by Olga GOA
“Your doctor wouldn’t know,” Milano noticed the mood of his goddess was changing, judging by her facial expressions. It was obvious―she didn’t wish to cease their communion. Especially when the song ‘I Go to Sleep’ by the singer Sia played in the air, soothing them like a lullaby.
Taking the advantage to conciliate Veronica, Milano came closer to her. He was giving Veronica the warmth of his strong body, forgetting about all the problems that they had. It was akin to the unique feeling when a human is flying on a parachute. He has the senses similar to the emotional whirlwind and haze that doesn’t let you think straight. They wrap a man from head to toe, making him forget about the whole world. The feelings experienced by Milano right now were as if there was nothing else except Veronica and their unearthly flight.
Veronica fully relaxed as Milano began to kiss her neck, shoulders, and breast with calibrated slowness. Quite possibly, such caresses were not a novelty for Veronica, but they became more unforgettable every time they were intimate.
Combing Milano’s thick hair with her fingers until it looked like a funny bird’s nest, Veronica responded to every kiss and returned it eagerly. She waved under his consistent kisses and clutches; she almost moaned when he held her tight. Veronica wanted to be with her Demon at this hour, this minute, and this second. She was ready to give Milano everything he asked for―her soul and heart, her dreams. She didn’t care even if Milano didn’t feel the same but she guessed he wouldn’t overuse her kindness. Maybe he was afraid to take the innermost things that Veronica was giving him.
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Realizing that someone from his family could interrupt at the most important moment, Milano picked Veronica up and carried her to his room. He laid her on the bed, barely touching her skin. His breathing quickened as did Veronica’s; his body was hungry for her.
But Milano did not retreat when Veronica heard the song ‘Last Time Lover’ by the previously famous group Spice Girls. She spurred Milano to go further and to not stop his innocent caresses.
Veronica watched as Milano took off her dress, leaving her in her underwear and freeing himself from his clothes too. Veronica’s eyes burned, viewing as her beloved man undressed slowly and sexually. Shirt and pants sensually glided over his bronze skin, calling Veronica to expose his torso. It was such an incredibly erotic spectacle that Veronica bit her lips impatiently.
“I lose my mind when you take your clothes off... I confirm; you do it on purpose, Mino...” Veronica reproached her Demon, thinking to help him in the case of taking his shirt off.
“It’s so nice to listen to you, cara... So nice...” Milano began to do enticing sexual movements similar to raging waves to excite Veronica. In Veronica’s eyes, he transformed into a real stripper and seducer. Veronica almost whistled while he was performing his provocative dancing, coming to her.
Milano was ready to do it for his innocent beauty Veronica over and over again. He had wished to liberate her. After all, the touches were not enough for him. He wanted a complete merge with Veronica, to have full ownership of her.
“Will we always solve our physical and psychological problems with sex?” Veronica winked at him as he pulled her thigh closer to his body.
“Most likely, yes...” Milano nodded. “I think you like it yourself...” Milano uttered with a grin, turning his head to one side and running his lips around her neck. Veronica shuddered a little; the heat of her Demon’s mouth only increased the desire and longing.
Milano was so attached to Veronica that he wanted to do the same thing Tom Cruise’s character did in the movie ‘Vanilla Sky’―to freeze bodies using cryogenics.
“What are you thinking?” Milano knitted his brows at Veronica’s question. It turned out that his dreams took him so far that he completely forgot about the gray reality.
“About us...” not hiding his thoughts, Milano spoke out. “How great it would be to freeze our bodies in a special state―cryogenics―and to never part from each other. In that state, we would not die but live longer; we would wake up just when we wanted to! Agreed?” he continued enthusiastically.
“But how about our child?” Veronica puzzled Milano with a sad smile, at the same time not denying his insane dreams. He was the kind of man who lived in his own world and always capitalizing on his original ideas. But only Veronica and her delicate soul could understand them without judgment.
