The dinner goes on after that.
'Raffaele didn't seem to notice anything amiss.' Jaci thinks. However she keeps sneaking looks at Vito from across the dinner table, when he talks, she doesn't follow the words he says, she only focuses her eyes on the outline of his lips, caressing them with her eyes.
When Vito takes a sip of his drink, she watches and swallows as Vito's Adam's apple bobs in his throat and when Vito licks chocolate ice cream off his spoon, she goes over the top in her imagination by picturing his tongue on her clit with the same licking and sucking motion.
Jaci shifts uncomfortably in her seat and notices with a little surprise that she's got her panties wet already with thoughts of him again! Damn this Italian boy! She is going to have to do something about this.
Vito watches Jaci with hungry eyes, the swell of her breast as it presses against her soft velvet gown, he imagines cupping it and kneading it just a bit hard through that dress and pinching her nipples so they get hard and erect so that he can pacify them with his tongue. He watches her closely as she mutters something to Raffaele, laughs, and dangles the little bunch of grapes right in front of her mouth, then sucks on them gently while she casually throws a look at him.
Fuck, just who is this bitch, and what exactly is she driving at?
He tries to distract himself by engaging Jaci's dad in a conversation, "I hear that New York City gets its biggest share of tourists at this time of the year. It would be good for business."
"You've got business running down there? Then you should come to visit us sometime! That's where we live!" Matt enthusiastically replies.
"Yes, Vito, we could show you the sites and help bring our friends to the restaurant's opening when it's time. Jaci can help bring in her crowd too, she knows a lot of people in New York," adds Amelia.
Raffaele looks at Jaci, smiles and dotingly says, "I bet you reeled in all those people your mum is talking about with your brains, intelligence, and charm."
Jaci looks over at Vito and says, "Sure, I suppose I could do that. Besides, Vito's going to be my stepson by extension after the wedding anyway."
Everyone laughs loudly, enjoying the easy humor but not Vito. He sends a dark and loaded gaze toward Jaci. But Jaci only smiles sweetly, bring the game on, boy.
It's nearly midnight when it's time to leave. Raffaele asks Vito to drop off Jaci at the Renaissance building while Trey drops off Jaci's parents back at the Swan since they both want to stay there.
"I'd join you soon, Amore, I just need to tidy up something real quick over here first. Vito will take care of you." Raffaele tells Jaci.
"Do take your time, I'll be alright with Vito," Jaci replies, drawing much instance on the last words. 'I'll be alright with Vito.'
★
It's an hour's drive to the Renaissance building in midtown Milan. Jaci and Vito have driven in silence for ten minutes.
"I never thought I was going to see you again and I had no idea that you knew Raffaele, much more being a son to him," Jaci finally speaks up.
Vito doesn't reply, he just keeps his eyes on the road and continues driving.
Jaci tries another track, "I thought about you a couple of times though, I kept wondering why you never called."
However, Vito still does not comment. Jaci gets fed up and suddenly grabs the wheel with her left hand causing the car to veer to the left and nearly crash into a big tree.
Vito maneuvers to get the car to a screeching halt and turns his laser beam eyes to Jaci who starts to quiver and tremble. Vito recklessly drags his hand through his hair, lets out a breath, and fiercely kisses Jaci. Jaci matches his energy, she gropes for his dick, finds it, and kneads all the while moaning into his mouth as she returns the kiss.
"We've gotta get out of the car. I can't properly touch you the way I want here. I want to fuck you, Jaci. Fuck you till you're screaming my name and no one else's," Vito mutters in a rough whisper.
Vito gets out of the car bringing Jaci with him, he spreads his suit jacket on the grass just off the road and makes Jaci lie on it.
His hands start caressing Jaci's thighs, he finds her panties and slips a thick finger inside her wetness, and slowly and methodically starts to finger fuck her. Jaci can't keep still, she writhes and cries for more.
"You're so wet, brunette. I could drown in your ocean for days."
"Vito, Vito," Jaci only whimpers and softly cries.
Vito tears off her panties in one single motion and puts his tongue on her clit while never slowing down the stroking motion of his finger in and out of pussy.
Jaci starts to thrust her hips forward.
"Don't stop, I love what you're doing with your tongue. I'm going to cum, fuck, Vito, baby!" And she finally hits the climax as Vito never lets up the sensation, squirting all over Vito's blazers and crying out his name.
"It's your turn, baby," she says coyly as she gets up. She expertly takes his dick into her hands, teasing and tasting. She watches him as his eyes get darker and just before he cums, he roughly pushes her head aside, pushes her back down unto the grasses, and pushes his dick into her with one fluid motion.
Jaci gasps, and Vito groans, "I missed being in here. Hey, look at me. I wanna see your eyes and know that I'm all you're thinking about this minute," says Vito gruffly.
Jaci looks at him with her deep enchanting eyes, "Hit it deeper, babe. Fuck me, I missed you more. Show me your prowess, tiger."
Vito goes wild, fucking her as hard as is imaginable, hitting it in all the right places.
Jaci's moans fill the night air and reverberate all around him until he can't hold it anymore and climaxes while holding her so tightly.
"Vito, we've got to keep this a secret, you do realize that, don't you?" Jaci asks in heavy breaths, sweat dribbling down her glowing skin in waves.
"Yeah, I do. It's going to be our little secret. C'mon, let's get back in the car and get to Renaissance before Raffaele sends state troopers to come to look for us," Vito replies.