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If I had thought the balcony scenery was beautiful during the day, it was nothing compared to after the sun had set. Thousands of stars twinkled brightly above us, the moon larger than I had ever seen before as it controlled the crash of the waves of the sea.
It was gorgeous and I sighed, happily, my fingers itching to draw such a beautiful sight.
“This is wonderful, Gio,” I told him, my eyes shining with affection.
“I thought you’d like it.” He chuckled. “But that’s not all.”
I wasn’t surprised in the least when our new chef came in pushing a tray filled to the brim with food, a dinner fit for kings and queens. He wasted no time serving the dishes and then leaving again until it was only me and Gio having a candlelight dinner under the starry sky.
The food was flawless and the meat melted in my mouth. I was so glad to spend this time with Gio, just us together after all the time we’d spent fighting recently.
Somehow, after dinner, I’d wound up sitting on his lap, just breathing in his presence as he fed me pieces of chocolate strawberries in a bowl. With the red wine in my system, I was feeling a bit tipsy but still in control as I sighed.
“Thank you for doing this for me,” I told him, drunk on his pampering as he held me close like I was the most precious thing in the world. “I love you so much.”
“Of course, carina,” he purred, gently turning my chin until we were face to face. “I love you more than the stars in the sky, and nothing will ever change that.”
Then he kissed me, sure and warm. He breathed slow and steady and I melted against him, my arms wrapping around his broad shoulders. I pressed my lips against his lips, becoming the aggressor as my desire got the best of me.
His arms wrapped around my slender form, picking me up with his strength easily and seating me on the table. His hands coiled around my knees as he never left my mouth and I willingly parted them, allowing him to step between.
One of his hands snaked around my neck and up to the bun in my hair. He was quick to undo it and my long locks fell around my back like a soft river. His fingers dove into it, cradling the side of my cheek with his other hand as if I was made of porcelain.
He parted his lips willingly as I took control and my tongue slipped inside, hot and wet as I arched my back, leaning into his hard chest as I reached for him, finding the curls in his wild black hair and tangling them between my fingers.
I stroked my tongue along him, playfully coaxing him into deeper desire until my mouth ached. Gio had always been a patient man though, and despite my wild ferocity in taking what I wanted, he had other ideas.
He pulled away and a little noise of annoyance slipped out of my throat. I tightened my hold on him, making sure he wouldn’t leave me hanging after driving me nuts. He chuckled, pressing a kiss to the middle of my throat.
He hooked his fingers around the lace of my panties, pulling them around the heels still attached to my feet and they landed softly on the floor. I squirmed in anticipation, eagerly keeping my legs spread for him. He went down on one knee, staring at my dripping center.
The table was getting wet, practically creating a drip onto the floor, but neither of us cared at this point.
He smirked in appreciation, flickering his eyes up to me teasingly. “All for me, carina?” He breathed heavily. “Why thank you.”
“Gio,” I whined, panting.
I moaned as he thrust two, long thick fingers inside until they were clasped as deeply as they could go. He gave a little stroke and I gasped at the movement, so tight against my walls. I writhed against the cold wood under my ass, whimpering as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out.
He used one hand to pin down my trembling thigh, continuing to finger me with pleasure as my breathy whines turned into gasps. I was barely able to keep myself sitting, my palms laid directly on the desk to keep me from falling.
His slow, easy thrusts barely matched my needy grinding against his hand and he used his thumb to roll my clit gently. A familiar ache grew in the pit of my stomach and I shut my eyes, throwing back my neck as he pumped his fingers with a more brutal efficiency.
I cried out as I clamped down around his digits, and I tumbled over the edge as he determinedly fingered me through my orgasm. My body shuddered and just as I thought he would pull out his fingers, I was proven very wrong.
Gio’s thrusts went harder and deeper with each second, and despite being oversensitive from coming, the intensity of his touch was building around that high once more. My limbs shook, just a mess of fluids and desire as he fucked me harder than he had before.
And I came for a second time.
I was still gasping for breath, dizzy with arousal from the second round, but he refused to allow me even a single moment to recover. I was being fucked out of my mind again, the pleasure and despair combining. Pleas fell from my tongue, whether I was telling him to keep going or to stop, I didn’t know. All I knew was he was pushing me to the very brink.