“Damn, you’re right, my sunshine! I’m a jerk!” Milano laughed at his naivety and shook his head. He gently stroked Veronica’s belly, kissing it gently below.
“No, Mino...You’re the most hopeless romantic I have ever met!” Veronica exclaimed. She loved Milano and was ready to illuminate his entire dark soul with her pure sparkling love. And the song ‘Right Now’ by the famous soloist of the 80s Al B. Sure contributed to her desire.
“You sound like my grandfather,” Milano recalled his past. “He was a sensitive man, interested in everything and everyone. He always sought his way and never turned away from it. That’s who I always wanted to be like, not my parents, Veronica! While I was growing up, my grandfather taught me not to forget about my roots, Greek, Italian, and especially Russian. He maintained I should hold them as sacrosanct links otherwise, I could lose a part of myself. I think he was right. If a man does not know his roots, he does not know who he is. My grandfather was an intelligent and extraordinary person―the best person for me.”
“I’d like to meet him... but I can’t…” Veronica sadly confessed, stopping her speech. She fondled Milano’s back, trying to hold her tears. She understood how Milano felt right now.
Milano nodded, not having the strength to answer her―he was still going through the death of his grandfather. His grandfather took care of Milano and helped him, even if he was very busy. His lovely grandfather always gave him his devoted attention. His granddad Domenico Veneziani was everything to Milano.
“Your grandfather is here...” Veronica laid a hand on the other side of Milano’s chest where his heart was beating and smiled. “As long as other people remember a person, they will live forever.”
“I wish he could see you. He would have liked my future wife.”
Milano looked at Veronica, trying not to cry as she hugged him.
“Don’t beat yourself up, Mino. Your grandfather continues to live in his amazing family. Not only in you, but also in his great-grandchild…”
Milano breathed out when he guessed what his Veronica talked about.
“You mean our baby?” a smile beamed on Milano’s dimples as Veronica clung to him. “I promise you, our son or daughter will not lack anything,” wrapping his Amazon with one arm, Milano pressed her to his chest. It was like he was afraid to let go of his Angel, even a millimeter from himself.
“It is better to give them love, darling. Children need it more than anything in the world.”
“Don’t doubt it, sweetheart. I will give them everything.”
Veronica kissed Milano for such sincere and warm words. She yawned a little and lay down beside him under the blanket. It was too late; rest was welcomed.
“At last, can we sleep?” Veronica fervently asked Milano, trying to reach the night light, camped beside their bed and dimly burning in their room.
“Yeah. I’m very tired, my dear. I don’t know if anyone called from my work. I switched off my iPhone.”
Veronica mouth was wide open. She didn’t expect such a sacrifice from her man. He came home forgetting about important work and not even calling the office. How was it possible not to love what he did, even when Milano was obnoxious?
“I didn’t want to upset you, knowing how you’d feel about it,” he was completely baffled.
“You’re crazy, darling, but I could have never imagined how much!”
“Now you know, how much... and not only in terms of my job...” Milano jokingly responded. Unable to resist the contemplation of Veronica’s bare back, he carefully drew with his fingers a five-row line along her spine. His Amazon’s squeak made M
ilano’s boner grow.
“Calm down, you horny pervert!” Veronica giggled, turning off the night light.
“I’ll show you a pervert now!”
Milano dove under the covers and quickly caught Veronica’s foot in the dark. He began to bring his girl hysterical laughter, tickling her madly. He enjoyed the laughter of his Angel.
“Milano, let me go!” Veronica begged him while he tormented her. The feeling of a man’s hand that warmed and massaged her foot aroused her hunger for sex even more.
“To let you go, is too easy, Veronica,” Milano smirked, looking out from the blanket. “A kiss on the lips is another matter.”
Veronica agreed immediately. She pulled Milano to her mouth and gave him a light kiss on the lips without spicing up their sex life. Although Milano quietly snorted, knowing he had deceived Veronica. If he wanted something, he always got it.
