Chapter 14

Chapter 14

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I was aware of a pounding thrumming against my head as I rolled over onto my stomach, burying my head in the pillows. What had possessed me to drink so much. More specifically, what had possessed me to agree to go out to a club last night with Isabella when it was clear I had passed over that hill a while back?

I eased my eyes open slowly, trying to ignore how the sun stabbed at my eyeballs, and rolled out of bed. I stumbled to the bathroom, almost singing my Bellezza's praises when I saw that she had laid out some aspirin and a glass of water on the counter.

I quickly swallowed down two, washing them down with the water before brushing my teeth and stripping out of my boxers as I stepped into the shower. I hissed as the cold water pelted against my skin, forcing my body to wake up, and helping my headache to subside slightly.

I was feeling more alive by the time I got out the shower and quickly threw on a clean pair of boxers before heading into the kitchen where I could hear the clanging of saucepans. I stood in the doorway for a minute, watching my Bellezza shimmy and sway around the kitchen along to the music coming from the iPod dock, her short, silk robe barely covering the ripe cheeks of her ass.

It wouldn't have taken a genius to figure out that she was naked underneath it, but I forced myself to not think too hard about it and walked up behind her. The whole kitchen was trashed, bowls and utensils lying everywhere. The counters were covered in flour and pancake batter as she attempted to make pancakes.

"Fuck," she muttered, scraping a burnt pancake off the bottom of the frying pan and throwing it into the trash with a huff.

"Such dirty words shouldn't be coming out of such a pretty mouth," I murmured as I wrapped my arms around her waist, my face nuzzling the side of her neck. She relaxed back into my arms, angling her head up as I pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

She hummed against my lips before pulling away, focusing her attention back on making breakfast.

"I didn't wake you up, did I?" she asked, pouring batter into the frying pan.

"No, the pounding against my skull was what did it," I explained, and she twisted around, her lips set in a pout.

"My poor baby," she said, leaning up to place a kiss on my stubbled cheek. "I was going to make you breakfast in bed, but since you're up, why don't you set the table, and I'll see if I can scrounge up the pancakes that didn't fall apart and... or burn.”

She turned back around before I could say anything, and I reluctantly stepped back, going to the cupboards to find the plates.

We were currently in Milan since Isabella had insisted on doing some shopping in what she called "one of the shopping capitals of the world." We were staying at my grandparents' apartment, which they only used during the ballet season.

They had invested well in the past years, gaining a little nest egg, allowing them to live out the rest of their retirement in comfort.

I had only visited it myself a few times over the years, mostly spending all my time in Florence, but I could still remembering coming to watch the Nutcracker during Christmas when I was younger.

Once I had finished setting the table, I poured us each a glass of orange juice and started up the coffee machine. Since I didn't have a newspaper, and I was in no shape or form ready to leave the apartment, I sat at the table reading up on current events on my iPad.

I was happily surprised when I found that Isabella had not only made pancakes, but had also grilled croissants stuffed with cheese and scrambled eggs.

"Nonna must have really rubbed off on you," I commented as she poured my coffee in a mug, and set it on the table. I was thankful that hangovers never affected my appetite; if anything, they increased it.

She gave me a bashful smile and waved me off. "Its not that good, but I'm kind of getting the hang of this cooking business," she said, but I could see the triumphant spark in her eyes, belying the way she brushed off my praise.

Isabella and Nonna had met up a few times while we were still in Florence, and at Nonna's insistence, Isabella was forced to take cooking lessons from her.

Isabella watched me closely as I ate, trying to gauge my reaction to it.

"So," she urged once I had eaten a bit of everything. "Is it good?”

"It's delicious," I told her, and, an she looked at me expectantly.

"But..." she pressed, wanting my complete honesty.

"Well, you could go a little easier on the salt in the eggs, and I think you put nutmeg in the pancakes, but apart from that, it's great.”

She thought it over for a minute before shrugging. "I guess there is always room for improvement.”

I noticed that she hadn't fixed a plate for herself and was just hovering. "Aren't you going to eat?" I asked, and she chewed on her lip.

"Well, I kind of made it for you..." she trailed off when she saw my eye roll and I patted my lap before stretching my arms out, silently communicating that I wanted her to sit in my lap.

Her face brightened up at that prospect, and she practically skipped over to me, sliding easily over my lap with her legs hanging over the side of mine. She wrapped her arms around my neck, snuggling into me as I offered her a forkful of syrupy pancakes.

She opened her mouth willingly, wrapping pouty lips around the fork as she chewed. She took the fork out of my hand and scooped up some scrambled eggs before offering it to me.

We finished our breakfast in much the same fashion, each feeding the other until we finished. We retired back to the bedroom after clearing up the kitchen, and I was content to just spend the rest of the morning curled up with my Bellezza in bed.

The night before had really taken a lot out of me, and Isabella wasn't too fussed about just laying around for a few hours. We ended up putting on a movie on the TV mounted up against the wall opposite the bed. She sat between my legs as I reclined back against the headboard, my fingers stroking through her hair.

I had felt a weight lift off us the night I had confessed that I was falling for her. While she had yet to return the sentiment, I had confidence that it wouldn't take too long before she admitted her feelings.

It seemed that Isabella had become my new weakness because I had an inability to say 'no' to her, which was how I found myself watching a musical set in the early eighteen hundreds about a courtesan and a penniless writer.

Isabella had been almost outraged when she found out that I had never watched it, shaking her head with a pitying look on her face. I soon learned that it was one of her favorite movies and that she knew all the words of the songs.

I found her running commentary of the movie rather amusing as she scoffed at the characters, screaming at the leading male when he believed the Courtesan's lie in her effort to push him away.