There was a satisfied grin on his lips as he watched me come a third time and then a fourth. I was groggy and shivering by the time I erupted for a fifth time.
The liquid ran down my trembling thighs, pooling on the floors below as I screamed his name as loudly as I could.
My eyes were lidded and foggy as he finally released me, pulling me into his arms and letting me lean my whole body against him. I was weightless, completely spent as I bonelessly fell into him. It felt like hours but was probably only minutes before my heart finally slowed and my body stopped shaking.
After I got myself together, Gio took me to the bathroom, running a long hot bath for me and finally undressing us both. The first dip into the water was just what I needed, and it didn’t take long before it delved into another round.
Before I could sleep, however, I covered myself in a fluffy bathrobe, took Gio’s hand, and headed next door where Elio’s new room was. We peeked inside to check on him, and I was relieved to see him fast asleep in his crib.
Gio swayed me in his arms, cozy and satisfied as we watched our sleeping son for a moment, and for this moment, everything was perfect.
*Giovani*
I knew Naples would be the perfect city to take a break in, and I was proven right. I smiled, trudging after my excited wife as she took photos of absolutely everything. Elio giggled, holding onto her hand and switching from the stroller I was pushing when he got tired to running after his mom.
He didn’t seem to know why all the statues and artwork were so important, but he could tell his mom loved it. I was sure she could spend a lifetime inside just one of the museums Naples had to offer and become a piece of art herself one day.
But I adored how happy it made her just to see the thousand-year-old works. From the Museo Cappella to the Galleria Borbonica and even the show we watched in the Historic theater, there was nothing that didn’t amaze her.
The National Gallery of Capodimonte had to be her favorite, however.
“Bellini shares your name, did you know?” Olivia said excitedly as she beamed at a particular painting in front of me. “He was a Giovanni, but he lived in the 1500s, so he’d be quite a bit older.”
“Is that your way of calling me old?” I raised an eyebrow, staring unimpressed at the oil painting of a bunch of people holding a naked baby. It seemed like a weird scene and even a weirder comparison.
“Of course not, Gio.” She grinned, leaning over to kiss me on the cheek. “You’re infinitely more handsome and talented.”
I let it slide with a roll of my eyes, studying the painting a bit more closely.
“What are they even doing to the poor kid?” I frowned. “Seems like a lot of people to be interested in a baby.”
She snorted, covering her grin with her hand as I looked over at her. She smiled knowingly, humor dancing in her eyes as she gently pointed to the label underneath the painting, which read, “Circumcision of Christ.”
I blanched, staring at the painting with a new horrified light. Who the fuck would paint a scene of a kid getting circumcised?
Olivia burst into giggles and just because his mom was laughing, Elio did as well. I rolled my eyes, smiling playfully as I scooped Elio into my arms.
“Are you laughing at me?” I grinned at him as he shrieked with laughter, squirming in my grip. “You and your Mommy are ganging up on me, aren’t you?”
“Gio,” Olivia called out, grabbing my hand. “Come on. There are still more paintings to see.”
We circled the entire gallery and then headed to the San Severo Chapel, and every time we passed works made by someone who shared my name, Olivia would point it out. It turned out that my name was a lot more common than I’d thought.
I sighed after about the hundredth artist, wishing that my parents had named me something else. It seemed like a fourth of all artists were named Giovani at this point.
After the chapel, we stopped in the marketplace for some treats and we got Elio his first cup of gelato. It seemed that he took after his mom in one thing because he devoured half of an entire cup of mint chocolate chip after only taking a spoonful of his mom’s.
By around noon, Elio fell asleep in his stroller, buckled up, and with half his cup of melted mint chocolate chip gelato still clutched in his little hands. It took a bit to pry the cup from his sticky hands and wipe down his palms and face, but Olivia was a master at this point. With Elio asleep, we decided to head back to the house so he could rest.
Our new chef had lunch prepared by the time we arrived and we put Elio in his crib for a nap, turning on the monitor and watching whatever movie was on. Olivia settled on a Spanish telenovela while I finished up some work.
I only paid a quarter of attention to the drama-filled show, filtering through the paperwork. I rubbed my eyes, leaning behind the couch to close up the blinds from the sharp light and grabbing my spare pair of reading glasses.
