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Tito

I had barely knocked when Valencia yanked the door open, grabbed my shirt sleeve and tugged me into her room.

She seemed to be incoherent really. Sputtering about leaving the estate while looking panicked.

Finally, I sat her down on the bed and took her hands into mine.

“Ok, calm down and tell me what is going on,” I urged as I looked into her eyes.

Her beautiful, mesmerizing, emerald eyes.

Right now, they glittered with unshed tears.

It deepened their color and I wondered what they looked like when she came.

Did they get deeper in color, or did they lighten up a little?

I blinked hard and pressed the reset button in my brain. The girl was upset and in a panic while I was envisioning her in the throes of passion?

What kind of lowdown, apeshit male crap was that?

I took a deep breath and asked her, “Tell me why you’re so upset.”

“Do you promise to keep it between me and you?” she asked.

I paused at this and then replied, “It depends.”

“On what?” she asked.

The answer was too easy for me. “On whether it would hurt anyone in the Descalia family.”

She had calmed her breathing and tilted her head at me. “I will only hurt you maybe? I mean if you help me.”

I stared at her in confusion but I again knew my answer, “I’m willing to risk myself for you.”

Gazing at me, she studied my face. Suddenly, the sparkle of moisture in her eyes filled so tear drops spilled from her eyes. “Ohhh!” she cried out as she yanked her hands from my grasp and collapsed onto the bed.

I sat there a bit stunned. What the hell?

Turning, I gently patted her on the back in a futile attempt to comfort her.

I don’t think I’d ever dealt with a weeping woman before.

In fact, the last time had been when I was really young and my Papa died.

My mother just wouldn't or couldn’t stop crying.

Still, that couldn’t be counted as experience because I had been dragged from the room by my Uncle Stephano.

I never got my mother to stop weeping. So no, I didn’t know what to do here either.

“I’m sooo sorry,” she wept out as her hands covered her face. “Just leave now, please?”

I couldn’t do that. I’d come here to confess my feelings to her.

To tell her I was falling in love with her.

Whatever had happened before I got here had derailed that for me.

But if I planned on taking her and keeping her with me, I’d better step forward with some help now.

“Tell me what happened. I can’t help you if you don’t. ”

Her crying continued as she stammered a response, “I-I can’t risk you. I h-have to solve it by m-myself.”

I caressed her back now instead of patting it.

“I swear I will not divulge your secret,” I vowed in a bit of panic as I was losing her here.

The next thing she would do is make me leave the room.

Then I think my chances with her would be nil after that.

Especially if it was as she said she needed to leave.

Whatever this was about, it was majorly important to her.

Like my mama always told us, ‘To be a good person, you gotta step up, figlio. Take your spot to help someone else if they need it. If you don’t, you’re just a che bruta cafone.

’ My brother Rocky and I would wince at the phrase simply because when she’d said it in that thick but insulting Italian, it sounded horrible.

Like perhaps the worst thing you could be in life.

The best translation in English or so my uncle explained it would be… An ugly, lowdown, no good loser.

Dropping her hands from her face, Valencia stared up at me. “I can’t do that to you. You have some great qualities, Tito and one of them is loyalty. Take it from me, that is sooo important.”

Ok, now was the time to tell her. I took a deep breath and said, “I think I’m falling in love with you.” My breath rushed out with the words.

Her eyes widened as she sat up and asked, “What?”

I didn’t think I could say it again but I tried, “I think I knew it when I first saw you. You know, like love at first sight?”

She shook her head as she swiped her tears away. “But how can that be? Julianna looks exactly like me.”

I shook my head at her. “No, she doesn’t. Not to me.”

Through her tears, Valencia laughed. “That’s silly, Tito. We are identical twins.”

“I know you think so, but I see all the differences. Like you have these cute little freckles over your cheeks and she doesn’t.

Then while you both have green eyes, one of yours…

The right one in fact, has gold flecks just outside of the cornea.

And yes, you both have that magnificent red hair.

But you have streaks of a lighter red, here and there like natural highlights, I guess and she doesn’t.

” I reached over to grasp a lock of it and rubbed its silkiness between my fingers.

“Then…” Leaning forward, I gently tapped her lips with my fingers.

“You have sort of a crooked smile. Not crooked really but it tilts a little to the left when you grin.

