by Cara North
I know it was an impulse because he jerks and I stop.
"I mean, I wish you could ... I know you won't.” He settles back down and I feel the knot I was working on ball right back up in my hand as if I never touched it. I begin to wonder if I am causing him this stress?
"You mean stay here and spend my time equally between getting fat from gelato and giving you massages?” I try to lighten the moment.
"Maybe just the massages.” He relaxes and I continue to work on his back. “Definitely more massages."
"I know I live out in the sticks but I try to go into Louisville once a month and get a massage, do some shopping, run errands. It is so good for you, medically, mentally."
"Okay, okay, I will try to fit a massage in, but only when you are gone. When you're here, I think you should do it.” He lifts his hips and adjusts himself.
"Well if you are expecting a happy ending you better only get that from me.” I lean over to whisper in his ear. “Roll over."
"Come sei bella.” He whispers in my ear and I melt. I am pretty sure bella is girl, woman, or beautiful. I really need to get a dictionary.
"Habla English por fa vor.” I give him a little Spanish phrase I learned in Cali.
"Oh, all right.” He says. “How beautiful you are."
"It sounds,” I start and we both finish with “Better in Italian."
"I know. Let me do my thing here. You want to know what sweet nothings I am whispering in your ear, my darling, you need to get out here and talk to these people, I didn't know more than a handful of phrases when I came here, and I still miss sounds, or words, but I can stumble through conversation, and more importantly, I can woo you."
"Okay so keep wooing.” I kiss his neck, his warm flesh invites my fingers to his chest and I slide through the hair and enjoy it tickling my fingers. I circle each of his nipples and roll my thumbs over them. He sucks in a breath and I bend to suck on one.
"Gradisco voi di piu’ e piu'.” He mumbles. I can't make out the rest. I am trying to hold phrases in my head and his body in my hands at the same time. I give up on the phrases. I let his words wash over me and they turn me on. He could be calling out colors or numbers for all I know, I just like the way it sounds, exotic, erotic, and special, just for me.
I trail kisses down his chest, I lick a line through his abs and kiss his navel. His cock is between my breasts. I have my shirt on but he doesn't care. He lifts into them and places his hands on each one pushing them together. “Mmm, take your shirt off."
I guess he wanted me to understand that. I don't laugh but I am tickled by it. I pull my shirt off. Then slowly, purposefully I unfasten my bra and let it slide down my arms.
He pulls in his lips, I really like when he does that. It reveals his arousal and confirms that I am doing something right. Slowly I let the straps slide down my arms and then I toss the bra to the side. “Hmmm, what could I possibly do now?"
"Woman.” He warns in English.
I laugh then grip with both hands his beautiful thick cock. “You are beautiful Henry, he is magnificent."
I open my hands as I lick him from base to tip. A drop of fluid awaits me there. I dive down on him, taking as much as possible as I twist my hands in different directions. I feel now as though I should have paid for that class, but it was free for me thanks to my job. I decide to revisit the issue in the near future, those people deserve more business.
"God, you're good at that.” He gathers my hair and holds it for me.
Now that he is wet, I put his cock between my breasts and slide them up and down. He lets go of my hair and grabs the side of my breasts. I gather my hair in one hand and balance on the other. I look down occasionally to lick the tip of his dick as it comes closer to my lips. He sets his own rhythm and praises me in both English and Italian.
"One more.” He says and slowly slides up and back. “Okay,” he lets go. “I gotta cool off, come up here."
I start to move. He looks at me, “Pants."
"Oh.” I get it. He doesn't want me to lay up there next to him he wants me to sit on his face. I move quickly and almost fall off the bed.
"Careful.” He laughs. “You're becoming more like Jake all the time."
I don't know why the mention of him during our time makes me jealous but it does. Just like when Jake would mention any little thing about Henry. It seems unfair. I wouldn't compare them, why should they compare me?
