Love Made in Italy

by Ava Danielle

  “I know I didn’t have to. I wanted to. I wasn’t going to leave you alone like that.”

  From that statement alone, I’m pretty sure I’m not the only girl that gets this kind of treatment. He’s done this a time or two and it doesn’t seem to bother him. For me though, it feels special. No one has ever made me breakfast, especially not the morning after a drunken night like last night.

  While we’re enjoying the breakfast, I decide to ask him some questions.

  “Where in the states are you from?”

  “Las Vegas. You?”

  “Seattle.”

  “That’s not that far,” he says as he starts to get up and cleans up my kitchen.

  “Far from what?” I ask him curiously.

  “From Vegas. It’s not that far.”

  “Yeah. I don’t plan to ever go back though.” I probably shouldn’t have said that.

  “Why?”

  “No special reason. You don’t need to clean up the kitchen. I can do it later.” I say as I try to help him put some of the dishes away.

  We are at a standstill together, in my small kitchen, only inches away from each other. There’s this connection between us, neither he nor I can decide what to do next. There’s a long pause. I want to touch him. I want to breathe him in. But I’m frozen. I don’t know how to go further with this. I want to. I want to so badly.

  I start to bite my lip, staring right at him. I watch his tongue lick his lips.

  The doorbell rings. The stupid, stupid doorbell rings. And we are both brought out of our trance. Under my breath I curse whoever is at the door. This better be important.

  Mr. Luciando storms into my apartment and mentions repairing the toilet with his ridiculously broken English. He bitches in Italian and English and I really have no idea what he’s trying to say. It’s a bit amusing, even Daniel is in the kitchen giggling.

  While Mr. Luciando is in the bathroom, Daniel and I have straightened up the kitchen together. He tells me a bit about his studies and his plan to become a teacher for international students. He knows what he wants and I admire that a lot. In fact, I’m a little jealous. Don’t get me wrong, I love what I do, but I do feel like there could be more. But it was a start to get out of Seattle, and I jumped on it. I wouldn’t want it any other way, right now.

  “So our 2 o’clock date, is it still on?” Daniel asks me.

  “Of course. I need to get a couple of things. Unless, I mean, if you want to,” I ask realizing that he could be sick of me.

  “Of course I do. I do have to go home and change though. Meet there?”

  “Yep. Thank you again Daniel, for last night. And I’m sorry for my behavior.”

  Daniel walks up to me, takes a strand of my hair and places it behind my ear. He gives me butterflies. I don’t want this moment to pass. I desperately want to kiss him, but I want him to be the one to kiss me. I need his lips. But, once again, Mr. Luciando interrupts us. Son of a Bitch! That man has really bad timing.

  “Scusi. All finito. Ciao.” He says leaving the apartment.

  Both Daniel and I stand there laughing. He kisses my forehead.

  “I’ll see you at 2, Bella.”

  And with that he blows me a kiss and walks out of my apartment. There was a kiss going to happen. I just know it. I didn’t imagine all that. I know I didn’t.

  Once I’ve put on my yellow dress and brown sandals, I grab my purse and get ready to head to the market. I’m excited and nervous. He makes me feel giddy. He brings out feelings in me I hadn’t felt in, I think ever. He’s got that effect on me. But it also scares me. With my nightmares coming back, who knows how well that’s going to work out? It worries me. For now, though, it’s time to meet Daniel and see what the day brings. It’s fun to be around him and a little fun never harmed anybody.

  I walk through the market, looking at the little concession stands; the stand with the scarves catches my attention. Looking through the hangers I find this beautiful blue and yellow chevron scarf, the coloring is just perfect. As I pull it off the hanger, ready to go pay for it, I feel a hand on the small of my back. He whispers in my ear, “It’ll go great with this gorgeous dress you’re wearing.”

  He pulls it out of my hand, when I realize, it’s Daniel, going up to the owner and paying for it.

  “You didn’t have to do that,” I follow him.

  “I know, but I wanted to.”

  “Okay. Well. Thank you,” I say confused.

  “You look stunning, Sophia.”