Hell, that's why I am continuously thinking up jokes and stories to make you smile. Just so I can see it again. And your laugh?” I rolled my eyes.

“It makes me feel…well, excited. Too excited. If you know what I mean.”

Valencia’s mouth had popped open as she looked entirely stunned.

I chuckled at her far gone expression then tucked my finger under her chin to lift it up and close her mouth. “Also, your voices are different. Hers is lower in tone while yours is softer and a bit higher sometimes.”

“You really mean this, don’t you?” she asked in a whispered wonder. “Y-you really noticed all of this?

“I did and do.” I nodded. “There is no one else like you, no matter what you think. And I love every inch of what is uniquely you.”

Her eyes now rounded at my statement as she jumped up and grabbed my face with both hands on my cheeks. Tugging me to her, she planted a kiss onto my lips.

I felt a bit surprised, but I wrapped her up in my arms and pulled her onto my lap.

The kiss went on and on. Damn, it made my entire body hard.

Her jasmine-vanilla scent enveloped me like hazy heat inspiring fog.

I wanted her like right now as my cock throbbed in my trousers.

I knew where this would go if I didn't put a hard stop to it.

I regrettably tore my mouth from hers to gaze into her eyes.

They were the deepest green I’d seen yet. So dark now that the gold flecks almost glowed in a contrast of lightness. I literally got lost in her eyes as they stared into mine. I shook my head. I was losing any focus I had as all I could think about was being inside her.

“Why did you stop?” she asked.

“I wasn’t sure…” My voice faded a bit . “I mean….”

“You aren’t sure about you and me?” she whispered to my lips.

“Oh, I am. I really am. I just didn't know if you felt the same way.”

“We are the only thing I am sure of now. No one has ever looked at me like you have. No one ever looked so deep. You might know me better than I know myself. I want you Tito. I mean damn, you are so hot, so fine. And you are the sweetest man to see me the way you do.” This time, she kissed me desperately, clinging to me while rubbing her breasts against my chest.

Finally, she broke the kiss and stepped from the bed.

She looked a little wobbly, so I reached over to steady her. “What are you doing?” I asked.

Slowly shaking her head, she scoffed. “You really aren't out to seduce me, are you? This I can definitely see.” She reached down to grasp the hem of her sundress and tugged it upward then off. “Sooo, guess what?”

I blinked at her instead of answering as her curves were now very visible.

She unclasped her bra and tugged her panties down, kicking them away. Standing in nothing but her skin, she said, “Does this seduce you enough to take what’s yours?”

All I could do was stare.

Stepping forward, she motioned at me. “Now strip.”

I chuckled at her stern order as she was all of 5- foot- 2 and maybe one-hundred and twenty pounds soaking wet.

I could see her sweet pink nipples hardening in the cool air, so I almost couldn’t pull my gaze up to her face.

Doing as she ordered, I stood from the bed and loosened my tie, then took it off. Next, I unbuttoned my shirt.

Getting impatient, Valencia stepped close to me, unbuttoned my pants then tugged them and my briefs down. Discovering the shoes on my feet as if they were an afterthought, she knelt down and grabbed my Italian loafer.

I peered down at her, on her knees, nude at my feet and I got hard as fuck. It turned me on like nothing ever had before in my life.

Pausing, Valencia gazed up at me to see my expression. Licking her lips, she smiled at me.

Damn, this girl knew what she was doing to me!

She took one shoe then the other off and tossed each one away along with my socks. She grunted and motioned for me to sit back on the bed. Once I did that, she took my pants and briefs off.

I was now as nude as she was.

Valencia looked entirely fascinated by my body now as she scooted over while still on her knees. Grasping each of my thighs, she squeezed them. “Dang, Tito. Your legs are like tree trunks!”

I smirked. “Building them had been a contest between me and Rocky. And I won.”

“Obviously!” She giggled then used both hands to explore my thighs. Tracing her fingertips upward, she dropped her touch to my hard cock. Trailing a line upward to my tip. “Well, your thighs aren’t the only large part of your body are they, Tito?”

I smiled as I shook my head. That had been said before by a few females. Yet, with this one, it would be the first time I felt truly supreme about it.

Without any notice, Valencia climbed onto my lap and raised herself up. “Slide that magnificent dick into me, Tito.”