The Secret Life of Blythe

10. Leo

I feel like a failure, I'm ashamed and filled with dread as I sit at the dining table with piles of work in front of me that I can't seem to make a start on. My wife is sat at home with my unborn son in her belly and I'm here fucking my life up with someone I don't have a future with.  Regardless of how I feel about her. I don't like this person I become when I'm in the city and around these people. My anxiety comes back, I'm full of self loathing, I'm angry, all of it comes flooding back when she's in my space. It's like another habit that I just can't kick. I wish I didn't have an addictive nature and a toxic trait of fucking up my own life.

I draw in the deepest breaths I can, slowing exhaling knowing it will calm me enough to try and think straight. I hear the shower start so I grab my phone knowing Gia will join me shortly. 

I love you so much.  L xx

One stupid text.  I haven't got the balls to ring her.  It's all I can do right now to let her know I never stop thinking about her.  I can't imagine what I'm putting her through now.  After everything she's done for me, this is how I've decided to repay her.  I tell myself that I had no choice, but Gia said herself that it was my decision.  How could I have turned down her advances. I'm only a weak man at the end of the day, I've proved that to Blythe now too. Did I really think she would force my hand eventually with the threat of her father.  Yes, yes I did because that's how she works.  But it would have been further down the line.  I could have shown the respect and dedication that Blythe deserves by not falling in to bed at the first opportunity.  I can't explain what she does to me.  I lose all coherence around her.  My own selfish needs overtake any form of self control I thought I had.  As for Mattia, I'm partly blaming him for this. I begged him to keep her away from me and he lead her straight in to the lions den.

I try and put everything to the back of my mind as I pull a pile of paperwork in front of me.  If I don't get this right I'll be in deep shit, possibly killed like my dad, so I steel myself for a long day.  Not long after I've made a start, I hear the patter of bare feet of the hardwood floor.  I look up and catch eye contact with Gia.  The connection we have sizzles as I run my eyes over her.  She takes my breath away when I see what she's wearing.  Natural dark wavy hair pinned up in a messy bun with a few curls framing her face.  Sexy little glasses perched on her nose.  No makeup.  Freckles.  My cock ache's in my joggers, as she looks exactly like she did back in the day.  She's wearing a simple white shirt dress with one of her tanned shoulders exposed and no bra, made visible by her nipples peaking through the fabric.  I try and keep my reaction neutral from my face as she comes behind me and kisses my neck whilst massaging my shoulders.  I close my eyes and lean my head in to her stomach as she rubs away my tension. 
"I'm going to make us coffee and breakfast" she says kissing my temple, surprised at how good it made me feel, like it did ten years ago.
"And then I'll help you through this shit show" she says scowling at the array of paperwork in front of me. 

"I'm impressed" I tease at the spread Gia's put on for me. 
"We'll make a little house wife of you yet" I wink realising what I've just suggested.  I've been beating myself up trying to not feel any more guilty than what I already do, so comments like that don't help my case. 
"Seriously it was delicious and just what I needed" I say as she clears away the plates and coffee mugs from the table.
"Now that I've replenished your fuel, I think you need to feed me Mr Romano" she whispers as she straddles me on the dining chair.  My attention dissipates as she moans and wiggles against my growing erection.  I groan knowing she's about to get smashed if she continues, so of course she does it again. I pull her up ready to rip her panties away when I feel her bare and ready for me.
"Such a naughty girl" She flutters her eyelashes at me.
"l'm always ready for you baby" she purrs.
I grab my shaft and run it along her folds as she sighs and tips her head back. She's beyond soaked again, I can feel her dripping down my cock as I pull her down on to me. 
"Hmmm" she moans in her croaky bed voice as I struggle to pull her down my length.  She's impossibly snug around me at the top.
"Aww" she says when I push too quickly.  My already hard cock getting harder at the thought of hurting her and stretching her to capacity. I retract a little to give her time to get used to me again and it's not long before she's grinding against me as I thrust in to her from below like a raging bull. My eyes are closed tight, I'm not sure why, it's just how I prefer to fuck her, if I can't see her, the feelings thrumming through my body don't have to be dealt with. She starts to writhe and moan, more vocal than last night, our thrusts becoming jerky as we explode in to each other again.  I'm grunting and cursing at the almost painful way my cock shoots its seed in to her like an animal. 
"Fuck what are you doing to me Gia?" I grit out as her pussy grips me tight as she pulses around me.  Wordlessly, she rises off my shaft a couple of minutes later.  I feel the loss instantly as she gives me her best little sly smile and swivels her body around with her back to me, sinking back down on to my length.  When she bottoms out again and the familiar feel of her around my shaft warms me I sigh and wrap my arms around her resting my chin on her shoulder.  I should pull her off and scream at her, but I don't, like the pussy that I am, I stay seated.