Judging by the increased pressure of her lips on his cock, she seemed to enjoy the experience.
Kissing her way up his torso, she pressed the blue plastic container of mints on his chest. “Your turn.”
Sliding lower and lower along her body, he nipped on the smooth curve of her belly and rubbed his cheek on the sensitive skin of her side. His stubble evoked a sweet sigh. He tucked his fingers inside the elastic band of her panties, snapped them against her skin to make her yelp, and tugged them down her hips. She grabbed the corners of the pillow underneath her head and raised her pelvis. In one fluid motion, he took off her
undergarment and tossed it over his shoulder. She cried at their swift removal, but given her lust, he decided to forgo the sweet torture.
He sat on his heels and shimmied down the bed on his knees, planting kisses around the triangle of her trimmed hair. After kissing the small, round mole on the inside of her thigh, he popped a mint strip on his tongue, moved up her leg and settled between her folds. In an instant, her body danced to the rhythm of his tongue, cavorting, and his mouth sucking. Her female scent intoxicated his head and stiffened him. Giving her a break when her body trembled, he blew on her moist, heated skin, evoking spasms. She was seconds from climaxing, though he wanted to prolong her yearning.
Already, he was hard again and craving her.
Kissing his way up to her torso, he pushed her knees wider apart and slid his stiffened cock inside her heat. Meeting him thrust for thrust, she writhed and bucked against him. They rocked, his fingers grasping her shoulders, keeping her firmly in place while he plunged deep inside her.
“I’m coming, Dario,” she cried, her voice strained.
A second, stronger orgasm hurled through his pelvis and claimed his body. Euphoria rushed through him, making him toss his head back as waves of release pulsated inside.
Their sweaty bodies lay tangled, motionless while they gasped for breath like marathon runners who just crossed over the finish line. He planted soft kisses on her neck and jawline, coaxing a deep, throaty laughter from her.
“Sweet mother,” he said, rolling off her. “Where or how did you discover that neat trick with a mouth strip?”
She glided her hand over his torso. “Girls talk and I listened.”
Her bite on her lower lip indicated she had more to tell. He kissed her brow, chuckling. “You were always a good listener. What else did you learn?”
She uttered a long, deep moan, drawing the tip of her finger around his nipple. “Many things, you’ll find out soon.”
“How soon?” Propping his head on his bent elbow, he waited for her to elaborate. Instead, she yawned and regarded him with a smile.
He expelled a frustrated breath. “During our years apart…you must’ve had…you know… the urge for sex.”
“Of course I did, silly. For your loving and no one else’s. So I got creative…and perfected the game. I’ll show you.” She flung her long legs over the bed’s edge and got on her feet. For a few moments, she rummaged through her suitcase and pulled out a small cosmetic bag. Crawling on all fours over the mattress, she re- joined him.
“What’s in there?” Curiosity stirred inside him, but by her slight blush, he guessed what treasures hid inside.
“This is my naughty bag, for my toys.”
He reached for the pouch, but she grabbed his wrist and placed his hand on his lap. “God, you’re impatient tonight.”
He flicked his eyebrows and nodded at the bag. “Let’s see.”
She unzipped the small case but didn’t open it. “Promise you won’t laugh.”
Leaning closer, he cupped her neck and whispered, “You have my word.”
“See for yourself. I stayed true to you.” She passed the bag to him.
“I never doubted you.” He sat straight and peeked inside. His eyes widened at the sight of several dildos of different size and shape. Why did this surprise him? Must be that he couldn’t picture her venturing inside an adult shop, let alone purchasing these things, but she had changed from the shy girl. He must’ve been staring at the pleasure toys for a tad too long. Irena’s snickering pulled him back. “So, do you have a favorite?”
She blushed deeper but pulled out a mid-sized, slightly curved vibrator. “This one.”
He arched an eyebrow. “Why?”
“Um…I…well it hits my g-spot with every thrust.
Just like yours.” She pointed at his pelvis.
He blinked a couple of times, but then burst out laughing. Her scornful expression made him stop, but laughter still rumbled in his chest. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it. This is a great collection. Do I get to use some of this on you?”
“I hoped you would ask that.” She leaned against him and stroked his arm. “There are things we both can use during lovemaking.”
