I think I can guess what he’s referring to …
“It’s about mom, isn’t it? You were in love with her, or maybe you were her boyfriend?”
He looks astounded. “You suspected it all this time?”
I smile ruefully. “It was rather obvious from the way you reacted when I said she was my mom. And, I mean, she was a very beautiful woman, so I’m not surprised. Also, gramps always seemed uncomfortable when your name came up, I never could understand why until our conversation the other day, and then it all made sense. I wanted to reassure you, but it seemed like a sensitive topic, and I didn’t want to bring up anything you didn’t want to talk about.”
“There’s something else you need to know, Evie. She wasn’t just an ex-girlfriend. It’s true that I never did anything with her - you know, nothing like anything we’ve done, not even what we did last night - but Victoria and I were very briefly married before she married your father. It’s one of those things that obviously never made my official bio. We ran off to city hall, and then when we announced it to your grandfather, he told her she would have to choose between me and her trust fund, and she picked the latter, so the marriage was annulled.”
Ah, so that’s what that strange evening was all about!
“Well, if it was annulled, then it doesn’t quite count, does it? Especially if it was that brief,” I reply cheerily.
A look of relief spreads over his handsome face. “So you don’t think I am some kind of dirty old perv lusting after his almost-but-not-quite stepdaughter? I swear, I had no idea you were Victoria’s daughter when I met you.”
I laugh - he sounds so uncharacteristically scrupulous about it all. Conscientious, almost, which is endearing, perhaps because so unexpected, and yet oddly reassuring …
“No, Renzo,” I murmur flirtatiously. “Mostly because I’m not really your stepdaughter, as you point out yourself. And as for you being a dirty old perv lusting after me - I have to say I kind of like that side of you …”
His eyes gleam as I let my hand wander over his chest while looking at him seductively.
“You do, do you?”
His voice is quite different now - soft, growly, suggestive …
“I like your pervy side, Renzo. The side that got even harder when I said I wanted to be your naughty little girl. The side that was talking dirty to me this morning, the side that likes playing rough with me, pounding ruthlessly into me …”
He smiles, this time wolfishly, his eyes dark with arousal.
“I’m glad to hear that, Evie,” he says. “Because I expect you’re going to be seeing a lot of that side of me …”
Before very long, we’re making out in his room again, and he’s undressing me as we kiss, his hands electric against my skin as he eases my dress and panties off.
There’s something about being touched by him that makes me shudder with excitement … Or perhaps it’s the hunger in his eyes as he looks at me, especially now that I’m completely naked.
Up till I met him I’d never realised how intoxicating it could be to be looked at, really looked at, by a man.
To be seen …
We tumble onto his bed. He’s kissing me ravenously as he unbuttons his shirt and takes it off, and once unencumbered by it, he begins moving around a bit more, kissing my neck, my shoulders, and then my breasts, which he cups and squeezes before taking a stiff nipple into his mouth and sucking on it, sending tremors of pleasure up my spine.
His other hand, meanwhile, wanders down between my legs, and he takes a break from licking my nipple to smirk sexily at me when he feels how wet I am.
It’s clear he takes pleasure in my excitement. Of course, it also excites me that he’s pleased, and so it’s a perfect cycle …
His finger slides easily into me, then slides out again before being replaced by two fingers. It’s a sensation that is wonderfully familiar, and for a moment the thought flashes through my mind: I was made to be filled up by him.
I’m still a bit sore from the pounding he gave me earlier, but for some reason it just turns me on all the more, just reminds me of how tightly and perfectly he fit into me …
He explores me for a bit, making me moan, but it seems he wants to make me wait a bit longer for satisfaction this time.
Perhaps he’s punishing me for making him wait for me earlier?
In any case, after letting me buck my hips wantonly into him as I chase my orgasm, he withdraws his fingers, then gets out of bed, where he grabs something from the pocket of the jacket he wore last night, then takes off his pants.
I whimper at first, wanting so much to have something fill up my pussy, wanting so much to come, but when I realise he doesn’t intend to give me what I want, at least not just yet, I make my way to the edge of the bed in the meantime so I can watch him - watch the rippling of his muscles as he undresses, watch the way his splendid cock springs out once freed from his clothing.
He sees me looking at him and smiles. “Lie on your back so that your head’s dangling off the side of the bed,” he orders, his voice hoarse with excitement.
My eyes widen. I know what’s coming up - I’ve seen enough online to know what he’s going to do to me - and as I adjust my position accordingly I feel my juices gushing out of me.
I’m a lot wetter than I even thought I was …
As I expected, once I’m in place, he approaches and taps my cheek, as though telling me to open up wider, and before I know it, I feel the head of his cock between my lips, feel it pushing into me, taste the familiar salty flavor of his pre-cum.
I can tell he’s being careful, and in order to reassure him I begin sucking on his engorged shaft, as if to tell him that I do want to take all of him into me. Of course, I can’t see much apart from his balls, but I hear him groan as he caresses my cheek and pushes further into me, so that the tip of his cock is in my throat.
