Chapter 10: Chapter 10

The sound of our ragged breathing filled the air as we collapsed onto the bed.

With his lips on mine, Stefano slipped his hands under my shirt and cupped my breast. His fingers grazed my hardened nipples, and I couldn’t help arching into his touch.

It’d been such a long time since we’d been together, and my body felt all the more sensitive for it. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, desperate to feel his warm body against mine.

Our lips parted, tongues battled, and hearts connected as we gave in to this feeling. His touch scorched my skin, peppering goosebumps along my arms and opening my floodgates.

He pulled away to paint my neck with his soft lips, sucking my skin with a vigor that made me feel wanted. His hand fondled my breast, and I tilted my head back and moaned.

“Stefano.” His name fell like a breeze that tickled the air between us.

His mouth left my skin long enough for him to tug my shirt up and over my head. Then he was back to caressing me, leaving a wet trail along my collarbone and down to my now bare breasts.

He took a nipple into his mouth as his hand kneaded my other breast. My body shuddered, and the feeling heightened the tingling in my core. I squirmed as my panties grew damp at his touch, loving the way his tongue flicked my hardened peak.

Stefano left my breast to latch onto the other one. His hot breath weakened my senses, and I slammed my thighs together to try to give me the friction I needed.

It wasn’t enough.

I slipped my hands under his shirt to trace the fine lines of his abs. They tightened beneath my touch, and I increased my exploration as he continued to shower my body with his attention.

His skin was rough in some areas, smooth in others.

I loved the way he trembled at my touch. It made me want to tease him more.

My hands trailed down to trace his V-line, but just as I intended to go lower, his hand gripped mine, stopping me.

He released my nipple to look into my eyes and shake his head. “No, tonight is about you. Let me taste you.”

How could I say no to that?

I nodded and pulled my hands back. I watched as he placed a kiss between my breasts before hovering his lips above my skin and moving down my torso to my navel. His breath tickled me, and I squirmed impatiently.

His fingers gripped my thighs and spread them apart. His face disappeared, and my body tensed in anticipation.

My panties clung to my wetness, and I felt his hot breath as his mouth descended over the fabric. My body jerked, and a whimper slipped from my lips.

“Stefano.” His name was the only thing I could get out in the moment.

I was frustrated. The teasing was too much.

He chuckled against me, the vibrations shooting heat straight into my wanton center. My fingers found their way into his hair and gripped it tight.

“Hurry,” I urged, willing him to take me. My pussy pulsed greedily, awaiting his touch.

“Yes, ma’am.” His fingers slipped under my panties and pulled them aside. The cold air instantly met my bundle of nerves, but it wasn’t cold for long.

His tongue flicked out and ran across my sensitive folds, shooting pleasure straight through me. My hips lifted, but his hand gripped my waist and pushed me flat on the bed.

I squirmed and moaned as his tongue traced the peaks and valleys of my pussy, grazing the apex of my engorged clit and driving me crazy.

“More,” I gasped as I ground myself into his face, desperate for the relief that was building in my lower stomach. “Yes.”

I came fast and hard, my body shuddering in ecstasy.

Stefano lapped up my juices and then slid my panties down and off. He discarded them on the floor, his eyes never leaving my body. He was entranced, his dark, hooded eyes sucking me in like no other could.

He quickly removed his clothes as well and lined himself up with my entrance. He fisted his cock and gave it a few pumps.

I bit my lip before grabbing my leg and lifting it until it was over my head. I’d always been flexible, and I knew how much he loved exploring how far I could stretch.

“Fuck, Catalina.” His accent was thick with his arousal as he clutched my waist and tugged me closer. Without warning, he sank himself into me.

I moaned as my walls expanded to accommodate his girth. They sucked him in, almost desperately, convulsing around him until he moaned.

He paused halfway through to allow me to adjust before pushing in fully. My breath hitched, and there was a faint tinge of pain before pleasure fully overtook me. It was like his body remembered mine as he hit my walls in all the right areas.

