Page 143 of Valentino

“He does.” We get back downstairs. “Would you like a cup of coffee?”

“No. But I’d love a wine.”

“Okay.” We make our way back into the kitchen and she takes a seat at the kitchen counter and I fill our glasses.

“So….” Her eyes glow with affection.

“So….” I smirk.

“This is….” Her eyebrows flick up. “Wonderful.”

“Just say it, Mom.”

“Tell me everything,” she whispers. “You know I am dying for details.”

“I know it.” I laugh out loud at her busybody tendencies. “We are just new.”

“What kind of new?”

“Mom.” I laugh.

“Do we have any cheese?”

“In the refrigerator.”

She gets up and peers in. “I’m making us a platter.”

“Sure, why not.” I smile, she’s obviously getting very comfortable and settling in to hear every last of the details.

I hear the washing machine sing its finished song. “I’m quickly going to put my washing into the dryer, back soon.”

“Okay love.” She opens and closes the kitchen doors in search of a platter.

“Down there.” I point to a cupboard as I leave the room and walk down the hall to the laundry room, I open the washing machine and a hand wraps around my mouth and pulls me back onto their body, what the hell? They spin me to face them.

Valentino.

He holds his finger to his mouth and closes the door.

“What are you doing?” I whisper wide eyed.

“You.” He lifts and sits me on top of the washing machine and pushes me back and lifts my feet up to beside my behind.

Oh. My. God….

“My mother is here,” I splutter.

His eyes dance with mischief. “This won’t take long.” He slides his hands into my pants and circles his fingers through my sex. “Oh, there she is, my dirty fucking girl.” He slaps my sex with his fingers. “Always dripping wet and waiting for it.”

“Valentino,” I whisper mortified.

“Shut.” He slides a finger into my sex. “The.” Another finger. “Fuck.” He pumps me deep. “Up.”

“Oh,” I whisper. “You are so….”

He pumps me hard and flicks his thumb over my clitoris.

“Bad.” I shudder.