It feels thrillingly dirty and porny, lying there naked, all up close and personal with his cock and balls, knowing that I’m completely exposed for his viewing pleasure, that he’s completely in control.
A muffled moan escapes me as I open my legs instinctively to show him even more.
His breath catches, and he begins to move in and out of my mouth - slowly, as though to let me get used to it, just enough to make me gag slightly and adjust my reflexes accordingly to compensate for that.
“I want to see you play with your pussy, Evie, but not to the point of coming.”
I obey, whimpering partly from pleasure at being allowed to stimulate myself, partly from disappointment at being forbidden to come.
As I begin playing with my clit and my soaking folds, pleasure floods through my system, and it’s almost as though he instinctively picks up on that, because he starts thrusting harder into me, fucking my mouth.
Between the breath control required to accommodate the face-fucking he’s giving me and the necessity of keeping myself from coming, it’s hard to think of anything else, but fortunately he doesn’t keep me on that edge forever.
Instead, after he’s used my mouth for a while, he pulls out and tosses a small foil packet between my breasts.
When I pick it up, I realise it’s a condom packet that he’s already torn open in preparation for this.
Which is very considerate, since I’ve never handled one of these before, and my fingers are wet from my explorations below in any case …
“Put it on me, Evie,” he growls. “I want to fuck your tight young pussy.”
“You’re not going to fuck me like you did this morning?” I ask, slightly disappointed. “Don’t you want to come inside my pussy, fill it with your cum?”
His eyes darken. “Don’t tempt me, beautiful. There’s nothing I would like more than to fill up your pussy … although giving you a baby comes close. But that won’t be for a while. You’re a great artist, and you’re only nineteen. This is not the time for that.”
“But I want to feel your cum inside me,” I pout flirtatiously.
; It’s funny, this wasn’t something I’d fantasised much about before, but I’m feeling incredibly horny and dirty at the moment, and the idea of feeling his seed drip out of me afterwards suddenly feels terribly compelling.
“If you get on the Pill I’ll give you all the creampies you want, you gorgeous little slut,” he says, his voice taking on a strangely effective combination of authority and velvety seduction. “I’m looking forward to that, actually. I’d like to fuck you in a deserted alleyway, come inside you, and then have you walk home with me with my cum spilling down your leg, so everyone who sees you will know you’re a dirty little whore, and, most importantly, my dirty little whore. Because, just for your information, you’re not going to have much occasion for panties when you’re around me - I’ll want easy access to your pretty cunt, which was made to be filled up as often as possible. Fuck, I’d love to bend you over in the green room and pound you silly before you play a concerto with me, so that I’d know you were holding a bit of me inside you the entire time we’re on stage …”
I feel my lips part reflexively as I inhale, and he smiles, knowing that he’s just turned me on even more.
“But that, beautiful,” he continues roguishly, “that is something that you’ll only get as a reward for doing what I want you to do.”
Oh God. When he’s talking like this, is it even possible to not do just about anything - anything! - for him? …
And so I comply and carefully unroll the condom onto his impossibly thick shaft, thanking my stars that I’ve watched enough informational videos to do this without making a complete fool of myself.
He smiles and runs a finger across my lips as he devours me with his eyes.
Before I know it, I’m lying on my back, he’s pushed my legs apart, and he’s guiding his cock between my sopping wet folds.
Once he’s in place he drives in with a sudden thrust, making me cry out.
I’ve been made to wait for so long that being so deeply penetrated comes almost as a sort of relief. “Oh God, please fuck me, Renzo,” I gasp, “please, I need to be fucked.”
He grins roguishly. “Always happy to oblige you, beautiful,” he growls, and next thing I know he’s kissing me as he pounds into me.
I hold onto his strong back with one hand and run my other hand through his luxuriant hair. It feels good having all that strength and weight on top of me, it’s like being crushed, but in an erotic way, as though we were somehow dissolving into each other.
In an effort to get even closer I wrap my legs around him, and it’s perhaps the change in the way my pussy grips his cock that makes him groan as he takes a break to look at me, his face flushed and delighted, before he redoubles his efforts.
This time it doesn’t take long to push me over the edge.
“Oh God, Renzo, yes,” I stammer breathlessly between kisses as my pussy contracts around him, sending waves of pleasure through me, waves that are so intense that for a moment I think I’m about to pass out. “Oh, Evie,” he groans, and then I feel his cock grow bigger and then pulse a few times inside me before he pulls out and collapses onto me.
We lie there for a moment in sweaty, happy exhaustion before he kisses me again.
“God, Evie, you have no idea how happy you make me,” he murmurs, and though on some level this seems incredible to me, it’s nevertheless true that he looks absolutely radiant, his handsome face flushed, his eyes sparkling with tenderness.
My eyes fill with tears for some reason I cannot quite grasp, except that I do know I feel profoundly moved by what he’s just said.
Embarrassed, I try to blink my tears away, but not so successfully that he doesn’t notice.
“What’s wrong, Evie? Did I say something to upset you?”