Veronica understood how he fooled her like a kid―Milano seduced her with a passionate kiss. She was unable to fight back and show her feminine strength. Her body surrendered to the savvy enemy.
“A shameless liar!” Veronica condemned Milano; she sprawled out on the bed below him. He won each area of her skin with his hard exciting smooches.
“My Queen, you know that demons are still the same lying scoundrels!” Milano laughed; his victory was obvious. He was a very cunning man as Veronica thought. “You know, Veronica,” he went on, “I will keep my dick behind bars if it has to be that way. In truth, when I’m in the office at business meetings, seeing beautiful women, he always ‘salutes’ them. I have to drag the ice out of the dining room so that no one noticed how the CEO of the construction company is suffering because of dissatisfaction! How do you imagine that?”
Veronica gasped, listening to his confession. This man had never spoken with her so openly about the nature of sex’s abstinence.
“You want them, and don’t want me...” Veronica replied pouting.
“Damn it, Nike! I want you always! But you do not know how to discern when a man is unsatisfied. No sex for three months―he gets crazy thinking of intercourse…” Milano barked.
“We can fix this, darling.…” Veronica mysteriously mumbled, taking off the white sheet and rolling on top of her voluptuous man.
Milano’s eyebrows stirred in surprise. Has he gone crazy, seeing Veronica take charge in sex?
“What are you up to?” Milano tittered when she straddled him like a horse and began to slide her entrance against his penis.
A little perspiration appeared on Milano’s bare chest. He has never had sex like this, which did not need plunging into the female body. He almost growled when Veronica accelerated the tempo.
“Do not say that Francesca taught you this...” Milano croaked, feeling his erection increased significantly.
“Francesca didn’t. I thought that it makes you feel better...” Veronica insisted, continuing the torture of his Demon. Every second he relaxed his body as much as he could.
“Holy cow! Nike... Shit...” Milano moaned while his fingers squeezed his sorceress’ buttocks. Veronica was so sexy in bed that he was out of breath. She was so perfectly created.
Without restraining himself, Milano swayed Veronica, biting his lip. Soon a hot jet of his orgasm hit Veronica’s intimate place, and she grunted. She had slithered down the attractive body of her Demon, and it felt so nice.
“We need to freshen up, cara. I’ll take you to the bath.” Milano suggested.
“You’re very tired, my sweetie…”
Milano sprang to his feet in a moment, confirming that he was not a bit tired. He took Veronica under his armpit and carried her to the bathroom. Opening the shower, Milano put her in the bath, starting to soap her head and body. Veronica giggled, imagining herself as a child who liked to splash in the water.
Standing next to Veronica, Milano remembered their passionate sex in the bathroom of Francesca’s house. He snorted. Most likely, he would not dare to have sex in someone else’s house again.
Did he become a man who admitted his imbalanced moral behavior for these three months? Or maybe he just thought so?
“Would you like me to rub your back?” Veronica appealed, taking a washcloth and then stroking the back of her beloved.
“Yes, please, dear…” Milano requested her, enjoying the gentle massage of her divine arms. “Only Nanny Gloria washed my back when I was a child...” he went on, plunging into his sadness of his memories.
“Why didn’t your mom do it?”
“My mom was busy with her growing up.…”
“It is so unclear, Milano... Explain please…” Veronica kept the conversation going, continuing to care for her Demon.
“Mother gave birth to me at a very young age, knowing nothing about real life. My father, too, was not such an adult at the time. My mother was sixteen, and he was eighteen. Seeing their naivety about marriage and life, my grandfather vowed to help them, before then, an unknown man or a woman will interfere in their marriage. However, my parents were still young and inexperienced. They tried to establish family ties and to make their marriage ideal. But on the other hand, they didn’t care about me at all. They were focused on their problems and nothing else...” Milano sighed, dropping his head and thinking about something of his own. He wanted to erase those memories whose uselessness was becoming stronger. He didn’t wish to be an outcast, but the attitude of his parents made him an outcast of his own feelings. It was so hard for him to change, but he was trying for Veronica.
