Holiday Inn Hotel. Paris.
Vin glared at the closed door of his bedroom. The blaring music and the loud, strident laughter coming from the other side would likely end up causing the closer guests to complain, demanding the party to end at one stroke. It wouldn’t take much longer for the security staff to show up. Which Vin found himself silently wishing for.
Funny how that fact had amused Vin in the past and he had shown his diva side, replying that he was Vin Diesel and that he would call the night a halt whenever he damn well pleased and not when being ordered to do so.
His attitude had cost Renee more than one headache and Marcela had been bitching no end, reminding him that these were the small details that distinguished celebrities from wannabes. All in all, it had never gone beyond that. Nothing that a check with several zeros and a couple of mentions about the hotel in question being his favorite couldn’t solve.
Now it was such a fact that amused Vin the most; how easily he had gotten his way in the past, not caring about others in the least.
Vin sat back, making himself comfortable on the huge bed and, sipping from his bottle of tequila, he recalled a conversation he had once had with Luna.
“Seriously, what’s with all of you egocentric celebrities and your diva attitudes? I just don’t get it.” Luna looked around, at the empty boutique and then back at Vin as he tried on different sunglasses.
“What? You’d rather go shopping with people constantly bothering you, asking you for an autograph or a picture?” Vin stared at his reflection in the mirror. “How do I look with these ones?” he turned his face to look at Luna.
“You look fine,” Luna answered flatly without even paying attention to the sunglasses and went on. “It’s this kind of shit that causes people to think that you’re just a selfish asshole with a huge ego, you know?” She glanced around once more, spotting the two shop assistants, whispering and giggling at the far corner of the exclusive boutique.
Renee had called them so they had the boutique closed to public access because Vin would go shopping with his girlfriend.
In response, Vin shrugged his shoulders. “So what? I don’t give a fuck about what people may think about me anymore.” As he spoke, he handed Luna a pair of glasses. “Here, try these ones. I think they’ll look great on you. The green lenses match your eyes.” Vin grinned goofily.
Luna rolled her eyes, letting out an exasperated sigh. Sometimes talking with Vin was a waste of breath, as though she was giving a speech in the middle of the desert with no one else around but her.
“You really don’t care, do you?” Luna picked up the sunglasses just to place them on the countertop. “How can you be this thoughtless?”
Now it was Vin’s time to roll his eyes. “Listen, Luna, to be under the spotlights is a pain in the ass most of the time, but it also has its privileges,” he paused, turning fully to look at her. “I have to be a powerless witness to people writing and saying shit about me just because they think they have the right to do it, and I don’t recall them giving a fuck about how they make me feel or how their thoughtless comments affect me. So in return, I do whatever damn well pleases me just because I’m famous and I can do it.” Vin frowned, stroking her cheek when he saw Luna’s eyes sparkling with sadness. “Luna, this lifestyle is really shitty some days, so enjoy the perks while you have the chance and stop worrying about what others might think, okay?”
Luna heaved a hard sigh, but said nothing in return. What could she possibly say anyway? Vin was right, if partially. However, the fact that people talked out of their asses about them both, didn’t mean that in return they were allowed to go walking around as if they owned the floor where they were standing. It wasn’t an excuse to act selfishly, not caring about the inconvenience their actions might cause to others.
“You upset with me?” Vin lifted Luna’s chin with his knuckle so he could look at her eyes as his other arm, sneaked around, holding her against him.
Luna smiled sadly, meeting his eyes and shook her head. “No, I’m not upset with you, baby.”
Vin grinned. “Cool, now try the shades, woman,” he playfully slapped her ass and handed her the sunglasses with green lenses.
End Flash back
Vin took a long pull of the bottle. Of course she had been upset with him, no matter what she had said to make him feel better.
Luna had been right; he hadn’t cared nor had he given a damn about the inconveniences his lifestyle might end up causing to others around him.
Purposely arriving late to catch a commercial flight, asking for a store or a boutique to have its doors closed to public access or opening at untimely hours, and asking for some bizarre shit while shooting a movie had been a power game question. He had done it just because he could.