  “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

  And I’m not kidding. He looks absolutely striking. I love the red jeans on him and the black and white striped shirt. He’s downright sexy. He gelled his hair and I’m just taken aback by how good he looks. His pearl white teeth make me melt when he smiles. That smile, damn, it makes me wet. He’s got that European vibe. I’ll have to ask him if he’s got Italian genes, because he sure looks it. I finally catch myself staring at him and try to look away, only to feel his arms around me. He pulls me in to his embrace, and kisses my forehead.

  “Let’s go explore,” he whispers at me and takes my hand. But we don’t move until he wraps the scarf around my neck.

  “Looks sexy on you,” and he winks at me.

  Now I’ve come to realize, I will kiss him later, no matter what. I need to feel his lips pressed against mine, I can’t wait much longer. I’m longing for him. And it’s starting to drive me crazy. Holding his hand walking the streets of Sorrento isn’t really helping either.

  “Want to get some ice cream?” he asks as we wander, aimlessly.

  “Sure, lead the way.”

  When, suddenly, as we approach the gelato shop it starts pouring. On top of that, the shop was closed.

  “Oh no. It’s closed, Daniel.”

  “What?”

  “It’s closed!”

  Daniel starts to laugh. Full out belly laugh. And I’m just staring at him, getting drenched. He pulls his sweater off and wraps me in it. We’re body to body, the rain pouring down on us. I look into his eyes, never taking them away. Those lips, I keep looking at those lips. The lips I’ve wanted to kiss all day. He starts to smile at me. And I feel like falling into him. Before I could even attempt that, he licks his lips and inches closer and closer to me. He’s breathing into me; my lips parting, ready to feel him. I want him with every fiber of my being. His lips inch closer to mine, barely touching, but touching enough. He’s pressing them against mine. I take a deep breath, at the same time as him. We kiss. We kiss long, in the pouring rain. I’m still wrapped up in his arms as he continues to kiss me. His kiss gets intense. It’s exhilarating. It’s hot. And I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop. Unable to breathe, we both release.

  “Wow,” he whispers.

  I’m speechless. I have no words. I want more, actually. He takes my hand and leads me under a roof of a building to take cover from the rain. He wraps his arms around me and holds me.

  “Now what?” I ask him.

  He pulls me out of his arm and looks at me. He lifts my chin to look up at him and places his lips on mine. He kisses me more. Passionate. Sexy. Steamy. I can’t think clearly. He’s perfect.

  “Daniel.”

  “Sophia.”

  I pull out of his embrace, trying to catch my breath. I need to slow this situation down.

  “My place?” I ask him.

  Hoping he says yes. I want to be around him. But I want it to be only him and me. I want to kiss him without an audience. I want to feel his body. I want so much. I watch him as he debates his next answer. He doesn’t hesitate though and nods his head, “Let’s go.”

  We wander back to the bus stop and wait for the bus. As we sit in the bus stop, he has his arm around me. I feel so comfortable around him. I lay my head on his shoulder. Our hands are entwined. And I’m craving him. I’m craving him so bad. His heating body parts I had forgotten existed.

  When we get back to my apartment it’s still daylight, but the pouring rain is distra
cting. I look out the window, after closing it, as he walks up behind me and wraps his arms around me.

  “We don’t have to do anything, Sophia. But I can’t control myself around you. I don’t want to take my lips off you,” he says as he kisses my neck.

  His lips kissing every inch, it’s turning me on so much. He lights a fire in me.

  I turn around, take his cheeks in both of my hands, get on my tiptoes and kiss his lips.

  “Daniel.”

  Before he lets me finish my sentence, his tongue finds itself in my mouth. He’s staking his claim right now. He’s making me his for the moment. Our tongues dance together. They pick up speed, as his hands wander across my chin, down my neck, and over my chest. I feel his hand caressing every part of me. I’m having a hard time keeping up. Breathing isn’t easy.