He pulled out a small u-shaped device. “And what’s this?”
“Dual stimulator.” At his arched eyebrow, she continued, “It stimulates g-spot and clit together, a wicked little toy with remote control and several different vibration settings.” Her sudden casual tone surprised him. The blush from her face had gone too.
She grabbed the bag from him and zipped it, then scrambled out of bed and returned the pouch to her suitcase. “We can play with it some other time.” Picking up her crumpled clothes off the floor, she tossed his boxers at him. “Throw something on. I hear Ella’s footsteps on the stairs.”
“I don’t hear anything.” He scrambled into his briefs and pulled on his track pants and a t-shirt, just in case. Tenderness tickled his insides with her confession. “Perhaps I spoiled you, knowing exactly what you need to make you wet and wild.”
Irena chuckled and disappeared into the en-suite bathroom, then closed the door.
A second later, a soft knock and Ella’s voice resonated behind the bedroom door. “Can I come in?”
“Ah, give me a second.” He straightened the bedcovers in haste. The piquant smell of the arousal still hung in the air. Would a thirteen-year-old girl suspect what had happened here if she saw tangled sheets? He hoped not, but better to play it safe.
In two long strides, he approached the door and opened it. “Sorry honey, I hope we didn’t wake you.”
“No, Dad. This did.” She waved her hand, holding his cell phone. “You left it on the coffee table. Must’ve rung for a while before I heard it. It’s Grandma Novak. She’s crying and I can’t understand what she’s saying. Where’s Mom? I think she’d better get this.”
“She’s in the bathroom.” He took the phone from Ella, who seemed uncertain what to do with it. Before he could knock, the on-suite door opened a crack and Irena reached her hand through. Her fingers brushed against his as he placed the cell in her palm. The sound of the running water from the sink faucet replaced the buzzing of the toothbrush.
The door closed and he turned to Ella. “Sorry, I never expected your grandma to call at this hour.” He glanced at the clock on the nightstand. The red, digital numbers flashed 2:45. Wow, their lovemaking session lasted that long, but then again, he’d lost track of time after Irena’s suggestion. Suddenly, tiredness claimed his mind and body and he covered a yawn.
“Do you think my grandma is calling about Grandpa?” Ella wrung the hem of her t-shirt and took a step closer, fear in her wide eyes. “It was bad when Fred’s parents died. He held one of his all-nighters. On those two occasions, the parties lasted several nights. Each day Mom and I would clean the house and every night Fred’s friends would trash the place.” She scowled as if she was seeing the messy house in front of her. “Drunken people passed out naked all over the floor and around the pool. We had to clean their puke, collect empty booze bottles and crushed beer cans, and used con…um.” Her breath hitched. “Condoms,” she whispered.
Damn Fred, he’d pay for forcing Ella and Irena to live as his maids. He, of all people, could’ve afforded to hire a few full-time servants. Dario hugged his daughter and she wrapped her arms around him. “Don’t worry, love. If grandpa Novak passed away, there’ll be no parties.”
The man’s death deserved a celebration, but Dario would put a solemn appearance for Irena’s and Ella’s sake. Only, how would they take the news? Ella barely knew her maternal grandfather and from what she’d volunteered there’d be no love lost. And Irena…? Her feelings must be as confused as hell.
The bathroom door opened fully and Irena emerged dressed in her casual, beige pajamas. Though the top was low cut, lace encircling her bosom. His cell still pressed to her ear, she shifted through her neatly folded things in her luggage. Dario arched one eyebrow. Why hadn’t she unpacked yet? He’d given her half of his closet and she still lived as if she’d have to scamper. His previous dates had brought in their belongings on their second date and attempted to redecorate his bachelor pad, but Irena wouldn’t take the space he’d freed for her. Perhaps she got used to living out of her suitcase.
“Mom,” Irena’s snapped. “I said I’ll come over, no matter the time of the night…fine, so you have your sister with you, but wouldn’t you want your daughter and your granddaughter there?” She pulled a black skirt out of the luggage and held it in her outstretched arms, clicked her tongue and shook her head. “As you wish, but don’t change your story later and complain to anyone who wants to listen, saying I didn’t want to be with you. Okay…fine…Mom…just get the details of the funeral and we’ll see you at the cemetery.”
