DANTE MANCINI—SEPTEMBER
WITH NAOMI'S FINGERS INTERTWINED with mine, I pulled her out of the club swiftly, ready to continue what we had started. Naomi was undeniably sexy to me at all times, but seeing her in tonight's outfit and the confidence that she was exuding made her that much more desirable to me. The control she had over herself and how people perceived her each and every day was attractive to me, while the way she also submitted to me in bed was just as appealing.
As soon as we reached the car, I had her pressed against the passenger side door, captured in a passionate kiss while my hands uninhibitedly roamed her beautiful body. With my hand on her neck, she moaned into the kiss before pulling away abruptly as a few people exited the crowded club.
"We can't do this here. Let's go back to the house," she spoke worriedly, her eyes wide as she frantically took in our surroundings.
As much as I wanted to decline and continue despite what anyone might think, I complied and opened the door for her to get in. Little did she know, I didn't plan on us waiting to get started when we got back to the house.
She was silent as I started the car and pulled out of the parking lot and onto one of the dimly lit roads that led back to our rental. As I drove, I placed my hand on her thigh, softly rubbing circles with my thumb as I felt her body tense for a second. I glanced at her out of the side of my eye to see her chest rising and falling swiftly as she stared down at my hand that was slowly inching farther upwards.
Once she spread her legs wider for me to keep going, I abruptly pulled away and wanted to chuckle when she let out a disgruntled groan.
"What'd you do that for!?"
"Take off your panties," I demanded instead, not responding to her inquiry.
When she didn't respond, I glanced over at her to see that she was opening her mouth to comment. With one raised eyebrows, I had her mouth shut yet again as she rushed to do as I said.
I multitasked between paying attention to the road ahead of me and watching as she pulled a lacy, black thong down her legs. Once it was off, she dropped it to the ground and looked over at me, patiently waiting for more direction.
"Spread your legs, sweetheart."
She bit down on her bottom lip and did as I said, keeping a close eye on my hand that was now back on her thigh and creeping towards her core. I could tell that she wanted me to go faster, wanted me to stop teasing her—and that only encouraged me to do it even more.
Finally, when I decided she had had enough teasing, my middle finger traced her slit and she let out a hitched breath. I did this a few time, relishing in the way her body shivered under my touch while I simultaneously focused on the road ahead of us.
Two of my fingers slipped into her, causing Naomi to let out a gasp followed by a low moan as I moved into her slowly, curling my fingers. When she reached out to grab my wrist out of pure pleasure, I sent her a warning glance and watched as she pulled it back to her side.
I continued for a while, relishing in the sound of her low and occasional moans, but I was ready to speed up. "Put your feet up on the dashboard, sweetheart."
She hesitated, but did so nonetheless, throwing her head back and letting her back arch off the seat when I went even faster.
"Dante, fuck," she moaned out, her eyes pressed shut tightly as she bit down on her bottom lip. "Keep going."
I did the exact opposite of what she had asked, instead removing my fingers and instead rubbing circles over her clit that had her back arching off the seat yet again. When she looked over at me with those hazelnut hued eyes filled with nothing but lust and desire, I felt myself harden in my pants and was more than glad we were only a few streets away from the house.
"Oh my gosh," she moaned as I felt her tighten around my fingers once they slid back in, close to reaching her climax.
Before she could get there, I pulled into the driveway and removed my fingers despite her protesting. When the car was off, I didn't hesitate to press my lips back to hers as I leaned over the console, giving her something despite not letting her reach her climax.
When we had had enough, we stumbled into the house practically tied to one another's hip, glad that Lauren and Khalil hadn't come back yet. As we entered the living room, I felt as she leaned up and pressed kisses to my neck as she pulled me down onto the couch with her. I gently pushed her down so that her back was rested against the cushions as I hovered over her, relentlessly letting my hands roam her body that was on display for me.
She smiled against my lips when my hand settled on her breast, softly massaging it in my hand before doing the same with the other. In turn, I felt her rub me over my pants, making me notice that I was harder than I had thought.
"Dante...I need you," she whispered against my lips when I had pulled away from her, our foreheads pressed to one another's.
"Patience is a virtue," I reminded her, using her own phrase against her. When she rolled her eyes in protest and scoffed, I brought my hand up to her neck and squeezed. "Don't forget how this works, Naomi. That attitude of yours isn't going to work."
She bit down on her bottom lip to hide a smile, but complied nonetheless when she replied with, "Okay. I'm sorry."
With my lips back on hers, I didn't hesitate to instead focus on pulling her skirt down her legs, her panties already long gone. In turn, she unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it down my arms slowly before dropping it to the floor beside us. My kisses then trailed down to her chest, covering her cleavage that was practically bursting out of the revealing top she had worn.
We both stripped out of our clothes and she didn't hesitate to reach out and grab my length, stroking me a bit before licking up my entire shaft. When she wrapped her lips around me and didn't hesitate to take it all, I couldn't help but to let out a deep groan.
"You like that?" She questioned with a smirk once she pulled back.