Just like when we were together before, he made a mess of my insides, his thrusts hard and powerful. The bed creaked with the force of our movements, and I sank my nails into my leg to keep my grip on it.

In this position, I could feel him deep inside, and I loved every second of it.

He leaned down to capture my lips in a heated kiss as he thrust in and out of me.

He teasingly slowed down, and as I got frustrated, he went harder, faster. He knew exactly what to do to get me riled up. He commanded every moan that slipped from my lips, every shiver that shook my core, and every drop of my nectar.

This was the man I hated to love, but with him, I could cherish the good in my life and swallow the bad. My protector, my warmth.

My Stefano.

“Catalina.” My name rolled off his tongue as he moaned. His body stiffened, and his erratic thrusts slowed to meet mine. We grinded into each other as we met our highs, tipping over the edge of ecstasy.

His hot cum sprayed my walls, and my body shuddered as I reached my second climax. We collapsed onto the bed, fully spent, but very satiated. He pulled himself out of me and wrapped me in his arms, rolling us so I lay on his chest, my ear against his heart.

The heavy thumps were a lullaby that spoke of my exhaustion.

So much had happened in the span of one day. It was an emotional roller coaster that ended on a high note.

As I listened to his steady heartbeat, I was transported back in time. To when I knew nothing but the love of the man I’d met at a bar. A man who was willing to be silly and loving, just because I asked.

~“Stefano.” I excitedly ruffled through my bag the moment I got to our table. This was our fifth date, and I really wanted us to do something special together.~

~I took out the two small cardboard boxes that I had punched holes in and shoved them in his face. “Look!”~

~He chuckled and took them from me. His eyes traced the lines I had scribbled on them. “Did you bring trash to our date, amorina? I thought you loved me more than that.”~

~I rolled my eyes and smiled. “Oh, stop. They’re not trash. I read about this online. Let’s take a walk in the park after dinner and collect some flowers. We’ll make cardboard bouquets. It’ll be cute!” I couldn’t contain my excitement.~

~I’d always wanted to do this, but because I’d been single for so long, I’d never had the chance. But that changed. All thanks to the man sitting across from me.~

~He raised his eyebrows, his eyes glistening with amusement. “I’ve never heard of such a thing. Is it common?”~

~“A lot of people do it. We can make a bouquet for each other.”~

~“Really?” He eyed the cardboard boxes skeptically. “Why not get an actual bouquet? I’m sure that would be prettier.”~

~I groaned. “It’s not about how pretty it is. It’s about the time spent making it.”~

~“It seems a bit…”—he searched for a word, his wrist turning circles in the air—“childish.”~

~My mood quickly soured, and I glared at him. “Does your love have an age on it? If you don’t want to do it, just say so. Give me back my boxes.” I leaned over and yanked them from his hand.~

~He stared at his empty hand in disbelief before looking at me. “I didn’t say I didn’t want to.”~

~I huffed. “You didn’t have to. It was implied.”~

~He chuckled.~

~“Is something funny?” I snapped.~

~“No, it’s nothing.” He stood from his seat and glanced at his watch. “I’ll tell the hostess to move our reservation back. Let’s go.”~

~I furrowed my brow. “What? Where? We just got here.”~

~He quirked an eyebrow. “You wanted to pick flowers, didn’t you? I know a great place.”~

~I glanced at our table. “But what about dinner?”~

~He grabbed my arm and tugged me up. “That can wait. Like you said, love doesn’t have an age on it. Tonight, my love will be five years old.”~

~I laughed. “What? You’re ridiculous.”~

~“Let’s go,” he said, leading me out of the restaurant. That night was when I realized that love had found me.~

Would Stefano ever be silly again? Would he pick flowers with me just because I asked?

I fell asleep with my head on his chest, wondering if we would ever return to a time where the stress of his family, and these games, weren’t a part of our lives.