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The sensation of something moving inside me disappears all traces of sleepiness in me.
I open my eyes and after seeing the face of the man in front of me with his body embracing me I realize it is the best image I could get in the middle of the morning.
Gérard stares at me, and as I place my leg over his I soon feel again the intrusion of his member in my intimate part, reminding me of the exquisite moments we had yesterday.
Without hurry or haste, he rams me with his phallus again and again, while my gaze stays connected with the beautiful blue of his, and his eyes are also lost in mine. His hand clings to my waist and then descends to my thigh.
Our breaths mingle and mine becomes ragged as he begins to increase the speed and intensity with which he penetrates me, making me enjoy this moment.
I moan louder and louder as I feel my vaginal walls contract around him. And noticing this, he again decreases the fierceness of his intrusions making us enjoy each other until the second we both cum at the same time.
Everything around us stops and my thoughts gather around him. I detail every fraction of his being to record it very well in my memory.
I am so obsessed, ingrained and in love with this man, I don't know what would happen if I were to lose him again. I could not resist not being with Gérard.
It's clearer to me than ever that if it's not him, it's no one.
In that thorough scan of his body, my sight falls on his chest.
"Why did you do it?," I ask, touching his tattoo.
"It was the only thing I could do to have you with me in a certain way."
I detail the tattoo like never before and admire every detail that makes it up. It's almost like a black and white photograph of my gaze on his chest. It is beautiful.
I continue looking at the other tattoos he has, and I notice a specific one on the right side of his chest. It's a name.
"Vittoria," I say out loud.
"It's my daughter's name," he clarifies for me.
Vittoria Durand.
For some strange reason, my heart shrinks at the knowledge. I guess that wound is not completely healed yet.
"I want you to meet her," he says with a smile, making me a little uncomfortable at his wish.
The truth is, I don't know if I'm ready to do that yet. I barely saw her that day and I felt something very unpleasant.
I understand perfectly well that the baby is not to blame for what happened, but it is very difficult for me, because she is the living memory of something that made me suffer too much.
"I won't push you to do it," she says as if she's reading my thoughts. "But they're both part of my life, and it's inevitable that it's going to happen."
"I know, I'll be your daughter's stepmother," I express with derision.
"You're already my daughter's stepmother," he corrects me.
"Hopefully and I don't look like Cinderella's," I say with a grimace, making him deny it.
Next, he takes my left hand and looks at it in detail, fixing his eyes on my ring finger.
"Do you have the ring I gave you?"
"No, I sold it."
"What the hell?," he questions with a frown.
"I needed the money, and.... well, at the time it didn't do me any good to have it."
"Are you fucking with me, Juliette?," he inquires coming out of me. "Tell me the truth."
He looks at me very seriously. I stare at him but I can't hold back my laughter for long, and I burst out laughing at the look on his face.
the laughter for long, and I let out a laugh at the look on his face.
"I left it in Boston," I confess with a chuckle. "But I still have it."
No matter what happened, I would have been unable to part with the ring. It has a special meaning for me.
"You're crazy," Gérard snorts, squinting. "Let's go take a shower."
He stands, extending a hand for me to join him.
"You go first," I say, reveling in the full-body view he regales me with.
"Come on," he says again, taking my hand to stand next to him.
"But we'll just bathe," I emphasize.
"You won't feel the same way in a while," he retorts, surprising me by spanking my ass.
Finally, we both end up
showering together amidst touching on his part that prevented me from
from going any further.
He really wants to make up for those two years without sex. And although I don't mind helping him, but after yesterday and today I need to recover my energy, while he has his battery at 100%.
"I'm really hungry," I say as we walk out to the backyard dining room, where Lena has dropped off breakfast for us.
"Didn't you fill up earlier," I hear him say.
I squint at his words. I can't believe how perverted he is.
Gérard sits down in one of the chairs at the table, and I end up sitting on his lap at his request. We both enjoy the exquisite breakfast together, and we have such a good time without any arguments or intrusions that it's even strange to me.
I can count on one hand the number of times Gérard and I have been so relaxed or without any problems getting in between us. It's hard to believe how well we are getting along after so much time.
"Having you here with me strengthens my little interest in going back to the city," Gérard says after taking a sip of his drink.
"Do you want to stay in this place?"
"And I'd like you to move here with me," he confesses. "Without anyone bothering us or sticking their noses in our business."
"And what about your daughter?" I ask.
"That's what's stopping me from making that decision," he says with some frustration. "I can't take her away from her mother, and I don't want to be far away and give up on her."
"Besides, both of us have our jobs there."
No matter how wonderful it is to be here, both of us have important things in Florence. It's not that easy. Nothing can be so simple.
"Speaking of that, haven't you been fired for disappearing out of nowhere?" he asks mockingly.
Damn, he 's right.
"I have to talk to Isabella," I remember, standing up.
"What's wrong?" he asks, seeing me so worried.
"I forgot to talk to my friends yesterday; I have to let them know that I'm okay."
I hurry to the room, and upon arriving, I quickly pick up my phone from the nightstand to get in touch.
When I open it, I see hundreds of missed calls and another hundred messages from all over the world. Damn.
I enter Isabella's chat and read each one of the texts she sent. There are dozens of messages asking where I am, what happened, why I'm not answering, what's wrong with me, etc.
She also lets me know that she's very worried, and that my mother is in the city...
What!? My mom is in the city?
Oh my God.