Instead of responding, I simply grabbed the back of her head and pushed her back down, holding her there until she gagged. She stared up at me as I thrust into her mouth, throwing my head back and groaning as she sucked.
"Just like that, Naomi," I encouraged her as she stared up into my eyes, letting me take complete control.
As soon as I pulled out of her mouth, I had her thrown back against the couch and was back to hovering over her. As best as I could, I pushed last night's conversation out of my mind, but I couldn't help but to wonder what Naomi was thinking about in this moment? Was her past on her mind? Was she troubled by the memories?
She answered my questions when she pulled me down to her lips as she stroked me and inched me closer to her entrance.
"You just don't listen, do you?" I chuckled, my hand back on her neck and tightening, which only made her buck her hips.
"I just need you."
I didn't hesitate to slam into her, watching with pleasure as she gasped and arched her back severely off the couch.
"Fuck," she moaned out as I began pounding into her relentlessly, going hard but not fast—just how she liked it. "You feel so good."
When she reached out to grab onto my forearms, I instead took her wrists in my hand and pinned them to the arm wrest of the couch. This had her grinning in between her loud moans.
"Fuck, you're so tight," I whispered against her lips when I had slowed done, our faces yet again just mere centimeters away.
As much as I wanted to be my normal, rough self with her tonight, the intense look in her eyes and the weird way I was feeling had me taking my time—savoring it. And she seemed to he doing the same.
"Right there," she cried out as I repeatedly hit the same spot—her sweet spot—and watched as she crumbled below me, shaking and twitching.
"I like making you feel that way," I told her, watching as the brightest smile grew on that gorgeous face of hers. "Get on your stomach."
She didn't hesitate to do as I had said, getting on her stomach as I teasingly slid myself along her entrance. I could tell she was getting antsy with the way she kept bucking her hips and glancing back at me, but she didn't dear say a word. She was learning well.
Finally, I slid into her and we simultaneously let out identical groans before I was once again fucking her hard, but not at too fast of a pace.
"You take my dick so well," I spoke into her ear when I leaned down to grab onto her neck, my front pressed against the curve of her back.
"Keep going...just like that."
We continued going and I eventually made her reach yet another climax as she made me reach mine. As soon as I felt it building, I pulled out and she took me back into her mouth, sucking until I finished down her throat.
I gently massaged her wrists from where I had been pinning them down as she caught her breath and leaned her head against my shoulder.
"We can't do that again without protection," she reminded me when I began to pick our clothes up off the floor.
I nodded, not wanting to disagree. Although we had both been tested—and weren't sleeping with anyone else as far as I knew—and she was on birth control, she still wanted to be extra cautious and I would do nothing but respect that. For both of us.
"Come on, let's get you cleaned up."
***
LYING IN BED THAT night with Naomi fast asleep in my arms, I was the most content I had been in what felt like my whole life. She seemed to bring this light to my life that couldn't be dimmed no matter what she did or the stance of our relationship.
While she found it easily to fall asleep, I was awake troubled by the thought of whether or not I should call my mother back. I knew she was calling due to my birthday being the next day, but I honestly didn't know if I was ready to speak to her again. And yet I still had the smallest desire to do so.
Finally, after checking the time, I gently moved Naomi over so that she was lying on a pillow—still fast asleep—before heading outside to call my mother back.
I clicked the unsaved number, my finger hovering over that glowing green button as I felt my heart begin to beat rapidly in my chest. Without thinking, I clicked on it and held it up to my ear, listening as the first ring sounded. After the second, I was ready to hang up just when I heard her voice on the other end.
"Dante. You called back?" She spoke in utter surprise, her voice sending a shock through me since I still wasn't very used to hearing it as often. It instantly took me back to a place I never once again wanted to be in.
"Yeah."
"I cannot believe you'll be thirty-nine tomorrow. I remember the day I found out I was having you so vividly," she said softly, her voice smooth and calm—just as I had remembered it to be all my life. I could practically see her on the other end with my identical smile and that reminiscent look in her eyes. "Anna told me you're in Saint Tropez. Are you celebrating there?"
"No...just here for a while before I have to attend an event in Paris," I replied meekly, feeling the least confidence I had felt in such a long time. "I don't have anything planned."
"Are you sure Naomi didn't plan anything for you," she laughed over the phone, its genuineness bringing the slightest bit of a smile onto my lips. "What's the deal with her?"
"One step at a time, mother," I reminded her, my hardened exterior back yet again when I felt as though she was crossing boundaries. I wasn't comfortable enough to discuss that with her. I don't know if I ever would be.
"You're right, Dante, I apologize," she said sullenly, the conversation drastically taking an awkward turn. "Well just know that your father and I wish you a wonderful birthday and we love you."
I knew my father hadn't said that and probably didn't feel that way—our relationship was even worse off. He and I hadn't gotten along since the day I was born and he had never acted like a father—or even a blood relative.
"Thank you," I muttered, ready to hang up. The conversation had gone on for longer than I deemed necessary.
"Bye, Dante. You can always call me if you need to."
