated happily on her face.

If only she knew...I thought to myself as I lunged for her, grasping her around the ankle, and pulling her closer to me. I grabbed her waist and lifting her up as she tried to twist and wiggle out of my grip. She screamed, begging me to have mercy as water splashed everywhere.

"Edward!" she screeched warningly as I let out a sinister laugh. I dove under the water, taking her with me. She struggled in my tight grip as I swam to the bottom of the river before using the muddy bed to push myself back to the surface.

She immediately wrapped her legs tightly around my waist as she gasped for breath, her plump tits heaving, the see through material of her lace bra revealing her hard nipples.

"You are so dead," she mumbled as her teeth chattered together. My chest rumbled with a chuckle as she clung onto me for dear life, and I moved toward the shallows.

"Don't be like that, Bellezza. I think we're even now," I crooned while she shivered in my arms. I stopped moving when the water hit my waist and spun to face away from the bank. I moved the wet strands of her hair out of the way as I lowered my lips to her cool ones.

She resisted me for a second, trying to hold on to her anger, before responding. She let out a sigh and looped her arms around my neck, pressing her body closer to mine as we kissed languidly, just enjoying the softness of each other's mouths.

Here, in the countryside of Florence, it felt like there was no rush, no race to try and win. Without all the constant distractions the city came with, I could fully concentrate on every little sensation that sparked in me as we touched.

She raked her hands through my hair, her nails scraping against my scalp in the process, and I groaned low in my throat. She pulled my bottom lip into her mouth, sucking and nipping at it, her hot breath filling my open mouth.

My hands snaked down to the firm, round globes of her ass, palming and cupping them over the fabric of her thin boyshorts as I tilted my head to the side, finally allowing her to deepen the kiss.

Her tongue traced over my lips, teasing me, before dipping into my mouth. For once, I let her have some semblance of control, happy to sit back and let her do the work while I basked in the feel of it.

Heat seemed to be slowly filling every vein in my body, building a warmth that moved down to my cock, making it stir in the confines of my boxers.

She whimpered against my lips, grinding her pussy against my stomach as I forced my lips against hers harder, pushing for more.

For a man used to getting what he wanted when he wanted it, patience was not a strong character trait of mine. The need clawed in my stomach as I pulled her body down so that my cock could nestle firmly between her legs.

"Feel what you do to me, Bellezza," I grunted, thrusting my cock against her. She moaned in response, her once cool skin hot as she rubbed herself wantonly over my cock in response. Her hands slipped from my hair to my face, cupping it in her hands as she tried to press her lips even harder against mine.

Teeth crashed together, tongues attacked each other viciously, all thoughts of calm and slow flying out of my mind. My hand, seemingly on its own accord, snuck up from her ass and yanked down the cups of her bra, freeing her supple tits and making them jiggle enticingly.

I palmed and fondled one, rolling her swollen nipple between my fingers as she writhed and whimpered in my arms. It was like she was a finely tuned instrument just waiting for me to pluck the right chords out of her with my fingers.

"Oh, Papi," she moaned, the words shooting straight to my engorged cock that was trying to break from my boxers.

I tore my lips away from hers, my mouth placing open-mouthed kisses along her jaw and neck as I slid my hand down to her boyshorts. I no longer bothered to restrain myself as I let my finger dip freely under the waistband, trailing them over her slick mound and into the hot cavern of her pussy.

Her hips bucked wildly, and her hands scrambled to find purchase on my body, her nails scraping at my skin in her effort.

"Papi, Papi, please!" she babbled, wiggling in my arms as I ducked my head down to nuzzle her plump tits.

"What do you want, Little One?" I asked lowly before taking her nipple into my mouth and rolling it around my tongue.

She whimpered, her head thrown back in pleasure, and her eyes slammed shut. Her lips parted as little pants escaped her, and her brow furrowed as she tried to break through the pleasure long enough to form a coherent sentence.

I passed my thumb lightly over her clit, and her mouth fell open in a silent scream.

"I need...I need...more. Please, Papi, give me more," she mumbled, and I acquiesced by pressing more firmly on her clit.

"Is this what you wanted?" I asked, rubbing circles around her clit.

She bit down hard on her bottom lip, her eyes still refusing to open as she shook her head. I raised an eyebrow, for once confused as to what she wanted from me, and pulled my mouth away from her tits.

"What do you want then?" I asked, feeling baffled.

She reached down between us and yanked my boxers down over my thighs, freeing my cock to the water. It throbbed as more blood filled it, and I groaned long and low as her small, hot hands wrapped around it.

"Yes," I hissed, removing my hands from her boyshorts long enough to tug the crotch of it aside, making room for me to slide into her. It was obvious to me now what she wanted, and I couldn't help but feel grateful for that when she gave me a few, quick pumps.

"Uhmmm, do you want my cock, Bellezza? Do you want Papi to fill your needy pussy with his thick, hard cock?" I breathed into her ear, making her shiver.

She nodded, her movements almost frantic as she guided me toward her pussy.

I gripped her fleshy hips tightly in my hands as she placed the tip between her folds, lining me up with her entrance. I shifted my stance slightly, pushing forward and letting the swollen head slip inside her.

She writhed in my arms, trying to get me to slide all the way inside, but unable to do so with how firmly I grasped onto her hips. I waited a bit longer before slamming my hips flush into hers with one, powerful thrust.

She froze, a gasp drifting away along the river as her nails dug into the skin of my biceps. I couldn't blame her for her reaction because, fuck, every time I was inside her, buried to the hilt, it felt like Christmas had just come around early, the hot summer weather be damned.

Just the feel of her pussy constricting around me, like a Boa Constrictor would around its prey, had me panting and wanting to let go there and then.

