My fiancée consumes too much of me and like an over enthusiastic teenager I come over her hand.
A sticky mess as I grunt up, watching her mouth open as she pulls her hand away. My eyes widening as she brings it to her lips and licks my cum off her.
A soft moan slips through her lips as she cleans her hand with that hungry pink tongue lapping at my cum, turning her wrist so she doesn’t waste a drop.
She’s going to be the death of me.
“Kiss me. I want to taste us together.”
Ilaria’s already pulling me to her lips, her tongue slipping into my mouth as the salt of me mixes with the sweet of her.
Tangy and exotic.
I’m melting into her as we both lay together, naked and relaxed in each other’s arms.
Rolling over I drag her up onto my chest, a single soft kiss to her lips as she lays on me, letting me pull a blanket over us as I think about how I need to get the apartment fixed.
Glad Ilaria made small changes like the pillows on the couch and the blanket that is now covering us.
It’s so normal.
My arm around her, tracing patterns on the bare skin of her back as Ilaria presses her ear to my heart. Her head tucked under my chin as we just breathe each other in. Neither of us break this moment by talking.
It’s so late that it becomes early.
The darkness of the living room brightens as I look up to the sun rising and Ilaria’s head rises as she sees it.
“Want me to get you something to wear?”
She shakes her head as she stands up, making me miss her warmth as she reaches for a hoodie that’s slung over my gym bag. Tugging it on and making me groan at how good my clothes look on her.
Maybe Ilaria is the sun because everything in my life now revolves around her.
She’s moving to the balcony, stopping to grab a bottle of water from the kitchen as she goes. Leaving the door open behind her because she expects me to follow her.
Which of course I do after pulling on my gym shorts.
My arms are around her, both of us quiet again as we watch the way the sun births from the ocean. A whole city around us and yet we’re both focused on the start of a new day.
There’s hope in the sunrise. Like watching it is magic and can somehow transform everything, fix it.
I feel bold and safe.
Nothing can touch us in the moment and the only thing I can do is be better for us both.
“Ilaria, let’s make today a new start. Me and you. No friends or business. We can just have each other.”
She’s quiet as if she’s thinking about it and I hate that she has to think about something that I already know the answer to. Both of us are aware of how much doing nothing but being together can cause chaos in each of our lives.
“One condition. We text every one now and then our phones go on ‘Do Not Disturb’. Only time we can look at a phone is for pictures and buying something for the day.”
“Deal.”
And she lets me kiss her as we start a new day.
No thought of the Cartel shooting up our party.
No thought of Becca being involved somehow.
No thought of Francesco trying to fuck and marry my wife.
All I think about is Ilaria in my arms and how this is the most right I’ve felt in a long time.
29DANTE
Ilaria looks so cute with her hat on backwards, the red on her cheeks from too much time in the sun today making her eyes stand out more.
I should have given her sunscreen.
When I had said a new start I thought we would spend the couch kissing each other and ordering takeout but she had taken it as a full day of dates.
Dates that we should have gotten if we were a regular couple.
Our day hadn’t started until around 11am when we woke up wrapped in each other. Ilaria made me call someone to come clean and fix the penthouse while she showered and by the time I slunk in to join her she was already pulling clothes on.
Two coffees for her and one for me later and we were on the orange line, taking it a stop to State Street where she pulled me off and getting roasted peanuts to eat between sips of her dessert latte she had ordered.