She huffed, tapping the end talk button. In a slow motion, she lowered to the mattress. “That’s it, he’s gone.” She drew in a long breath and shook her head. “Even now, my mother doesn’t want me near.” Her chin trembled and she turned to him, her eyes wide and shiny. “Why?”
He joined her on the bed and pulled her into his embrace. “She’ll take the answer to that question to her grave. If you wish, I’ll drive you to her apartment, but I hope you’d rather stay here.”
Ella kneeled on the floor in front of her mother.
“What can I do to help, Mom? I don’t know what to say, but I don’t want to go to Grandma’s.”
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Irena whispered, smoothing Ella’s hair. “Just a thought of my parents’ place churns my stomach. No, I don’t wish to go there. We’ll face her at the funeral and we must be civil no matter how rude she turns, and she’ll turn unpleasant, don’t doubt that.”
Dario leaned and pulled Ella closer to him. These were his girls and it was up to him to give them comfort in their time of need. “I must admit, words left me. I should be sorry for your loss, but…”
“I should be sorry too, and I believed when the time came I would be, but I feel nothing.” Irena stared at the space, still smoothing Ella’s hair. “People say grief doesn’t always hit you right away. I don’t think it ever will.”
Dario gave her shoulder a light squeeze. “Are you okay?”
She nodded fast. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
“I can see you’re not.” He kissed her cheek and her trembling eased. “You’re strong, but sometimes even the strongest people need comforting. It’s okay to show weakness.”
“You’re right, I’m not okay. I’m angry at myself for not being able to feel a thing. They say there’s something good in everyone. I’d beg to differ. My mother wasn’t better. As long as he beat me and left her alone, she didn’t care. She should’ve taken me away from him, but she was always on his side, no matter what he did.”
“Don’t fret over that. It’s past.” Dario rubbed the back of Irena’s neck, hoping to ease the stiffness. How
could a man raise his hand at his own child? And for the mother not to protect her baby with her own life, he would never understand.
“It still hurts.” Irena’s heavy whisper sliced his chest.
“And it will continue to hurt until you let it go.” He stared at her unmoving form, hoping his words were sinking in, then nudged her with his elbow. “Maybe we can salvage what’s left of what was a beautiful night and get some rest. Tomorrow we’ll deal with everything that is in store.”
“Do I have to sleep alone?” Ella turned to him, pleading in her eyes. “I don’t want to be alone tonight.” “No one is going to hurt you, honey. You don’t have to be alone, this bed is big enough. I can crash on the floor or on the couch. Mom and you can sleep together.” He’d hoped to snuggle up with Irena after such a great sex, but his daughter’s fear had him give
up the comfort of his bed and warmth of Irena’s body. “No, don’t be silly.” Irena squeezed his hand. “The
three of us can share the bed. It’ll be tight, but tonight I need you all close. I’ll be the monkey in the middle.”
He stared at Irena then at Ella. Once or twice he’d woken up between two girls after a wild party, but that had been a whole different ballgame. Would he be able to keep his hands off Irena with Ella sleeping in the same bed? Oh, grow up, man. You have thirteen years of fathering to make up to Ella. “Are you sure about this?”
“Positive. Come, the night’s wasting and I’m tired.” Irena stepped away from him and flipped the bedcovers. “I’d sleep better knowing I have you both close.”
“If it’ll make you feel better.” Dario took one end of the bed, fluffed the pillow and turned off the light on the nightstand.
The mattress sank even farther when Ella climbed into the bed. A moment later tug on the cover indicated she had settled in. “Goodnight everyone.”
“Goodnight, honey.” He cleared his throat, tucking one arm under the pillow and searched for the appropriate place for his other. Irena grabbed his wrist and draped his arm around her waist.
A thought occupied his mind, but he hesitated to ask. He shouldn’t discredit his gut instinct. His body picked up bad vibes, telling him something could go wrong with the situation. “Do you think Fred will attend your father’s funeral?”
Irena inhaled and snuggled closer to him. “My dad was his father-in-law after all, even if he couldn’t stand him, but that’s not the reason for his attendance. He counts on the fact that we’ll be there and he won’t come alone.”