  He stops and admires me from head to toe, turns me around, and unzips my dress. His fingers running across my back is sending a shiver through my body. He knows exactly what he’s doing. I swear I feel him smiling. He slips off the left strap, then the right, letting my dress fall to the floor. Everything seems to be going in slow motion. I stand before him with my back to him, wearing nothing but my matching white lace panties and bra. He’s taking forever touching me. It seems like a lifetime, when I feel his fingertips graze my back. He’s circling around every scar on my back. He’s running his finger across my collarbone, along my neck, and over my earlobe. I tilt my head to the right, when I feel his lips press against my neck, licking up to my ear.

  “You taste so good, Sophia.”

  A small quiet moan escapes my lips. I try to remember to breathe. He’s making me feel so good. His hand grazes along my breast. He unclasps my bra, letting it fall. His fingers trace around my nipples, squeezing them and sending lightning through my body. With every touch, he ignites me. Every touch awakens my desire.

  “Let’s go to your bedroom,” he says as he pulls my hand and leads me into the bedroom. I’m wearing nothing but my panties and he’s still fully clothed.

  “Not fair,” I whisper.

  He stops and looks me, raising an eyebrow.

  “Not fair?”

  “Yeah, not fair. You’re still wearing your clothes.”

  He smiles.

  “It’s more than fair. You’re hot and I’m enjoying the view. A lot!”

  He pushes me on to my bed and slides on top of me. He takes my breasts into his hands and starts to caress them, licking them, biting and nibbling on my nipples. My breath hitches in my throat.

  “Oh god, Daniel.”

  “You like that?”

  “Mmmm hmmmm.”

  He kisses my lips, passionately and hard. There’s so much heat. I never want this moment to end. His lips, they taste like champagne: sweet, dry, and incredibly delicious. He’s ravishing every inch of my body. He’s consuming me, taking me for his own.

  “Daniel, I want you.”

  “Soon, baby. Soon.”

  He continues kissing down my stomach; inch by inch. Once he gets lower, he finally decides to take his clothes off. I watch him intently. Every move he makes electrifies me. I bite my lip and he smiles at me. He’s so fucking handsome. Even if I tried, I couldn’t stop looking at him. He has me completely intrigued. He’s got my full attention. His touch overwhelms my senses. The world melts away and it is just him and me, alone.

  He slides off the foot of the bed and begins to strip. As he takes his shirt off, he never takes his eyes off me. As he unzips his pants I watch every movement. My excitation envelops me. I feel like I’m watching the greatest present in the world be unwrapped. I watch his every movement. He unbuckles his thin brown leather belt and lets the ends hang free. I almost reach to help him in his short-lived struggle with the silver button on his red jeans. He slowly slides the zipper down, excruciatingly slow and seductive. My attention never leaves his expert hands until he effortlessly pushes his jeans to the floor… There it is. There is my gift. I can’t imagine a more beautiful man, than Daniel, standing before me, naked. The realization that he is mine overtakes me and my breath catches in my chest. He hooks his thumbs under the sides of my panties. I lift my hips as he slides them over my ass, down my legs, and past my feet. I moan.

  I lie naked before him. I stare, unabashedly, at his beautiful cock, proudly standing out, demanding my attention. I begin to sit up as he stealthily moves to the side of the bed and gently pushes me back down.

  “You’re so gorgeous, Sophia. And, the way your body reacts to my every move and touch is so fucking hot.” He murmurs as he slides back into my bed. I feel the heat from his body against me.

  He kisses me as his fingers glide across my breasts, down my stomach to my extremely wet pussy. He caresses my thighs and cups his hand over my delicate folds. The heat of my desire held in by his hand is overpowering. He traces my lips with his finger, parting them ever so slightly. I feel his finger spreading my slick wetness over my pussy. He pushes his finger into me and I gasp. He’s gentle. But he’s also rough. It’s like he’s claiming his stake. He’s possessive, but it feels different. It feels like he’s protecting me, more than owning me. I yearn for this feeling every night I spend alone.

  “More, Daniel. Give me more.”