With that, she hung up without even waiting for my response—and I was fine with that. Dropping my arm down to my side, I stayed in the backyard for a while longer, simply staring up at the sky and reflecting on the conversation.
As much as I didn't want them to, my parents would forever have a tight hold on my life that would influence me until my demise. They were the reason I didn't want children, the reason I could be so horrible at expressing my emotions, the reason I craved all aspects of control in my life.
With a deep sigh, I figured I would finally be able to fall back asleep now that I had made the call. I walked back inside, jumping in surprise when I saw Naomi standing at the kitchen counter with a glass of water in front of her.
"What are you doing up?" I inquired, taking note of how melancholy my voice sounded although I hadn't intended for that.
"I felt you leave the bed...and I was parched," she replied, a small smile slowly creeping onto her face. "Happy birthday, Dante," she then remarked, pointing to the clock on the wall that let me know it was just past midnight and was in fact now my birthday.
She left the glass on the counter, approaching me with that same smile on my face. I gladly followed when she stood on her toes and pushed a hand through my hair before pressing a kiss to my lips. My hands in turn rested firmly on her hips, the kiss dissolving all awkwardness and sullenness I was feeling after the call to my mother.
"Can I call you an old man now?" She joked once she pulled away, making me roll my eyes and tap her ass.
"Wait for forty on that one."
"What are you looking forward to in your thirty-ninth year, Dante?"
I cocked my head to the side, thinking of a genuine answer besides the humorous one I would have usually given. "Buying this house I've been looking at, expanding the business...spending more time with you."
The grin on her face grew trifold and I watched as she glanced away, her cheeks noticeably flushed even in the dim lighting. "You...um...you didn't tell me you finally settled on a house."
"Not completely. It's just the top one on my list. You want to see it when we get back home?"
She nodded eagerly without hesitation and I watched as she downed the rest of her water before we agreed to make our way back to the room. She claimed that she had nothing planned for my birthday, but also claimed that she wanted me to just get a great night's rest. I usually wasn't one for celebrations on my birthday—importance was never placed on it when I grew up—but the thought of Naomi planning something for me admittedly excited me.
***
NAOMI COLE
GLANCING AT THE CLOCK on the nightstand, I wanted to let out a groan when I saw that it was six in the morning. Yet I held it back, not wanting to wake Dante and ruin the surprise.
The day before, Lauren and I had ventured out into town to do some shopping and my main focus was on finding a gift for Dante—which proved to be quite hard. He insisted on giving me money for shopping—that I gladly turned down—but by the time Lauren and I had reached a custom jeweler, ten thousand dollars had magically appeared in my account. And it was more than enough to purchase his gift with.
This morning, I was planning on heading out to his favorite café to pick up some breakfast and coffee that I was sure he would adore. After that, I would pick up his cake before coming back to the house and setting all up before he even woke.
Groggily, Lauren stumbled down the hallway that led to her and Khalil's room and I almost burst out in laughter. She really looked like she had a rough night.
"Let's just go," she muttered, tossing the keys to me and we made our way out the door.
At the café, I practically had to constantly poke Lauren and wake her up as she leaned against the case that showed off the pastries.
"Do you want to go back to the car, Lauren. You didn't have to come, but I appreciate it."
"I'm here to make sure you can handle it. You know event planning is one of my specialties," she joked as we were handed our items and made our way back out to the car.
"This is what...your millionth specialty?"
"It's crazy that I'm just that talented, huh?"
Our next stop was the bakery where I ordered him a cake after reading—and translating—glowing reviews. As much as I disagreed with his taste, I bought Dante a white cake with chocolate frosting and strawberries on top.
When we got back home, I expected to still have to do a bunch of work of setting up the decorations I had brought for him, only to see that Khalil had already done so for me. And perfectly at that.
"You are the best!" I exclaimed, pulling him into a hug before getting right to work on setting out our extravagant breakfast and the cake.
With all three of us working, we finished fairly quickly and I was able to sneak back into the room and get dressed presentably.
Just as I walked back into the living room, the doorbell rang and with furrowed eyebrows I made my way over to open it as Lauren and Khalil got ready.
When I pulled it open, I was still just as confused at the sight of the woman standing before me with icy blue eyes that absolutely captivated me with their gorgeousness and depth. She was very tall, about 6'3 and was dressed as though it weren't eight in the morning in a short, stunning dress with jet black hair cascading down her back. In her hand was a bag that said 'Happy Birthday', confusing me even more.
"You must be Naomi,"'she said, sticking out a hand and sending me a smile that was all too familiar. "I'm Anna Mancini...Dante's sister."
a/n: PLEASE don't hate me! i wanted to get this chapter out faster but i've been really busy and have had a bit of writer's block
do you guys prefer more frequent updates, but shorter chapters or slower updates with longer chapters?
how do you think it's going to go down with Naomi and Anna meeting? do you think they'll like each other?
do you think dante will like the surprise? how do you think things will go in Paris?
thanks for reading, i hope you enjoyed <3