Privileges were as inherent to his lifestyle as much as seeing his private life exposed 24/7 for everyone to see, as though he was an insect put on display under a microscope, had been. It had made sense, at least for him, to take advantage of his position, squeezing it and exploiting it as much as he could and fair enough because of that aforesaid exposure.
Without giving it a second thought, Vin climbed out of the bed and opened the door. Peering outside, he found Dave getting a blowjob from one of the girls as he finger-fucked another. The other two were going down on each other.
Vin shook his head in disbelief. It still amazed him how easily women got rid of their clothes, getting down to business in a matter of minutes if Dave was around. Vin still remembered how Giselle had walked around his place naked as the day she was born almost 24/7 just so Dave had easy access to her whenever and wherever he pleased. In fact, Vin had come across them in the most unexpected places, finding them fucking like rabbits. Funny how the scene on display did nothing for him anymore.
“Yo, Dave!” Vin called, causing everyone to stop at once what they had been doing. “Turn off the fucking music.” He gestured to the line of coke, “and clean that shit up before the security staff show up, man.”
Dave frowned, but nodded and, carelessly, he shoved the girl back, getting to his feet.
The girl yelped in shock, muttering a string of profanities in French, but that was as far as she went. She didn’t seem all that upset, in fact, the girl got to her feet and headed towards Vin, licking her lips.
“Want me to keep you company? You look kind of upset,” she purred seductively, winking at him. “Carole and I can make you feel better, right, Carole?” She looked back at the girl who Dave had been fucking with his fingers.
Carole nodded ‘yes’ and in one second got to her feet, closing the distance between them.
A soft knock on the door caught Dave’s attention and he changed directions after turning the music off, opening the door without even caring about the fact that he was as naked as the day he was born and had a hard on.
Vin chuckled. “Maybe later, mademoiselles.” He looked past one of the girls’ shoulder and saw Dave opening the door to a shocked to her core Lorraine, standing like a frozen statue. “For now I have all the company I’ll need right over there.”
Both girls turned at once, seething openly. One of them, Carole, recognized the girl from the boutique. “Bitch,” she muttered in disgust.
“The pot told the kettle,” Vin snorted and Carole shot him a nasty glare that Vin ignored. “Lorraine!” He slipped past the girls and padded towards the door. “Perfect timing, girl.” Vin grinned and, without giving her time to say anything he took Lorraine’s hand in his, pulling her inside.
Lorraine’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets and she gasped loudly. “Vin…what…?” She looked around, astonished at the scene in front of her eyes.
Everyone was stark naked; clothes were spread all over along with bottles of tequila and beer. There were sex toys as if presented for an exhibition on the coffee table and what looked like lines of coke set on a tray. The room smelled funny and Lorraine wrinkled her nose. What was that sweet smell?
The only one wearing clothes was Vin, sort of. He was shirtless, in a pair of unbuttoned jeans and wearing dark sunglasses.
Vin didn’t say anything, instead he shrugged his shoulders as if was a daily occurrence and all but dragged Lorraine back to his bedroom, closing and locking the door at his back. He also ignored Lorraine’s struggles to get free of his grip and the panicked look that distorted her beautiful features.
All that Vin could think about was to get the girl out of Dave’s sight as soon as possible; he was going to have a serious conversation with her though. What fucking part of ‘stay away from Dave’ hadn’t she gotten was something Vin wanted to know.
Once inside his bedroom, Vin released Lorraine’s hand and picked up the phone, dialing Oliver’s room extension. Out of the corner of his eye, Vin saw Lorraine franticly trying to open the door to get out.
“Calm down, would you?” Vin soothed her. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”
Lorraine spun around at hearing Vin’s voice. She shuddered fiercely and swallowed forcefully. “L-let me out, Vin, please.”
She sounded more than scared all of a sudden and Vin kicked himself mentally. But there was no way he was letting her out of his bedroom, much less knowing what she would see once she crossed that door again, not to mention that Dave was on his merry way to getting high. Who knew what he might end up doing?
In response, Vin shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Listen, Lorraine, you really don’t want to get out of this room, not while Dave is out there, anyway.” He removed his sunglasses and sat at the edge of the bed. “So relax and trust me, okay? I will not touch you.”