"Let me show you what else he taught me.” I decide not to sit on his face. I instead push him like Jake would push either one of us. I turn around so that I face away from him. I grip him with one hand and I guide him in as I squat down. I know he can see better this way. I know he wants to grab my hips, but I also know, thanks to Jake, that I can go deeper, faster, if he doesn't.
Torturously for us both I slide up and down. My thighs can take it, they are strong and I have practiced this move to be sure I can hold it. I bounce several times at the tip. He growls and says a mix of praises. Much like when I worked the knots out of his back, I start slow then increase the pace. I am so excited by the way his feet are moving that I decide to finger my clit and come now, because I don't think he will last much longer.
I rub my clit fast, hard and within moments I am grinding down on him, my knees collapse to the bed and he sits up behind me. “I love when you come, Sonja. I can feel every pulse around me."
His hands come up and he strokes my nipples. I am a bit weak, lazy, and he doesn't seem to mind. I put my weight against him and he kisses my neck. “Mmm, you taste so good So'."
I love his mouth. It seems to always say the right thing in addition to being terribly kissable, and sexy.
"Turn around.” He kisses my cheek and helps me lift and move.
I face him, wrap my legs around him and sit back down on his big beautiful cock. It feels so good on reentry that I moan out loud. “You're so big Henry."
"Say something sweet to me.” He nuzzles my nose with his.
Hmmm, I think about it. I was prepared for dirty talk. This ... “I love your lips."
"Much better.” He kisses me with those lips and lifts into me. His hands grip my back and clasps onto my shoulders.
This is different, more intimate, he kisses me the entire time and I know he is going to come soon. I help him by lifting as he pulls back and lowering as he pushes in. It feels good, so fucking good. He holds me closer, tighter. Eventually we have to stop kissing or pass out from lack of oxygen. He pulls back, gasps, I hold onto his shoulders pushing against them to lift. “God, Henry you feel so good."
"More.” He growls.
"You're strong and beautiful, kind and sensual.” Fuck me he likes to be sweet talked. He gets deeper, rubs just right. “Oh God, right there."
"There?” he rubs again.
"Yes, right there, right, oh ... oh fuck ... Henry.” I come again and so does he. I feel him emptying into me in long streams. My pulsing has stopped yet his is still going. I kiss the corner of his mouth. “You're amazing you know that?"
"I do now.” He says before he takes my lips passionately.
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Just a Girl
Gwen Stefani really knew what she was talking about when she made that song, Just a Girl. My mother has expressed her deep concern over me visiting this mystery friend in Italy. She has expressed it to my voicemail, she has expressed it in e-mail, and she is expressing it in my ear right now.
"This isn't like you. I mean we can't get you to come for dinner once a month unless it can be scheduled, yet he can get you to fly around the world?” I know that under all of her anger there is also hope. I can hear it. She wants to know who he is. I can't tell her.
"Mom, he is letting me stay here while I do work.” I lie. She knows it.
"Sonja Love, don't lie to me!"
"It's complicated.” I answer more honestly.
"I don't like it.” She does too.
"I'm being careful mom, not to worry.” I say that then look in my
purse for my pills. “Uh, mom, I gotta go. I'll call next week okay, don't worry."
"Sonja? Is something wrong?” She is way too perceptive for my own good.
"No.” I smile large so that my inside will reflect my outside when I talk, “I just remembered something I needed to do today."
"Okay then, I'll talk to you soon. We love you honey, be careful.” I tell her I love her then hang up. The moment the phone is on the hook I look out the window and see him coming back up the street with a bag of fresh food.
Shit. Shit. Shit! I count them. I missed two weeks worth of pills. I am in a panic. A full on I need to read the directions because everything I know about anything has fled my mind panic!
"Henry,” I say as he walks in.
He stops, looks behind him, then lifts a brow. “What?"
"Nothing,” I put my purse back on the desk and stand. “I'm just glad you're back that's all."