I wouldn't lie and say that I had not had my fair share of pussy over the years, but somehow, compared to Isabella's, they all seemed so bland. Maybe it was because one well-placed word would have her flooding her panties unapologetically, or maybe it was because my mind saw her acceptance of me as an aphrodisiac, making being inside her that much better.

I really didn't know, and honestly, I had stopped caring about that a long time ago. I mean, how could I care when every inch of me was surrounded by soft, slick, hot walls?

I pulled back slowly, letting her feel all of me retract until only the tip was inside her before thrusting back in. She clung to me as I pulled her hips into me so that our pelvises ground together, her clit brushing against my skin with each pass.

She buried her head in my neck, her moans low and keening as I moved within her, giving her what she wanted. Her feet dug hard into my ass as she gave herself leverage to move with me.

I barely registered the water skimming past my skin, the coolness of it a thought in the back of my mind as I focused solely on the girl in my arms.

Her hands wound their way back into my hair as she tilted her head to the side, angling my face to meet her lips. Our lips met in a series of open-mouthed kisses, our skin brushing against the other's softly as we breathed and panted in each other's mouths.

Five months ago, I would have never thought that having something like this would be possible. To have Isabella for myself, living with me as my little girl, and travelling with me to Italy was something that I hadn't even been able to begin contemplating.

But now, I could see our future start to form right in front of my eyes. She belonged here with me, wherever I went, I wanted her by my side. I didn't care about her past because that was what it simply was, her past. Everyone had one, and if she hadn't been a call girl, the chances of me meeting her would have been slim to none.

She did things to me that no other woman had been able to accomplish, but I wasn't about to give some bullshit answer about being in love with her because as far as I knew, I wasn't. My time in D.C. had put a lot of things in perspective for me, and I knew that while I still had a long way to go, I was slowly falling for her.

There was nothing I could do about it because it was something already set in motion, and I had only just bothered to take a look around and notice it. I've heard so many people talk about how love is an action that turns into a feeling; like you actually consciously think 'I'm going to fall in love.'

Its bullshit, bona fida bullshit. I didn't ask to fall in love, hell, I didn't even notice I was falling until the truth stared me right in the face. I wouldn't have even considered bringing her to Italy with me if I did not have feelings that surpassed just casual fucking.

She lived with me, for fucks sake. She shared my space with me, so how I thought that I could remain at any sort of distance is unbelievable.

I had been so sure that she wasn't ready to hear my thoughts before she left, but now, my mind seemed to think that it was fear of rejection that was holding me back. Isabella was a strong, capable woman who was entitled to know of the shift in my feelings.

I was clearly underestimating her just to protect myself, and I needed to know-before I invested too much of myself into her-if she could see this going beyond what we currently had. Not that what we currently had was unsatisfying in any shape or form. I would have to be a complete idiot to think like that.

I just wasn't sure for how long I could keep denying myself what I wanted. Having her here, in my arms, my cock buried deep inside of her, my brain hyper-aware of every little sensation, made me realize that maybe she needed to hear my thoughts. Maybe she needed to know how I was feeling before she could let go of everything and fall carelessly into me.

I just needed to be strong enough to tell her without expecting anything from her in return. I had to give selflessly without fearing the rushing waves of rejection. I was a man and fuck if I was going to let a little bit of insecurity hold me back.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained, I reminded myself , since it seemed to be my motto as of late.

I ran my tongue over her jaw, licking up a rivulet of water while she squirmed, her walls spasming around me.

"Are you close, Little One?" I asked, knowing full well that she was. The way her clit kept on hitting my pelvis had assured that. She whimpered, nodding vigorously, loving the way I spoke to her. If there was anything that she loved more than a good fucking, it was me whispering dirty things in her ear.

"Is that sweet little pussy of yours going to milk Papi's cock?" I asked, my lips at her ear, breathing hot air all over it, causing her to shiver.

"Please, Papi, your little girl wants to milk up all that you give her. Your little girl wants to cum all over your cock," she pleaded, the words shooting straight down to my cock just like she wanted them to.

"Such a dirty little slut," I murmured. "Do you want Papi's cum, Bellezza? Are you begging for it?"

She nodded. "Please."

I groaned, feeling my balls tighten. "Touch me," I ordered. Her hands immediately started running over my chest, brushing across the sparse hair as she ventured lower, until her hand disappeared in the water.

There was no way I could hold back the loud groan that escaped as she cupped my balls in her hand and started massaging them. My rhythm faltered slightly before I picked it up again, only this time it was unrestrained and forceful.

How, every time we were together, she managed to get me to lose control was something that left me in awe. This need, this craving that she set alight every time I was inside her was something that I never wanted to give up.

I gripped her ass in both hands as I slammed into her as hard as I could. Her thighs squeezed my hips, and her breathing stuttered before cutting off completely as she clenched down hard around me.

I threw my head back, trying to swallow back a snarl as my hips bucked wildly, my own orgasm nearing.

"Oh, Papi, oh, Papi," she chanted, bringing her wet hands up to hold onto my shoulders as tremors wracked through her body. She closed her eyes tightly as she bit down hard on her bottom lip to contain the moans and screams I knew were bubbling up in her throat.

"Let me hear you, Bellezza," I commanded, giving one last thrust before letting go.

The sense of freedom and happiness that hit me almost blindsided me with its intensity. Everything seemed so clear for a moment as shivers jolted down my back, one after the other.

The noises I was making were animalistic at best, but in that moment I knew who I was, where I was going, and what I was going to do.

It was almost therapeutic how much of myself I had emptied with my release.

It was like it had finally hit me that for one whole fucking month I could be me. Unapologetically and irrevocably me.

And fuck me if there was a better feeling than that.