Mafia Desire (Erotica)

We woke up late the next morning, neither of us feeling particularly energetic after the night before. Luckily, she was now unemployed and had nowhere she really needed to be that morning. We went to a local cafe for a late breakfast and then returned to her apartment to finish packing things up for the move. I made arrangements with the shipping company and filled out the bill of lading as we went. Shipping things to another country was a pain the ass, I had learned from my experience shipping my own possessions back in Austin. I could not have asked for better company, of course, and did not mind the work in the least.

If I were being totally honest, we probably could have finished up for the day much sooner, if one of us hadn’t been distracted by the others ass when she bent to pick up a box and given it an appreciative rub. I refuse to accept responsibility for my actions in that particular situation. There was a magnificent ass in desperate need of a grope and I felt it was my duty to accommodate that need. That rub resulted in a delay that took a couple of hours, although neither of us complained about it. We finally finished packing everything and stacking it in the front room by late afternoon.

A former work colleague of hers came and picked up the bed and some of the living room furniture just before dusk. Neither Amy nor myself felt much need to point out to him just how thoroughly used that bed had been the night before. The apartment had come partially furnished and we made good use of the washer and dryer before packing the sheets away. We’d be staying in a hotel by the airport that night, returning in the morning to meet the shipping company and catching our flight to Athens that afternoon.

Amy balked at me for insisting that she pack a couple of weeks worth of clothes in her luggage for the flight. When I reminded her that it would take at least two weeks for the things we were shipping to arrive, she took my advice and loaded some more things from a box to her luggage. Surveying what she had prepared, I probably shouldn’t have said anything. I’d momentarily forgotten the unwritten rule that women felt the need to pack at least four outfits per day for any given outing.

We were both exhausted that night when we got to our hotel room for the night. Our last night in the States for the foreseeable future was spent cuddling in the hotel bed, watching television and occasionally making out.

The following afternoon, still somewhat in shock from seeing the bill for the shipping, I settled in beside Amy on the plane for our fifteen hour flight. She had both of her arms wrapped around one of mine and her head leaning on my shoulder. She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek, excitedly.

“Do you remember the night you first took me to that Italian place?” She asked.

I smiled at the memory. It was the first time we had gone on a real date, the first night we had sex, and the first night we had spent the entire night together as lovers. There had been one of the best nights of my life.

“Of course I remember.”

“You told me that night that you wanted to take me somewhere where no one knew us. Someplace we could start over and have our life together, remember?” She smiled.

“Yeah, beautiful. I remember.” I brought my hand up and lightly stroked her cheek. She turned her face to nuzzle my palm and sighed happily.

The airline began delivering the safety speech before take off. I watched the rather condescending looking stewardess cut her eyes at each person as she made her way down the aisle of the plane, checking everyone’s seat belts. I remembered watching movies in my younger days that always seemed to feature these incredibly attractive stewardesses and reflected momentarily on the fact that most of the ones I’d encountered in the last few months ranged from looking like angry school teachers to my old high school lunch lady. Not a smoking hot one in the bunch. The recording of the safety message wrapped up and the stewardess wandered into the front cabin for a bit.

“The point is, we’re doing it.” Amy grinned, returning to her conversation. “We’re really doing it. There’s nothing to keep us apart anymore.”

“It was always the plan, baby.” I joked, wondering how easily she could elbow me from her current position.

“Well, you certainly took your sweet time about it.” She chuckled. I couldn’t help chuckling myself.

“I love you.” I said, giving her a squeeze.

“I love you, too.”

* * *

“That wasn’t a real plane.” Amy commented as we stepped out of the tiny airport in Zefiria. We were both stiff as hell from sitting for most of the day on a flight across the Atlantic.

“You get used to it.” I replied as I scanned the parking lot for Margaret.

“Seriously, that was a glorified hang glider. They put us in a slingshot and launched us from Athens.”

I started laughing.

“Jesus, brat. We can take the ferry next time if it bothers you that bad. And here I thought you were always the adventurous one.”

“I am adventurous. But I at least want a parachute if I’m just gonna be flung in the general direction of my destination instead of being on a plane with two wings and an engine.” She was grouchy from the flight and, man, it was showing.

“It had two wings and an engine, Amy.” I sighed.