Lorraine blinked silent tears but something in his voice caused her to relax a bit. However, she didn’t move from where she was standing.
“What…who is this?”
Vin winced inwardly at hearing his PA’s sleepy voice at the other side of the line. Apparently, Oliver had been placidly cradled in Morpheus’s arms.
“Oliver, sorry for disturbing you, but I want for you to take care of something.”
The urgency mixed with uneasiness that Oliver noticed in Vin’s voice made him sit up straight in the bed in a second flat.
“Don’t worry, Vin, what do you need me to do?” Oliver reached blindly for his glasses and his electronic notebook, yawning as if he was the MGM Lion.
At the other side of the line, Vin’s brows drew down, crumpling his forehead as he thought deeply about the best kind of compensation he could offer to the hotel guests that had had the misfortune of sharing the floor with Vin Diesel and his troupe.
“I’d like for you to tell the manager of the hotel to send a bottle of Dom Pérignon and a box of sweets to all the guests that are lodged on our floor along with my sincere apologies for the inconveniences that my staying may cause to them.”
Lorraine blinked and so did Oliver at the other side of the line, but Vin’s PA took note of everything as he glanced at the door. There was someone already knocking on it.
“Oh, and tell them to send also a bouquet of fresh flowers in case they are lodged with their wives or girlfriends, okay?”
“No problem, Vin, I’ll do that in a minute.” Oliver swung his legs out of the bed as he spoke.
“Thanks, Oliver,” Vin sighed softly. “Oh, one more thing, Lorraine is staying with me tonight.”
Oliver frowned in concern; he wasn’t sure what to think about that. It was true that Vin looked like a ‘new man’ and his actions were starting to speak for themselves. But there was also Dave who had glued himself to Vin as if they were Siamese brothers. Lorraine was too innocent and naive to hang out with them both. However, Oliver kept his thoughts to himself.
“O-okay…” Oliver replied wryly, glaring at the door when the knocking turned more insistent. He had a strong suspicion that the security staff would be at the other side. At the end, Oliver had given specific instructions to the hotel staff to contact him with whatever matter was linked in any way with Mr. Diesel.
Vin returned his attention to Lorraine and sighed hard. She was staring at him through narrowed eyes and she was trembling.
“I wasn’t joking. I will not touch you, so make yourself comfortable ‘cause you and I are gonna have a very serious conversation.” As he spoke, Vin gestured for Lorraine to take a seat on the big, plush couch.
Lorraine followed his line of vision and, hesitantly, she obliged, taking a seat.
Heaving a hard sigh, Vin sat back on the bed. He wasn’t in the mood for messing around and didn’t feel like beating around the bush, so he went directly to the point.
“What fucking game are you playing, girl?”
Warning! references to sexual abuses and to M/M relationship
Luna’s condo. NY
Luna lit up a new cigarette with the butt of the last one before crushing out the cigarette butt in the already overflowing ashtray and took a deep puff, blowing the smoke through her nose.
Sniffing softly, she recalled her conversation with James Haltom. She had to admit that she wasn’t expecting such a turn in the events.
That Vin and Joe had a past in common was something she had already suspected. The rumors about Vin being gay or bisexual she wasn’t unfamiliar with either, and just like before, she didn’t give a damn about it. Not in the same way most people did.
The suspicion about Vin having some sort of ‘relationship’ with a drag queen didn’t affect her. At the end Luna herself had had her own share of lesbian experiences while studying at the university. It didn’t mean anything. But finding out about Joe being raped broke her heart.
Blinking silent tears, Luna kept puffing from her cigarette, thinking about her phone conversation with James Haltom.
It wasn’t only what the detective had revealed, but the edge in his voice as he spoke. It struck Luna as a little bit odd. She had only talked with him on one single occasion and, back then, James Haltom had given Luna the impression of being not only a qualified professional, but also a cold, even distant man. Certainly not the kind of man that would be affected by finding about a man being raped. Luna was sure that in his line of work, James Haltom had seen a lot of everything and probably worse. Still, he had sounded a bit overwhelmed but above all, he had sounded sad and angry.