"Why are you being weird?” He says, as he looks me over. “You were dreading calling your mother when I left, and now you're a little too ... I don't know, but whatever it is it is a little too much of it to be real."
"Why what would make you say a thing like that?” I try to straighten out my skirt.
"Why Miss Scarlett,” He pulls his lip into a half smile, “I don't know what would give me that idea. Maybe because you just turned into a classical movie star or the fact that if you smile at me any harder your teeth are going to break."
He walks on into the kitchen. I open my mouth and my jaws do feel the relief of that tension. I am a lousy actress. I don't know why I try to pretend with Henry when it is his profession, when I couldn't fool my own mother thousands of miles away over the phone!
I move to the sink and begin washing the vegetables. “Henry, I..."
No. I decide it will be better for me to wait and then I may not have to tell him anything.
"Yes?” He pushes a stray curl behind my ear. His thumb strokes the shell of my ear and I just can't tell him. I can't tell him anything. My heart feels entirely too safe with this man.
"Now that work is done, can you show me Italy? Your Italy.” I place a kiss on the palm of his hand.
"Absolutely.” He tilts my chin up and I look at him. He squints a second, he is trying to read me, my face, my expression. “Jacob will be here in two days."
"So then you have to show me Italy for us, and we can share a different Italy with him.” I decide. “Do you think there is enough for both?"
"Definitely.” He leans in and kisses my lips. I breathe deeply and wrap my arms around him. I squeeze too tight. He kisses my temple. “You sure you're okay? I mean if I still had parents, I'm sure they would be freaked out too. If you want, the next time I am in the states, I can meet them."
Thump-thump. It is my heart in my ear blocking out any other sounds. “Maybe."
He chuckles.
We cook.
Henry doesn't just make a meal, he makes a production out of a meal. His fingers are always testing the sauce, he tastes things, as they are closer to being done and he offers me everything on the tip of his index finger, or the spoon, and once by tossing up a strawberry tomato to see if I could catch it.
I did and was applauded.
"Tell me about your work, are you getting enough time to write?"
I nod since my mouth is full.
"I thought about writing once.” He says and I am surprised and interested.
"Really?” What about?” I ask.
"Nothing specific really, a screenplay.” He thinks about it as he stirs the homemade tomato sauce. “And I thought about this book, more like a series of books. I mean when I was a kid I loved to read but it got to the point where I knew what was going to happen. I think that boys need more adventure, more suspense and shorter chapters to keep them interested. Or at least I did."
"So you want to write a children's book?” I didn't see that coming a mile away.
"No. No, I don't want to write anything. I was just thinking.” He shrugs.
"So tell me about the characters you don't want to write about.” I bite my lower lip and he looks at me. Heat flushes his cheeks and I know he has a story already written in his head.
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Kiss of Life
"You can't be romantic in Italy without taking a gondola ride.” Henry tells me as we take in the sites of Venice. “Tonight we will take another ride and you can see the difference."
"I want to take pictures of everything.” I am so excited to be here I am about to spontaneously combust.
"You're going to drop it. Hand it here.” He takes the camera from my hands and then does something I wasn't expecting. “Smile."
I am not smiling in the first picture. I have a look of shock on my face.
"So', do you want pics in Italy that look like you were here, or like you downloaded them from an Italian blog somewhere?” He leans into me and I smile.
"How do you say Beautiful?” I ask and as he swings an arm around me and points the camera at us. I am wonderfully surprised at this.
"Bella, or Bellissima, depending on the situation, and if you are talking to a female.” I know instantly he has called me beautiful during sex many of times. “Bello, or Bellissimo for a man."
"I know how to say hello and thank you, let's see what else I need to know.” I think I can start with some basics. “Hair?"
"I Capelli” He says then touches my nose with his finger, “Il naso,” brushes my check with his knuckles, “la faccia,” he looks at my breasts, “le tette.” He looks at my eyes then leans into whisper in my ear, “Shall I continue or would you like to wait to learn the rest of your body parts later?"