“Oh no, no, Renzo, not at all,” I say, smiling at him to reassure him, as he’s looking somewhat alarmed. “It’s just that - that I’m so glad that I’m able to make you happy …”
“My dear girl! Of course you make me happy, why wouldn’t you?”
“I don’t think I’ve ever made anyone happy before,” I blurt out without thinking.
He looks at me incredulously for a moment before his eyes light up with a melancholy understanding.
After a pause, he strokes my cheek.
“It’s all going to be different from now on,” he says firmly. “You’re going to be taken care of, and you’re going to learn that you matter to me, Evie. Because you do - a great deal. I swear I’ve never felt for anyone what I feel for you. And you know what, Evie? I want to make you happy too.”
“Oh, Renzo,” I sigh tenderly. “You already do. I’ve never been so happy in my entire life.”
He kisses me, and then I snuggle up in his strong, manly arms, so protective, so comforting, so securing.
“Does that mean you’ll marry me, Evie?”
I look up at him, my eyes wide.
“M-marry you, Renzo?” I stammer, half-uncomprehendingly at first, before I have the thought that surely he’s joking, or I’ve misheard something.
“Yes, Evie, I am asking you to marry me,” he growls, chuckling slightly at my disbelief.
As my still orgasm-addled brain kicks back into focus, I feel a smile spread over my face, a big smile that I couldn’t repress even if I wanted to.
“Oh, Renzo … Of course I will.”
EPILOGUE
Three months later
So it all worked out in the end, which is why she’s currently sleeping in my arms, to my infinite happiness.
Rather than enrolling at the conservatory, which would require her to be in Milan most of the year, she’s going to continue studying with Alfieri on a less formal basis, so she can travel with me most of the time, while going back for the occasional lesson. I’ve also talked to some of my contacts, and we’re going to try and arrange things so that she’ll eventually have gigs in the cities that I’ll be in, so she’ll have something to do while I deal with long rehearsals rather than just twiddling her thumbs, but also because, frankly, she’s perfectly ready for that sort of thing.
Alfieri told me as much, in a conversation I had with him shortly before the wedding last week, at which he was a witness, of course.
Apparently he’d thought that this arrangement would make more sense for her, given the obvious quality of her playing.
“She’s really ready to launch, of course,” he said, “that’s why I sent her to you. It seemed that the only missing piece in the puzzle was her own belief that she was ready - but with you around I think things could be quite different. She just needed to be seen, you know.”
“Yes,” I said to him, “I thought you might have done it on purpose. But tell me, did you know about who she was? I mean, that she was a Smythson on her mother’s side? Did you send her to me thinking that I was going to fall in love with her or something? I mean, you knew about Victoria, I was studying with you when all that happened.”
“Perhaps - who knows?” he said after a brief pause, then smiled enigmatically, in that elfin, ageless, whimsical way he’s always had about him. “At any rate I thought she would be good for you as well.”
And that’s probably as much of an admission as I’m ever going to get out of him, the dear old fellow.
Of course he was right, as he’s always been.
The last three months have been the best of my life. I haven’t ever lived with anyone before, and I never thought it could be as wonderful as it’s been.
It doesn’t hurt that, as I intuited at the beginning, she’s a very sweet girl. My large extended family adores her, and I don’t think it’s just because they’ve been on at me to settle down for a while - Aurelia’s very fond of her as well, which is more than can be said of some of my ex-flings!
I think it’s been good for Evie as well - I have the distinct impression that all this familial warmth - so different from her own experiences in the past - has been good for her, has brought her out of her shell.
Not that the Smythson side of the equation has been
an issue …
When I first brought up the question of how old Smythson would react to this, she laughed - and, as it turns out, quite sensibly. “Gramps has always preferred concealment to communication,” she noted wryly, “and I think this might be an instance where it’ll actually work really well for us.”
And she was quite right. Not only have her grandparents been perfectly civil, if mildly taken aback and not exactly the warmest ever, it seems they never even bothered to tell her about the old episode with Victoria, so even if I’d never told her, she’d never have found out.
But I’m glad I did tell her.
I must say, though, that I certainly can’t find it in my heart to be annoyed with Victoria any more for her old perfidy - if she hadn’t dumped me, if she hadn’t then run off with this Courtenay fellow all those years ago, Evie would never have existed.
And that would be a terrible shame, because she’s utterly perfect for me. Ever since we hooked up, I’ve had no desire to go back to my old lifestyle, not just because the last thing I want to do is to hurt her, but also because what I used to do seems unthinkably tedious, now that I’ve experienced what it’s like to be with a woman who’s both a lover and a best friend to me.
Because, for the first time in my life, I’ve come to understand what it is people are talking about when they use the word soulmate.
It’s true that the papers and gossip blogs have been rather on at us about the age difference and her relative youth ever since we got married a month ago, but it seems to amuse her in an odd kinky sort of way. I think she likes the idea of being my plaything, likes that everybody assumes (correctly, ha!) that I’m fucking her silly every opportunity I get.
Sometimes I think that’s why she’s more than willing to brave the tabloids when we have our more adventurous escapades …
And we’ve had quite a few - I swear the shy, quiet ones always turn out to have the dirtiest minds!
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