Chapter Five

Part of me is horrified at how I just released my emotions, no holds barred, in front of Emelia, but another part of me is relieved that it was her and not anyone else who had seen me that way.

She is no real threat to me, so her seeing me break down is the least of my problems. She barely reacted to my outburst, other than holding me even tighter than she had been, and although I hadn't realized it—or hadn't wanted to admit it—I had been craving human touch for a while.

Having her embrace me created a warmth inside of me, the type of warmth that I don't often feel with other humans, and even though she's my sister's best friend who I've basically watched growing up, kissing her right now feels right.

I have spent the last week tossing and turning in bed, dealing with florists and caterers, and picking out the best photos of my dead grandmother to place at her shrine. This distraction of a woman's body is already starting to melt the tension in my shoulders.

The familiarity of Emelia, and her closeness with Nonna, seems to bring a different kind of comfort to my mind. One that makes all of this not just seem okay, but exactly right in this moment.

Emelia smells like vanilla, and everything about her is soft yet toned, which seems almost impossible. Even in her six-inch heels, she's still a lot shorter than me. Her hands are on the small of my back as her lips move over mine. She tastes like the sweet red wine I saw her drinking earlier.

The more we kiss, the harder I can feel myself getting, until my pants are barely able to keep me in.

I hesitate for a moment, not sure if this is something she wants, but her roaming hands and seeking tongue make me believe that it is. Maybe all we both need now is a physical distraction from the grief we've been carrying around with us.

I reach down and lift her by her thighs so that she's wrapped around me as I carry her towards the yellow couch. She stops kissing me, and for a moment, I think she's going to protest, but instead, I feel her soft lips on my jawline, then down the right side of my neck.

Goosebumps make their way down my back and arms, the feeling of her lips on my body is making me go crazy with desire.

I grip her tighter and give her earlobe a soft nibble before lowering her down onto the couch. I kiss her again and she bites my lip, tangling her fingers deeper into my hair.

Any doubt that I had of her wanting this as badly as I do right now is gone. She's ready for me and I'm going to take her happily.

I stand over her, watching her eyes glide over my body as I unbutton my shirt and toss it onto the ground. I undo my belt buckle and drop my pants, then I reach up her thighs, scrunching her dress up out of the way as I go. Finally, I slide her black thong down her legs slowly.

For a moment I just stare at Emelia"s clean-shaven pink pussy, it looks delicious. She must sense my eyes because just then, she spreads her legs wider for me to see her even better. I"m eager for a taste and to split that little thing apart.

She's kicked off her high heels already, but this tight dress looks like it's going to be a problem. I pull her to a sitting position and reach behind for the zipper, yanking it down as fast as my fingers allow. As I do, her breasts fall out of the dress, and I cup one with my free hand, caressing and kissing the smooth skin.

Finally, the dress is off, and I take a short moment to admire the bare curves of her body for the first time. She's in good shape, but her natural curves accentuate her sexiness—something I'd never noticed before.

She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down until I'm on top of her. She kisses me again, this time hungry and wanting. I reciprocate, using my hands to discover her body, finishing my exploration in between her thighs, feeling her tight cunt, already wet and ready for me.

"Fuck." I growl, unable to control myself any longer. I lift her leg and angle her body so that I can effortlessly enter her.

First, I just give her my head slowly massaging in and out, getting familiar with her tightness surrounding me. Then before long, I fuck into her fully, hearing her gasp loudly once she feels my dick deep inside her. I pause, making sure she can take me, but when she arches her back, I take it as permission to keep going.

Our bodies find a rhythm quickly, with me entering and re-entering Emelia, thrusting hard and deep, and her body accepting me fully, her hips moving with mine.

She starts to moan, but when it gets loud enough that there's a risk someone might hear, I place my mouth over hers and help swallow the moans as I grind inside of her. She grabs onto my back, gripping it at first, then moving her hands down slowly, scratching me with her perfectly manicured black nails. The pain sends a wave of pleasure through me.

I can tell she's about to cum when she digs her nails into my flesh and her breath comes out in faster, more desperate gasps.