Those feelings Luna was very familiar with and so her eyes narrowed the slightest bit as, briefly, she wondered how deeply involved James Haltom had ended up in the course of his investigation that, all of sudden, and while sharing with her his suspicions, he had talked as though this ‘job’ had turned into something personal that hit too close to home.
He had mentioned the existence of a picture, but had refused to send it to her by email. However, James had described it to Luna after she insisted on knowing.
James Haltom had been right though. Luna didn’t need any more evidence to know the hidden truth about what happened that night at the club and why Joe ended up being savagely raped.
The thought alone caused Luna to shudder as Allison’s voice echoed within Luna’s head.
“…He’s a dangerous fucker, Luna. I know what I’m talking about. I grew up surrounded by guys like him. Hell! Tyrone’s father was like Dave…Dave’s a street kid. He made it this long alive and kicking because of his strong survival instinct…Dave wouldn’t hesitate to get rid of you, literally, if you become a real threat to him…”
Luna wasn’t sure about the real motivations that had led Dave to send guys to do his dirty work. However, she had been thinking about the two possible reasons, each scarier than the other.
One. Dave had wanted to send a warning or a message to who back then had been ‘dating’ Vin. That hypothesis was scary enough in itself because anyone who Vin would date might become a threat to Dave’s lifestyle and, consequently, might end up suffering an ‘accident’.
Two. Dave had taken out on Joe, doing to him what Dave would have wanted to do to Vin. That second hypothesis was even scarier and Luna shuddered fiercely.
The line between love and hate was very thin; she herself knew about that universal truth first hand. Luna loved and hated Vin with the same intensity.
This last thought made Luna remember a line she had read somewhere. ‘I killed her because she was mine.’
It wasn’t that far fetched of a suspicion and Luna very much doubted that behind Dave’s irrational behavior there was just a sexual connotation. It was also possessiveness; an unhealthy, sick possessiveness, actually.
Dave wanted Vin for himself and, if secretly, he considered that Vin was his property to manipulate as he pleased. But also to do whatever he felt like doing, even destroying Vin before allowing anyone else to take ‘his property’ away from him.
All in all, Luna was almost sure that Vin didn’t have a clue about the real reasons why Joe had been brutally abused. Nevertheless, she also suspected that Vin wasn’t completely oblivious to what had happened in that store room that horrible night, otherwise, Joe wouldn’t have end up becoming his stunt double.
To her, it looked like some sort of compensation for the damages caused, if a weak one, as though Vin had felt guilty or responsible and had wanted to do something good in exchange.
The fact that Joe had accepted becoming Vin’s official stunt double, even making himself pass for Vin, fooling the paparazzi on several occasions, meant that Joe didn’t bear a grudge against Vin. So, deep down, Joe hadn’t considered Vin responsible.
Of course, Luna had seen how Joe had fooled around with Valentino, and even with Vin, while shooting ‘SETH’, making jokes and innocently flirting with them. But Joe had also kept at a distance, holding himself back and never getting too intimate with Vin.
Luna glanced down at the piece of paper, reading silently what she had scribbled. The Carousel. Chichi.
“Hey, baby, supper’s ready.” Playfully, Steve knocked on her door to catch Luna’s attention. “I’m having pasta with spaghetti sauce and you’re having a sanny and salad,” he grinned goofily.
Luna glanced up, wiping away her tears and Steve’s grin vanished in a second flat.
“What’s wrong, Luna?” He entered the room, taking a seat at her side.
“Nothing,” Luna sniffed softly, putting out her cigarette. “Why are you always getting the juicy stuff, eh?” She joked through her tears but her smile didn’t fool Steve for a second.
“Cause I’m still growing up. What’s wrong?” Steve insisted seriously.
“You know where this place is?” Luna sighed heavily and handed him the piece of paper.
Steve took the paper, reading the address. His eyebrows shot up when he read the name, just to narrow thoughtfully.
Steve knew who Chichi was, although he had known him by another nickname. Miss Sunshine. Steve had found about the ‘petname’ by chance. Dave had been making jokes about it during one of Vin’s birthday parties. All of them had been stoned and Dave had started messing around until Vin had gotten mad, telling Dave to knock it off already.
