“Sì.”
I lifted myself from her, stood, and walked over to where my bag sat on the floor. I reached inside and pulled out a foil packet. I ripped it open with my teeth and sheathed myself.
“Next time, I want to do that.”
I had to grab myself to keep from coming. “You’re killing me, you know that?”
She held her hand out to me, and I got back on the bed and settled my body between her still-spread legs. “I’ve wanted you like this for so long. Pia, I…”
“Shh.” She put her fingertips on my lips. “This is right, Mylos. You and I were meant to do this.”
I entered her slowly, gently, keeping my eyes glued to hers.
“More.”
I pushed a little farther in until I felt like I couldn’t go any deeper. Pia reached around and put her hands on the cheeks of my ass. “Now, Mylos,” she said before she pulled me against her at the same time she thrust her body toward mine. When she cried out, I wanted to stop, but she wouldn’t let me.
Our bodies took on a rhythm I had as little control over as I did the release I knew was only moments away. I stilled and our eyes met.
“Now, Mylos.”
As I began to move again, her fingernails dug into my flesh. My jaw flexed and I thrust once, twice, and with the third, she cried out in the same way she had when I touched her with my tongue.
I would never forget the look on her face or the way her eyes bored into mine. There were no truer words spoken than what she’d said only a few minutes ago. She and I were meant to do this. No one else, nothing, could be as perfect as this was.
With my gaze affixed to hers, I began to thrust again. Pia rocked her body against mine, and I came apart just like she had.
6
Pia
Mylos and I had three beautiful days together before I had to take him back to the airport. I tried not to cry as he was leaving, but I couldn’t stop myself.
“Shh…” he murmured. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
I nodded through my tears, praying harder than I ever had for God to keep him safe.
I watched him walk away and lingered even after I couldn’t see him anymore. Finally, after I knew his plane had taken off, I walked out of the airport and over to the parking structure where I’d left my car when he first arrived, knowing I wouldn’t be able to keep my mind on driving.
Before I pulled out of the space, my cell phone rang. I looked at the screen and saw it was someone calling from a Valentini cell phone number.
“Sì?”
“Pia, there’s been an accident. We need you to come home.” Georgio’s voice sounded strained to the point of breaking.
“What’s happened, Georgio?”
“It’s your father.”
I crossed myself. “Santa Madre di Dio.”
“He’s very badly injured.”
“Where is he?”
“Ospedale Di Montepulciano.”
“I’ll be there as quickly as I can be.”