(Continuation of chapter 38)
I looked up to see Vincent's huge frame towering in the door way, looking like a huge buff warrior, claiming his prize after battle.
He stalked gracefully towards me, my breath hitching with every step, until I realized that he was now standing in front of me, my naked breasts flush with his chest.
The sensation of skin-on-skin was heady, the heat radiating from his body made me want to waste away into a puddle at his feet.
The lack of control that he made me feel would have normally bothered me, but I wanted to lose control where Vincent was concerned.
"Portami Vincenzo. Sono tuo (Take me, Vincent. I'm yours)" fell from my lips and sounded so sexy in our mother tongue.
I watched his nostrils flair at my utterance, his hand coming up to grasp the back of my neck, jerking me into his body.
Hooded eyes, ragged breath and parted lips told me everything I needed to know about how he was feeling right at that moment.
"Ti voglio cosi' ta to (I want you so much)" was his response as he leaned down and captured my lips with his, my ability to think no longer clear, only the fact that I needed this man, physically and emotionally.
We somehow managed to step into the tub, both of us sinking to our knees in front of the other, my arms clasped around his neck, his more than capable hands cupping my behind.
I continued telling him, in Italian, how much I loved him, desired him and needed him and it was enough to push him over as I felt him sit down, hauling me into his lap.
I had at least been clear thinking enough to grab a handful of condoms, knowing neither of us would be in the state of mind to remember once we got started and I didn't want any interruptions.
Picking up a packet, I watched Vincent watch me as I tore into it with my teeth, indicating that I needed him to sit back on the step of the tub and scooted closer so I could sheath his erection.
Hearing him moan, just because I touched him made me so hot for him and at that moment I wasn't sure if either of us really understood the affect we held over the other.
Once he was covered, I hovered over him, while he held his erection, then allowing my body to work on its own, I felt, with great relief, his body slipping into me.
"Oh God Vincent" I murmured, trying to acclimate myself to his size before moving. Thank God he didn't wait on me as I could feeling the stinging of his nails digging into my soft flesh of my hips while moving my body.
Taking a page from his book, I put my left hand around the back of his neck, for balance, while I leaned back with my right hand resting on his thigh.
The awareness I received from this action caused my insides to clamp down, clinching and holding him tightly inside me.
"God Calli" came Vincent's impassioned call, his head back and sexy lips parted. He wanted me just as I wanted him.
As I started to move, I said "Tell me that you want to marry me." My voice so husky, I almost didn't recognize it.
"Oh baby, I want you as my wife, I want you wearing my rings and I want you to have my last name" he grunted as my pace increased.
"God yes!" I cried, wanting and needing to hear more. "More" I gritted, so close already.
"I want to stand before God and our family, announcing that I am willingly taking you as mine and no one else." That did it, my head fell against his chest as my body ignited around his.
"Christ Almighty!" I cried, my body no longer my own, as I clung onto the ride it was taking me on and no sooner had my orgasm started, Vincent was right behind me, his head laying against my shoulder.
I wrapped my arms around him and just soaked in how great it felt belonging to someone like him, the way he loved me and kissed me. I knew he loved me.
I couldn't resist putting my lips on his neck, kissing him lovingly and showing him what he meant to me and my life.
"I love you, baby" I whispered to him, my lips eventually searching for his and finding them.
He moaned against my mouth, voicing his love for me as we just took our time kissing. There was no rush, no sense of time as we fell into our own rhythm.
Eventually the water turned cool so we reluctantly let the water out and stepped from the tub. Vincent grabbed my towel and tenderly wrapped it around me.
I reciprocated his action by taking his towel and putting it around his waist, causing him to grasp my face and kiss me.
Placing my arms around his waist, I just stood there loving the closeness we shared and then looking up at him and resting my chin on his chest, I smiled and mouthed I love you which in turn got me a nice kiss on the top of my head.
About the time we exited the bathroom, I heard Bri bounding up the stairs, calling out for me.
Walking to the bedroom door, I opened it slightly so we could talk.
"Hey girl" I said smiling. She smiled back and asked if her brother was with me and when I gave her that look, she giggled.
"I know, dumb question. Anyway, dad needs to see him and mom and I need to talk to you." I told her that we would be down soon.
"Hey baby?" I called out to Vincent. "Si?" I found him in the closet pulling out his black suit, so I searched for a tie I hadn't seen him wear yet.
I found a beautiful burgundy colored one and as soon as he'd put on his dress shirt, I stepped up and asked him to let me button it up.
Smirking, he let his hands drop while I worked on his shirt and once finished, I took care of his tie. When my task was complete, I stepped back and observed him tucking it in and finish dressing.
I stood there admiring him and thinking how lucky I was that he is mine, when a small tear slid down my cheek.
"Calli baby what's wrong?" Not missing the concern in his voice, I answered "Nothing honey. I was just thinking about you and how lucky I am. That's all." I smiled to set his mind at ease.
Pulling me into a hug, he told me how much he loved me and we headed down together and to go our separate ways.
I left him going into Alberto's study while I went to the kitchen to let Clarissa and Bri in on mine and Vincent's talks. It was going to be a great day!
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