It seemed to Steve that the detective Luna had hired, had gone beyond the mere accomplishment of the job entrusted. Things might end up getting pretty ugly if Dave found about Luna digging into Vin’s past. Steve didn’t like Luna getting that involved, even though he also understood why she wanted to go see Chichi.
Finally, Steve lifted his gaze, meeting Luna’s teary eyes. “Yeah. Why do you want to go there?” he asked, making a mental note to keep an even closer eye on Luna from now on.
Luna’s sadness turned into anger in seconds. “It’s time to dust some skeletons.” She muttered through clenched teeth.
Valentino’s mother’s place. NY
Silently, Valentino slipped inside the shadowed room, closing and locking the door at his back. The soft snoring caused his lips to curl up in a wide smile, and blinking, he adjusted his vision until he could clearly see Renee’s sleeping form.
Peeling off his shirt, he kicked off his shoes. The jeans followed shortly after along with his socks. Just in boxers, Val padded to the bed and, carefully, he slipped under the sheets, resting his head on the pillow.
Val sighed softly as he lay still, his eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room more and more. He was tired, almost exhausted, but he just couldn’t stop thinking. His brain didn’t seem ready to give him any sort of peace of mind any time soon.
Arguing with his mom always left him drawn, almost without strength. Val had seen Luna and his mom locking themselves in his mother’s bedroom for what felt like hours, until the door opened again. Their eyes had looked puffed, as though both women had been crying. After that, his mom had grabbed her purse, saying she had to go to run some errands and Luna had gotten a phone call on her cell phone, leaving shortly after.
Val and Renee found that they had the house all to themselves, but Renee had excused herself, saying she was a bit tired and wanted to take a nap before dinner. She had started taking naps a few weeks ago.
‘Siesta time’ was probably one of the very best customs Spaniards enjoyed, closely followed by their gastronomy.
Luna had been the one talking non stop about the many healthy benefits of ‘siesta’ after having lunch. Recalling that Luna had said that an hour of sleeping worked magic on the brain, relaxing the muscles and releasing tensions caused Val to grin goofily, just to sigh hard when he also remembered Vin adding that the only real benefit he got from siesta was having the best sex ever with Luna after she woke up.
Val cuddled closer to Renee’s back, gently resting his arm upon her hip. His body was pressed firmly up against hers from behind which gave him the chance to brush his lips slowly over her neck and shoulders as he traced slow patterns across her growing belly with his fingers.
Renee drifted awake, her eyes partially opening and then closing again as a soft moan passed her lips. “Make love to me, papi…” her voice sounded sleepy as she pressed against him.
Val grinned, kissing her nape. “You’re asleep…” he whispered, nuzzling the skin lightly.
“So wake me up,” Renee smiled, her eyes still closed, arching towards him.
“You need to rest, mami,” Val chuckled, nibbling on her shoulder as the pad of his fingers kept tracing lazy circles across and over her belly.
“I need you more…” Renee tilted her head, giving him more room. “Come on, papi, are you gonna make me beg you?” She playfully writhed her butt, feeling the unmistakable sign of Val’s arousal, pressed firmly against her lower back.
In response, his mouth trailed up to her ear. “Actually, gonna make you scream, sexy mama.”
Renee inhaled sharply, her fingers clenching into the sheets as his hand slowly wandered south, sliding under her panties. Renee shivered as his fingers teased her, skimming over wet curls. She couldn’t believe how fast she got all horny lately. She whimpered, squirming under those amazingly light touches, trembling with sensation, Val’s fingers were spreading as though liquid fire. Renee knew she was soaking her panties.
Broad fingers hooked in those same panties and pulled them down. Renee could feel the heat of him moving behind her body and then she gasped as his lips brushed over her bared buttocks, his nose skimming her flesh, hot breath on her skin.
Val hummed, planting butterfly kisses, gently cupping her butt-cheeks. His teeth scrapped across the velvet skin, eliciting little moans. The sound was so exciting, Val had to stop for a second, fearing he would come in his boxers just hearing Renee. The scent of her was driving him crazy and Val cursed himself silently. He wanted this to be slow, gentle lovemaking but if he didn’t manage to regain control, he would end up fucking his wife senseless.
