I looked out the window and thought about my other home in Lake Garda. Spring had arrived, so the snow was starting to melt. Tourists and adventurers would start to enjoy the lake soon. My place was still pretty isolated because of the way it was on the mountain, and I missed that peace and quiet.
I would ask Vanessa if we could go there soon since we didn’t have to keep up a façade anymore.
A few minutes later, she arrived at my open door and tapped her knuckles against the hard wood. “Can I come in?”
I looked up from my drink, taking in the sight of her in my t-shirt with her hair pulled up in a messy bun. There was a spot of yellow paint on her cheek, contrasting against her dark Tuscan skin. Her arms were wrapped around her waist, and her ankles were crossed. She was barefoot, and the sight of her made me think of the nights when her feet were pressed against my bare chest. “Yes. And don’t ask that again.”
The corner of her mouth rose in a slight smile before she stepped inside. “I can barge in here whenever I want?”
“Always.”
She moved behind me then placed her hands on my shoulders. Her fingers rubbed into my bare skin, and she massaged me the way I liked, her fingers working hard to dig as deep as possible. I liked massages that were deep and rough, penetrating the thick muscle of my frame.
I closed my eyes as I enjoyed it, loving the fact that my woman knew exactly how I liked to be touched.
When she finished, she ran her hands down my chest to my stomach. “Working hard?”
“Drinking hard.”
She hooked her arm around my neck as she walked around my chair then sat in my lap. “Is that what you do all day?”
“Among other things.” My arm wrapped around her waist so she wouldn’t fall over, and my other hand migrated up her smooth legs. I loved every part of her body, but I particularly loved her legs. So long and toned, they felt amazing wrapped around my waist.
“Such as?”
“Work, sometimes.”
“And?”
“Thinking about you. But I do that everywhere, not just in here.” My hand moved up her thigh and underneath her shirt. “How’s the painting going?”
“It’s okay…”
I detected the sadness in her voice. “Having a hard time?”
“I guess I’m just distracted…”
I knew exactly what she was distracted by. “Don’t let it bother you.”
“Kinda hard to do.”
I moved my face into her neck and pressed kisses along her skin. My lips paused when I felt her artery, felt her powerful pulse. Her smell washed over me, so feminine and sexy. I could get lost in this woman at any time. I squeezed her thigh and pictured her ass in the air as I fucked her from behind. I could stare at her asshole all day. I enjoyed making love to her, but I also enjoyed fucking her like we were just a man and a woman.
She turned her head and pressed her face into my shoulder, her knees moving to her chest.
I wrapped both of my arms around her, cradling her in my protection. “I said don’t let it bother you.”
“Hard not to.”
I wanted to tell her everything would be alright, but since I wouldn’t lie to her, I couldn’t say that. We both knew there was a strong chance this would end badly. There was a good probability she would leave me when her parents refused to accept me. I would go back to my empty life, and she would try to forget about the first man she ever loved.
But right now, we were still together. That was what we needed to focus on.
She pulled her face away from my neck and looked at me head on, her lids heavy with sadness. Her fingertips moved into the back of my hair as she looked at me. “Make love to me…that’s the only thing that makes me feel better.”
I rubbed my nose against hers, my eyes softening at her request. My lips brushed against hers, but I didn’t kiss her, purposely teasing her. I loved listening to my woman ask me to be with her, so even if it wasn’t exactly what I wanted, I wouldn’t deny her request. I was the kind of man who would always give my woman what she wanted. “Alright.”
Vanessa rested her head on my thigh while we watched TV on the couch. She’d fallen asleep, her hair stretching across my knee. She was tucked underneath a blanket, and her lips were slightly parted as she slept.
I stared at her more than the screen.
My arm rested directly underneath her tits, feeling her breathe in and out slowly. She was so much smaller than I was that sometimes I wondered if my arm was enough to crush her.