She moves her hips even more, just a bit faster than my own rhythm, which pushes me even deeper inside her, and I release her lips just in time to hear a soft but satisfying whimper come out of her. She smiles up at me, clearly in a state of pleasure.

"Let me get on top," she says in a breathy voice, and I"m more than happy to oblige.

The velvet couch offers very little space to work with, but we manage to switch positions while I'm still inside her, and when she sits down forcefully on my dick it's my turn to gasp.

She smiles again and places her hand over my mouth, the other one on my chest to steady her. She finds a rhythm and rides me at her own pace now, her breasts bouncing with her movements.

I grip her waist, holding her, pulling her as far down on top of my cock as she can be. My eyes close, pleasure pulsing through every part of me.

Emelia moves her hand from my mouth and places it next to the first one on my chest, moving faster, her breath coming out in short, quick gasps that somehow make my erection even harder.

I feel the heat pulsing in my groin, knowing I'm almost there. I open my eyes and watch Emelia, her bouncing tits, her lips just slightly apart, her head thrown back in pleasure.

"I'm coming," I growl, in case she wants to hop off, but I hope she doesn't. I'm not wearing a condom, but I don't want her to slow down or stop now, not when I'm so clo— I come inside of her, my body jerking and an unstoppable moan escaping my lips. As I finish coming, I feel Emelia come for the second time, this time with even more shaking, but she remains silent.

She collapses on top of me, kissing my chest and laughing softly. I close my eyes, feeling her soft, warm skin on mine. I softly graze my finger over her back, soaking in this feeling of complete contentment. She's lying so that my dick is still inside her, and I leave it, feeling a closeness to her that I'd never imagined possible.

"I'd heard rumors, Luca Baldini, but I never expected you to be that good in bed." Emelia says softly, but her words and her voice break the trance of post-pleasure bliss and pull me back into the moment.

I stare at the ceiling in the dark, satisfied but with a strange gnawing feeling starting to develop in my stomach. I give it a minute before I slowly pull myself out of her and sit up, forcing her to sit as well, with us ending on either end of the couch.

The rush of lust has left my body, and suddenly reality comes crashing down on me. I'm sitting in my grandmother's beloved lookout house, surrounded by her garden, with my little sister's best friend, and we've just fucked.

I look down at my naked body, all tension released, but at what cost? How would Nonna feel if she was alive? Would her bond with Emelia mean she'd be okay with me tearing off her clothes and claiming her body? How will Grazia react to this sudden development in our relationship?

I stand up and put some distance between Emelia and myself as she sits up and pulls her dress and underwear back on. She doesn't say anything, and I'm grateful.

I grab my pants and pull them back on, glad that it's dark in here and she can only just see me. I turn to look at her once I'm sure we're both dressed again.

"I—I'm sorry, Emelia…I shouldn't have let things get so carried away." I clear my throat, but then I search her face for how she's feeling. Did I read this situation wrong? Was she just going along with it because of her respect for me? Or was It pity? That last thought makes me feel sick.

Emelia doesn't respond for a few minutes, and she barely moves. The air around us isn't as heavy as I imagined it would be. It's almost like we've broken a tension that's been around for years. Her expression is blank, from what I can make out, and when she replies, her voice is steady.

"Don't be sorry, Luca. We're both adults and we both consented to what just happened. I don't regret it, and I won't in the morning either." She stands up, and I instinctively take a step back, not wanting any more physical contact to cloud my judgment.

I"m suddenly thinking about how this affects life after today.

This isn't one of the women I pick up at the club for a quickie. This woman spent summers with my family. She had her own room in this mansion for when she slept over, and she and Grazia told each other everything, almost like sisters.

I would never want to hurt my sister, but now that's all I can think of—how much this could hurt her. How I might have just cost her a friendship she's had since she started school.

I can't believe that I've just fucked my sister's childhood friend in our family's garden lookout house on the day of my grandmother's memorial. While her casket rests just a few steps away, in our living room.

I swear internally, cursing my own childish ways and poor self-control.

The disrespect I've just shown not just Nonna, but my entire family is unforgivable.