Groaning, Val’s lips brushed an invisible path up her spine, his mouth gripping the fabric of her top, dragging up the annoying piece of cloth until he managed to pull it off her, throwing it aside.
“Valentino!” Renee squealed, giggling when Val knelt at her side and, throwing the sheet off, he revealed her naked body. He had moved so suddenly that Renee’s body bounced a bit.
Renee laughed softly, meeting Val’s hungry eyes and then her gaze slid down, spotting his erection, stretching his boxers, a wet spot right in the middle. Val was so hard that the elastic band of his boxers were slightly separated from his lower belly, revealing his curly hair.
Shivering in anticipation, Renee spread her legs apart, flashing Val. The erotic vision made Val’s breath falter as his cock twitched wildly. Renee smiled wickedly and, stretching one of her legs out, she rested her foot on Val’s thigh, rhythmically brushing his skin up and down.
Now it was time for Val to shudder, groaning. If Renee had always looked beautiful beyond words then now, pregnant, she was a vision for sore eyes, so fucking sexy that Val’s breath hitched in his throat and he found himself swallowing forcefully.
Renee’s femininity had somehow blossomed; her breasts looked bigger, fuller and her growing belly had become the center of Val’s universe. Worshiping his wife’s body had been something Val had done with little effort, loving each and every single flaw, but now, it had become almost a need.
As if in slow motion, he lifted Renee’s foot, kissing her instep, lingering a bit. In response, Renee giggled as her toes curled with the ticklish sensation, yet she didn’t move at all.
It was fascinating how Val had started paying attention to parts of Renee’s body that he hadn’t done in the past, including them in their foreplay games. It was as if all of a sudden it had struck him that there was a whole new world that could and should be explored; a parallel universe beyond sex fantasies and fetishes where sensations, emotions and feelings found unlimited forms of expression, where love and trust acquired a deeper, stronger meaning.
Soft lips brushed up, tracing a languorous path up her ankle. Changing directions further up, along the inner side of her calf and thigh, his tongue joined his lips, tickling the back of Renee’s knee.
Renee smiled, relaxing; she really loved this devotion Val paid to her body, as though it was a temple and Renee was the Goddess.
Fingers followed shortly behind, stroking the back of her thighs, massaging, caressing.
Reaching out, Val lifted Renee’s other leg, repeating the motion, kissing, stroking and massaging until his hands came to a stop, resting in her hips. Then Val moved above her, being careful not to put his weight on his wife’s body and, dipping his head down, his mouth closed on her right nipple.
Sucking gently, his tongue flickered across and around the taut peak, controlling the pressure and the intensity. His free hand cupped its twin, very gently rolling her other nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Renee’s breasts had become oversensitive and the lightest caress could cause her to reach an orgasm, but she could end up crying out in pain too. Val was still learning to read the signs to know which would be her reaction because not even Renee knew for sure.
Letting out a soft moan, Renee arched her back, covering his hand with her own, encouraging Val.
Soft lips slipped down her throat and she moaned, moving her hand from his wrist to curl it around his neck, pulling him closer. Their foreheads pressed, both breathing in time.
“Harder, papi…” Renee whispered breathlessly as little shivers ran up her spine, and then she cried out in pleasure when the fingers on her nipple tweaked harder, bringing her to a sudden orgasm.
Her eyes grew wide, a bit shocked at the sensation and Val smiled knowingly
“I’m just warming up, sexy mama,” Val groaned in her ear just before his lips moved down her neck to the curve of her shoulder. His mouth opened and sucked lightly on her skin. “I’m not nearly done with you, princess…”
Renee shivered with the sensation, feeling it all the way down into her belly. Swallowing she found her voice. “Oh, God…”
“Nah, just your latino caliente, mami…” Val chuckled when Renee gasped loudly. “Are you ready for more, mi amor?”