  And he does. He pushes his cock against my opening, gently forcing his way into me. Slowly, he stretches me around him. He’s bigger than I imagined and as his head disappears between my folds, I let out a gasp. He stops and just holds his position while I get used to him filling me, stretching me wider than I can remember. I wrap my legs around him and pull him deeper. My wetness makes it easy for him to glide deep into the depths of my being. He’s sweet, gentle, but oh so rough when he slides out and just as I feel his head leave me, he buries himself to the hilt with one thrust. I feel his clean shaven balls slap my ass. His short trimmed pubic hair is rough and scrapes across my clit with each thrust.

  He slides in and out, going faster and faster, as our breathing and bodies become one. He’s making me shake. I feel the not unfamiliar sensation of my muscles beginning to tense. I lock my ankles behind his ass and pull him deeper than ever. As I am fully impaled on his throbbing shaft I feel the release of my own earth shattering orgasm. My pussy clenches him and holds his cock prisoner deep within me. I feel him twitch and shutter as he fills me with the first hot blast of cum, followed with stream after stream of his cum filing me until I feel it sliding down my crack and dripping onto the sheets. As we cum together, tears flow down my cheeks. Daniel gazes into my eyes as he, slowly, slides out of me and leans his forehead against mine.

  “Are you ok?” he whispers.

  I’m in tears. I sob, uncontrollably and I’m not even sure why. I loved every minute of what we just did, but I feel empty. I feel used. I wanted this, just as much as he did. Didn’t I?

  “Sophia, you’re scaring me.”

  “I’m sorry, Daniel. It’s just.”

  “Just what? Did I hurt you?”

  “No. The opposite.”

  “Please, explain.” he murmurs.

  If only I could. But I’m not ready to discuss that part of my life. I’m not ready to relive those memories. I let them go. Why are they haunting me now? Why did they all come flooding back? I don’t need those feelings reappearing. I worked them out. I know I did. Didn’t I?

  Daniel pulls me into his arm, and this, right here, is when I realize, he’s more than just a man I met a week ago. He means something to me. What we just did, it was magical, and something that I will never forget. If only the past would leave me alone, I could be his.

  As we lie in each other’s arms, I hear the man with the mandolin. Speechless, I take in every chord he plays. It’s perfect. Even as I struggle with my inner demons, this is perfect. I don’t want him to ever let me go.

  Daniel and I fall asleep on my bed. I’m wrapped in his arm, nuzzling into him. We’re both naked under the sheets. This is something I haven’t experienced in what seems like a lifetime. It really is like riding a bike. Even if you hav
en’t done it in forever, you never really forget how, even if you do forget how it makes you feel. This is the most amazing feeling.

  As I try to quietly slide out of the bed to the bathroom, Daniel awakes.

  “Where you going?”

  “Pee. If that’s ok with you.” I stick my tongue out at him.

  “Sophia, if you’re not careful with that tongue, we might need to start round two.”

  “I see no problem with that, but I have to pee first,” I stick my tongue out even more as I walk away.

  I look myself over in the mirror before I return back to the bed. I don’t know why how I may look bothers me, but it does. I want to make sure I don’t look like a slob and I have to admit, this is the first time this has ever concerned me. I’m usually not about looks and making sure I look my best. The other person will either accept me the way I am, or not. That’s their loss, not mine. Having Daniel in my bed changes that though. He is starting to mean something to me. No, he already means the world to me.

  “Where have you been all my life?” he asks as I lie back down and put my head on his chest.

  “Right here. Waiting on you.”

  He kisses my forehead as he wraps his arms tightly around me.

  “Do you want to talk about last night?”

  I debate. I debate for a long time. It’s too soon though. I can’t go there yet, especially not with him. What will he think of me?

  “No, Daniel. I’m sorry if I worried you. I’m fine. Can we just forget it?”

  “Actually, we’re not going to forget about it, but I will wait until you’re ready. I can tell something is wrong and I want you to know that I’m here for you. I’m here to listen. I’m here to understand. I won’t judge you, no matter what it is, if that’s what worries you. I won’t let it go entirely, but I will for now. Just so that’s clear. I like you Sophia. I know it’s only been a week, but I like you more than I can explain and I don’t want you to slip away, so I’m here for you. Regardless. Rainy Days, Sunny Days, I’m here.”

  I smile. I don’t know what to say to that. That nearly brought me to tears. He’s something else.