“Okay, an engine not powered by two hamsters and a rubber band.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose and hung my head.

“I’m gonna spank you in a minute, I swear.”

“Is that a promise?” She wrapped her arms around my waist and grinned up at me. She made it really hard to be annoyed when she pulled her adorable little sister act. She’d had more then twenty years to work on it and she played it to perfection. Especially when she added sexy connotations to the mix.

I brushed the loose strands of her hair from her face as I looked down at her.

“Amy?”

“Yeah?” She was giving me one of her most adorable grins, waiting for the kiss she was expecting.

“Shut the hell up, already.” I smirked. Then I kissed her.

We walked a few yards and I spotted Margaret getting out of her car, waving to us. She gave Amy a huge hug and then did the same to me.

“Was it a good flight?” She asked.

“Long flight. As always.” I replied, then cut my eyes at Amy. “But the longest part was from Athens to here.”

“Shut it, jackass.” Amy retorted.

“You’re brother and sister alright.” Margaret snickered. “Come on, let’s get to the house so this lovely girl of yours can get a shower and settle in before dinner.”

“Where’s Theron?” I asked.

“He had to fly back to London with Damian to meet with some big art buyer. He’ll be back in a couple of days.” Margaret replied as we loaded the luggage in the trunk.

We drove a few minutes and I spotted the coast. I nudged Amy and pointed to the bay.

“Wow. You weren’t kidding. It’s beautiful!” She exclaimed.

“Just wait, this is the view from the cheap seats.” I replied, grinning.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

We got to the house and I showed her the apartment. She walked through the rather small place and grinned widely at me.

“You like it?” I said, mildly surprised.

“I get to spend every night with you from now on. We have our own place and there’s nothing to keep us apart. You really think I care about anything else?” She asked, still grinning.

“Well, when you’re thinking more practically about it, you might. But I like the direction you’re taking it.” I chuckled as she came over to give me a huge hug.

“I think we’ll be just fine.” She smiled. “Now about that shower?”

“Right through there.” I pointed. “Unlike your old apartment, you can’t mistake this one for the bedroom.”

“You could have fucked me in the bathroom all you wanted. I wouldn’t care.” She shot me a sultry look as she grabbed her toiletries bag and walked into the bathroom.

I sat on the edge of the bed and looked over the three room apartment. It really was going to be too small for us. She may think she didn’t care, but the entire apartment was only about the size of our two childhood bedrooms smashed together. I wasn’t entirely sure at this moment how much money had I had because pieces had been selling fairly steadily in London for the past three weeks. I knew it was enough to be able to afford to rent the house down the block, which was much larger than this tiny apartment. There should be more than enough left over to give Amy to invest for us. I’d take her by there tomorrow and let her look over the place, I thought.

I didn’t try to join her in the shower, because there was no possible way we would both fit in the tiny stall. When she came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, she had on a pair of bikini cut panties and a towel draped over her shoulders, covering her breasts. I let out a low breath, and she picked up on it.

“You approve?” She chuckled.

“Oh, I most certainly approve.” I nodded. “You look sexy as hell like that, baby.”

She blushed a little and gave me one of her arsenal of heart stopping smiles.

“You should take your shower, so we can meet Margaret for dinner.”

“I know.” I said, without moving or taking my eyes off of her. She walked over to me and put her hand under my chin, tilting my head up to look at her. Her smile was radiant.

“Hold me a moment?” She asked.

I obliged, wrapping my arms around her, my face pressed against her stomach. She hugged me back for a long moment, before she finally released me.

“I’m not going anywhere, baby.” She cooed. “Go take a shower. We have all the time in the world now.”

She was right, and for whatever reason, it clicked into place in my brain more than saying it over the past couple of days had before. I felt another layer of weight lift of my shoulders that I hadn’t even realized was still there.

“Don’t get me wrong. I adore it when you look at me like that. So don’t ever stop, okay?”

“Not a chance, beautiful.” I grinned as I stood to go to the shower. I made it about three steps before I spun around and pulled her back to me, my erection pressing against her ass. She yelped playfully, until my hand cupped one of her breasts under her towel and gave it a gentle squeeze. Her breathing became a little heavier. I released it and headed for the shower.