Renee’s breath caught in her throat, feeling how his hand flattened against her ribs, making slow, smooth circles, moving further down. The at first tickling sensation quickly changed to a feeling of rising warmth and Renee shivered in anticipation.
Val’s thumb flicked her clit and Renee gasped, arching up. His fingers dipped inside, rubbing along her wet inner lips, up to her clitoris, circling the little nub and back down just to start all over again in a maddening motion that took Renee’s breath away, leaving her panting.
Her breath became faster as his fingers twisted, pressing and stroking inside her. She moaned, her head going back, her legs spreading for him, her eyes fluttering closed. The firm pressure of the thumb on her throbbing clit made her cry out, pressing her hips up.
Val slowed as his fingers slid into her soaking sex, opening her and spreading delicious shivers all through her frame with his gentle, soft touch. Then his fingers began to set a rhythm inside her, his thumb brushing and pressing her clit.
Whispered words felt intoxicating, an aphrodisiac elixir that made Renee whimpered with her growing need. Teeth, lips and tongue traced gently behind her ear and down her neck as his fingers moved a bit more firmly inside her, the pad of his thumb rubbed in slow circles around and over her clit.
“Voy a hacerte el amor con todo my ser, mami, with all of me,” Val whispered as his long, strong fingers moved faster and faster.
Renee choked back a sob; it wasn’t just the words but the voice, the man, her husband. She loved him so much her chest tightened painfully.
“Valentino…” Renee whimpered, burying her hands in his hair, bringing down his mouth to kiss him with everything in her as her hips pressed up, trying to get more.
Val lost himself in that kiss; his heart slamming hard in his chest. He couldn’t love Renee more than he already did and yet it wasn’t enough.
“Te amo,” Val breathed, locking eyes with his wife and Renee couldn’t think any more as his fingers moved and stroked and then he twisted them just right, stroking with his thumb and she arched, squeezing her butt and thighs, exploding with sensation.
Through her shocks of pleasure, she heard the sound of cloth rustling and then his hands on her hips and she could feel his nakedness behind her as he got closer.
Renee’s breath caught, she could feel his cheek brush the hair at the back of her beck; his harsh breath feathered across her shoulder giving her goosebumps.
Val brushed her hair aside and his warm mouth pressed against the back of her neck as he hooked a leg in the crook of his elbow, spreading Renee wide open.
She moaned softly, feeling his broad, male chest pressed against her back. His fingers moved over her skin like feathers and then one hand squeezed her breasts lightly, his fingers once more rolling her nipples very gently back and forth, eliciting little whimpers in pleasure.
Angling his hips, Val thrust into her slowly, filling her, stretching her, pressing all the way up into her welcoming body until he stopped, buried to the hilt. Feeling her inner muscles clenching around him, Val shuddered fiercely.
It wasn’t heaven; it was home. His home. Renee, their baby and himself. Everything that really mattered to him was within those four walls and Vin shut his eyes tightly, tears welling in his eyes.
“You’re my home, mi hogar,” Val whispered, sucking on the nape of her neck as he rocked his hips, moving inside her.
“I’m your home; your love.” Renee turned her head, kissing him with all the passion she could show.
Val moved slowly, but each thrust was deep, all the way to her core. Renee began to move with him, catching his rhythm. One hand went to her hip, the other stroking her breasts as he thrust harder, sliding in and out of her. His breath quickened as his mouth opened against the back of her neck.
Renee heard her own moans, rising as he thrust a little faster. She just couldn’t stay still; couldn’t stay quiet. Shivers were running through her, deep in her belly, down her legs as she pushed herself back into him.
Val moved in and out, filling her. His thick glans rubbing over each internal muscle as he pulled almost all the way out her, then pushed deep again.
Renee’s body arched with pleasure. His pace quickened, his thrusts coming faster, harder until she cried out, feeling him shudder and his body flexing inside her core.
Val rode out her orgasm, rocking her body back and forth with him, lost in her heat, filling her over and over until Renee couldn’t think; couldn’t breathe as wave after wave of exquisite pleasure rolled over her. Then his own climax hit him and Val’s hips snapped forward, holding Renee still. His vision blurred and little sparks blinded him as he jerked behind her hard, calling her name.