"You are so bad!” I laugh and he snaps another picture. The gondolier doesn't care what we are saying he simply keeps pushing us through the waters of this amazing place.
"If I were being bad I would say, ‘Baso no fa buso, ma xe scalia per anda suso.'” I look at him expectantly. “It's a Venetian proverb, it basically translates to; a kiss won't take you all the way, but it's the stairway to going further."
He lifts and lowers his eyebrows suggestively. I boldly lean over and kiss him. He snaps a picture of that too.
"You're being very comfortable with me. Aren't you afraid I'll sell these pictures on the Internet?” I tease. He scowls at me.
"You wouldn't do that.” He says something to the gondolier and we get out at the next stop.
We walk through the streets until we enter a passageway.
"This is a very secret place.” He tells me, though it is right here for anyone to see. “This passage between the courtyard and the dead end alley has a very special significance."
He takes my hand and we walk through the passage. On a stone, there are the words, “Dio te vede. What does that mean?"
"God is watching.” He says and then shows me the opposite stone, which has a figure of death upon it.
"I don't understand. I thought we were looking at romantic places, is this an alley of death, something scary?” I step closer to him and hope he doesn't say something horrible happened here.
Henry laughs, “The stones were put here to deter lovers. Once upon a time, a guy could kiss a girl and be considered married in the eyes of God. Families would be devastated, young couples married in secret, it was scandalous and romantic, forbidden and yet they could not resist."
I move closer to him now because I am turned on by his passion, not because I am afraid of the location.
It is late when we return to his place. We are both full of food, tired from walking, my camera's memory stick is almost full, and would be completely full if the batteries hadn't given out.
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Dirty Little Secret
"I have something I have to tell you.” I say to him. It is late, we are in bed and though I imagine we could have sex, neither of us initiated it.
"You can tell me anything Sonja.” He tucks a curl behind my ear.
My heart i
s pounding, it is as if it manifested into a sound so loud even he could hear it. Thump-Thump-Thump. Henry lifts his head and looks toward the door. “It's my heartbeat."
He laughs, “No, honey, that's the door."
"The door.” I sit up as he gets out of bed.
"Henry, open up for crying out loud.” I hear Jacob's voice and my heart beats even faster than before. I need to tell them both; I was hoping Henry would help me break it to Jacob. I guess I get to break it to them both.
Jacob walks in, drops his bag. Hugs Henry then starts undressing as he walks towards me. “Scoot, I'm exhausted."
"Actually.” I gulp. “I need to talk to the both of you and I might as well do it now that you are both here."
"I'm early so if it can wait another day, I don't think I can handle anything else.” Jacob says as he slides his naked body in bed with me.
Henry turns on the light and looks at me. “What is it?"
The concern on his face is a reflection of my own I am sure. “I missed a ... week."
Like a nail gun, I shot the words out.
"A week of what?” Henry squints, a look I now know as his processing face.
"A week of my birth control pills.” I close my eyes. I don't want to see their faces. I don't want to tell them the whole truth. I mumble out the rest, “Maybe two."
"Could you be pregnant?” Jacob sits up in the bed. I can't see it, I can feel it.
I shrug, my eyes still closed.
"God, please...” I feel the tear stream down my cheek as Jacob continues. “Please let it be mine."
"What?” Henry and I both say. Henry shouts it, I whisper.
"I need it to be mine.” He says.
"What the fuck is ... Jake, why are your arms bruised?” Henry steps toward him and grabs his wrist. He has bruises where his veins are, and one on his right hand. “What the fuck?"
"I don't want to talk about it tonight okay?” He says and looks to me. “Sonja please, tell me you're pregnant."
"I ... I...” I don't know, and I sure don't know what to say right now.
"You ... first off, she can't know that right now. Second,” Henry pulls Jake's arm and his attention. “You need to explain this shit now."