He rested his hands against the wall tiles, letting the jets of water slam his strong muscles. He didn’t move as if he were immersed in his dark thoughts.
“Your mother and your father loved you; they tried to do their best. It was simply very hard for them in that period…” Veronica pronounced gently.
“So difficult that I do not remember their strolls in the garden with me! The face of my grandfather and Gloria only stood before my eyes when I was a child. One by one they rolled me onto a large wooden horse standing in my bedroom. Where were my parents, Veronica? Where?!”
“Milano, don’t be so ruthless towards them... They—”
“Ruthless? But were they not to me?!” Milano interrupted Veronica abruptly. He stood in front of Veronica, almost blowing with anger. He was pissed off at his parents. They never wanted to make contact with him. Apparently, they weren’t interested in Milano at all―not as their child or as a person. Therefore, Milano constantly denied love not only to anyone but even to himself. He lived in his own Hell. And he didn’t understand why Veronica was protecting his parents. Why did she justify them? Did she see only the goodness of everyone?
“But they are your family, darling,” Veronica softly replied, caressing his hard biceps. “No one chooses their parents. They are gifts from God. You should be happy you have such a big family.”
Veronica turned away; she condemned Milano’s anger toward his parents. She always wanted to have her family, which she never had, unlike Milano. And he was mad at his parents!
“I’m selfish and speak only about myself…” Milano got a hint about the abrupt change of Veronica’s mood. “You have no one but Aunt Henrietta, after all. Forgive me, Nike...” Milano told her, enclosing her in his arms. His lips caressed the lobe of her ear.
“I’ll be fine, Demon. I am strong...” Veronica was sincere, speaking to him sternly.
“I know you’re strong, but I want to be by your side...” Milano begged her with tenderness, kissing her on the head and neck. “You know, I want to meet your Aunt. Let’s invite her to our wedding. Or maybe you want to invite other people as well?”
“Can I?” Veronica faced him, breaking into a bright smile. She was happy.
“Sure, cara! Your aunt is your family. She should be at our wedding!”
“You are so sweet, kind, caring, sensitive, tender, passionate, hot...” Veronica said openly about Milano’s personality, biting her upper lip. She had never been so honest with him, but now Veronica wanted
to break down all the barriers between them.
“Enough, my Amazon...” Milano covered her mouth with his palm. “It exists only in your imagination…”
“You may be a demon, but you are a good demon. And the fallen angels also change…”
“I am not going to argue with you... it’s useless!” Milano spoke out when Veronica was wiping herself with a towel. “Wait. Wipe your head properly, or you’ll get a cold!” Milano wagged his finger at her, wrapping the long towel around his hips and stepping on the floor.
“Of course, my sweet man...” Veronica listened to him, fingering her hair with a dry towel. “Is that okay?”
“Come closer...” Milano commanded, looking at his goddess.
Veronica moved; her head bowed as Milano fluffed her curls with another towel.
“You could become a children’s teacher,” Veronica suggested to him kindly, because Milano seemed not to believe he had inherent teaching qualities.
But Milano didn’t respond to Veronica. Lifting his girl, he carried her to the third floor.
“If my brother sees me like this... then...” Milano suggested as a seer, being completely naked before his goddess.
“He will understand that the peace between us!” Veronica added to his speech, laughing and hugging him when he gently held her waist.
Milano reached his room, pushing the door with his foot and quickly stepping inside.
“Now we are going to sleep, so no sex!” He blurted out, wrapping his goddess in a blanket.
“Your wish is my command, Master,” Veronica quipped as Milano slapped her ass playfully. Veronica scowled at him.
“Don’t frown, little one, or I will spank your butt harder, and it will burn!”
Veronica realized that it is better not to agitate Milano and avoid attracting punishment―he would dish it out for sure; she pondered about his threat.
Anyway, Veronica didn’t want to sit on her painful ass while she makes the new sketches of clothes. She still intended to finish her works and hand them to the nearest agency looking for new designers.