Mafia Desire (Erotica)

Kyle just smiled and kept his opinion to himself. If she loved the man and he loved her, then who was he to judge?

When it was his turn, Kyle confessed to having come from a lower middle income family. He only had one picture of his parents which he showed her and she remarked on seeing both his mother and father’s resemblance in him. He nodded to that as he put the photo away. He gave her a little background on his parents, what they did, the troubles they had relating, but he didn’t go into too much detail on that. He spoke of going through the public school system and how he paid his own way through college where he’d met Gwen. Monique’s eyes lit up when he mentioned her.

“This girl did a real number on you,” Monique observed.

He nodded with a wince. “Yes, I basically gave her carte blanc to change everything about me to mold me into her ideal mate. I lost too much of who I was in the process. Still figuring out who I am.”

She shook her head with a wide eyed smile. “I can’t imagine Dale doing that for me.”

“You have to start with a man who’s trying to run away from the man he might become.”

Her expression showed her compassion. “Your father?”

He nodded.

“If it means anything, I don’t believe you’re emotionally distant. I’ve seen you very much in tune with your true emotions. You’re also sensitive to the emotions of others.”

Kyle smiled. “My mom’s influence. Thank you for saying so.”

“You had a very close relationship with her.”

He nodded. “She had to play the role of Mom and Dad as he was absent for most of my childhood. She was incredibly empathic. I owe her so much.”

“Is she still-”

“No, she passed away shortly after I graduated from high school. It was a sudden thing. Brain tumor. Nothing we could do. It was like the damn thing was suddenly there and growing like crazy. It took less than a month but I got to say goodbye and thanks. It wasn’t a good time but we did our best to stay positive for each other.” Kyle said with a sad smile.

Monique patted his hand then sat back in her chair. “So, in the theme of relaxing what would you like to do this afternoon?”

He shook his head. “What were you going to do?”

“I was just going to lie by the pool, soak up the rays and have cabin boys fetch me drinks,” Monique admitted with a grin.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“That sounds ideal for relaxing!” Kyle admitted with a nod.

“Care to join me?” she asked with a grin.

He nodded so they went back up to the room and changed into their swimsuits. When Monique came out of her bedroom in her white bikini top and a wrap covering her lower half, Kyle did a double take as he hadn’t seen her in this one and she looked very sexy in it.

“You look… incredible! That’s a lovely swimsuit!”

She smiled demurely to him. “Thank you.”

“Shall we go?” he asked and they went down to find some lounge chairs.

They found two at the far side of the pool which made drink delivery a little spotty but Kyle heroically made the trek to the bar to get refills. He was sticking to fruit juice and water but Monique preferred piña coladas.

The afternoon drifted by as they relaxed in the sun, cooled off in the pool, and just talked. There was no pressure to do anything or to be anywhere and they both felt the troubles of the world slip from their shoulders.

Monique had an amazing tolerance for the strong rum they added to her drinks but by the fifth one the alcohol was showing some effect. She was very relaxed and giggled a little too readily at his teasing in the pool. She was looking at him curiously after they dropped their dripping bodies back down on the lounge chairs once again.

“What?” he asked.

“I was just wondering how much different relaxing like this feels like for someone like yourself. Someone who had to work hard to make ends meet. Someone who didn’t grow up in a lifestyle of privilege. Does this seem… excessive? Self-indulgent? … Do I seem spoiled?”

“Yes.”

Her mouth dropped open as her eyes flew wide at his quick response but she burst into outraged laughter when she caught his grin.

Kyle smiled at her cute pout. “I’m sorry. You wanted an honest impression, didn’t you?”

“Maybe with a little more sugar coating,” she said with a smile.

He just nodded and made a face like he was seriously considering new words.

“Never mind! Too late!” she huffed with a spoiled little pout once more.

He grinned as he shook his head. “Of course this feels self-indulgent! That’s the point. However, for me there’s an implicit understanding that this is just temporary. That’s the bittersweet reality that people in my economic situation are faced with. Maybe that’s not a feeling you’ve experienced?” He held her eyes and her smile returned as she shook her head in agreement.

“I have the trust my grandparents set up for me to fall back on and my investments. That’s not counting Dale’s income which affords me a lovely wardrobe of designer clothing and shoes. My home in Santa Barbara is mine. This… is my life.”

“And I’m not saying it’s wrong, it’s just not a lifestyle I’m familiar with,” he qualified.

The corner of her mouth curled up in a crooked smile. “Still, because of your callous disregard for my gentle sensitivities, you’ll have to make it up to me by putting lotion on my back!” She flipped over onto her stomach, pulled her long hair to the side, and presented him with the flawless skin of her back, her exquisite ass, and her long toned legs. “Get to it mister!” she insisted.

He actually found himself pausing. This was typically where things… became complicated. He was reluctant to alter their current friendly relationship. Then again, they could both be adults and he was likely just overthinking it.

She looked over her shoulder at him. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, sorry,” he said with a blush and she eyed him closely before resting her head back against the cushion. He moved closer and squirted the lotion onto his palm.

“You may want to relax your arms by your sides as that makes it easier to do your shoulders,” he suggested.

She moved her arms down. “How does this make it- Ohhhhhhhh… mmmyyyy… gawwwd…” she sighed as he massaged the lotion into her skin, working the knots from her muscles at the same time. He loosened her neck muscles, her shoulders, and made his way down her arms to gently tug each finger. Then he returned to her upper back and made his way down. She was purring happily as he reached the cute little dimples just above her butt. He looked to ensure he’d covered her skin with the lotion. He did a quick job of applying the lotion to the exposed skin on her ass and began his massage once more when he reached her upper thighs. She turned her head and pouted at him.

“What?” he asked, his hands pausing on the back of her thighs.