She was practically sobbing at the end, throwing herself in my arms as she lamented at 'how it got her every time.’

I chose the next movie; picking out a thriller with Russell Crowe where he breaks his wife—who was incarcerated for murder─out of prison. It was an interesting movie with many layers, but I found it a little harsh with some unnecessary points.

I understood the whole 'doing anything for love' bit, but I still felt that he could have gone about things a little less violently. I understood that he was desperate, but I still thought that he took too many unnecessary risks, especially since he had a son to take care of.

The sun was high in the sky by the time we finally made it out of the apartment. We strolled through the busy streets, stopping every so often for Isabella to duck into a store and buy something.

I, of course, ended up holding all her bags, but one look at her excited face at getting last season's Gucci castoffs for just a quarter of the price melted through my hangover and had me encouraging her to get some overly expensive bag that went with the Christian Louboutin shoes she had bought the day before.

I had no idea how, after three hours of walking through the streets and going in and out of stores, she was still as bubbly and excited as she had been when we first left the apartment. Then again, she wasn't hungover and─let's be honest─old.

Thankfully, she must have seen how tired I was and decided that it was time to take a break. We stopped at a little quaint cafe to get something to eat and drink.

"Feeling any better?" she asked as I downed down my black coffee.

I nodded. "The fresh air helped a bit," I admitted, slumping back in my seat, thankful for my RayBans to protect me from the brightness of the sun.

She frowned. "I shouldn't have let you drink so much.”

I snorted. "I'm a grown man, Bellezza, I should have known when to stop.”

"I know that," she murmured. "But you only started to really drink after that asshole started bugging me.”

I shrugged, knowing that she was right. There had been a guy that had really not gotten the message that Isabella was taken, and while I had been happy to let her handle it at first, it had reached a point where he was getting grabby. It had caused my possessiveness to flair because, simply put, she was mine, and as I had said before, I hated when people touched my things.

I had to almost forcibly remove him from her vicinity, and things had almost escalated to a fight. If it hadn't been for Isabella's insistence that she was fine and that she didn't want us to get thrown out, I probably would have done something I would have regretted later, which only fueled to piss me off further.

Isabella had made it her mission to distract me for the rest of the night, taking me out on the dance floor and grinding all over me, but that didn't stop the niggling feeling that he was still watching her.

I had ended up consuming more Jack than was wise before stumbling back to the apartment, only to fuck Isabella hard and fast against the front door. If the hickey she had tried to cover up on her neck was anything to go by, it was safe to say that I had been rough in my effort to claim her as mine.

My memory was a bit spotty at that point, but I could still remember her screaming out that she was mine as she climaxed with me following not long afterwards. I was glad that I had enough presence of mind to drink a bottle of water and an Advil before collapsing into bed wearing only my boxers.

"That doesn't make you responsible for my hangover. It's just another sign that I'm not as young as I used to be. Just thinking about how I used to be able to bounce back after a few hours has me wondering where it all went wrong," I grumbled, cradling my coffee. In truth, I was feeling a lot better than I had when I woke up.

"I guess," she murmured with a sigh before perking up again. "Oh! I know what will cheer you up, Papi! Lingerie shopping." She practically sang the last words, and I couldn't stop the smile tugging at my lips.

"You know me so well," I told her, because it was simply impossible to be in a bad mood while helping your girl pick out lingerie that you know you'll have the privilege of ripping from her body later. It's common knowledge, no science required.

"Why don't you go pay, and I'll finish up here?" she suggested, motioning to her slice of double fudge chocolate cake with caramel icing. I nodded, eager to get going. The sooner we bought the lingerie, the sooner it would be on the bedroom floor.

...

We lounged in the bathtub, relaxing after having shopped for hours. We had spent two full hours simply looking at lingerie. I had felt like I had my own private showing when I was ushered into a private room so that I could see every piece we had picked out on her. Sadly, there was a security camera in there, making it impossible for me to act on the erection that was straining against my pants.

After buying enough lingerie to clothe a small country, Isabella had insisted that I needed new clothes because, according to her, I dressed too formally.

I didn't think there was anything wrong with the way I dressed. Slacks and shirts were simple and prepared you for any kind of scenario. It didn't stop her from buying me pants which were two sizes too small and showed just about everything, t-shirts, Converse All-stars, and leather jackets.

I tried to tell her that I would just look stupid and like I was trying to look younger than I actually was, but it seemed to fall on deaf ears.

I ran my palms over her calves, which were hooked over my hips as she lay on the opposite end of the tub. She scooped up a hand full of bubbles, blowing them in my direction and giggling when I batted them away.

"Cheer up, Papi. I think you'll look really hot in your new clothes," she told me, leaning forward and rubbing her hand over my cheek. I sighed and leaned into her touch, twisting my head to place a kiss on her palm.

"There is no way I am wearing pants that will make my sperm count go down," I informed her, but she just grinned at me in that annoying way women do when they know they'll win in the end, no matter what you say.

"I'm sure your sperm will be just fine," she placated me, picking up a washcloth. "Now, let's get you clean.”

She rubbed the cloth over my neck and shoulders, and I just let my eyes close, enjoying the way it felt against my skin. She swept it over my arms and across my chest, moving it in soothing circles. She hummed to herself as her hand dipped underneath the water, brushing against my semi-erect cock.

I hissed, flexing my hips upward as she gave it a few strokes before dipping down to run over my balls. "Bellezza," I groaned as she moved on down my thighs.

I glared at her for leaving me hard and aching when I had been doing so well to keep it down, especially since she was naked and all soapy.

"Your turn," she murmured, her eyes sparkling with mischief. My lips curled up into a smirk at this new form of foreplay, but I took the washcloth from her outstretched hand and went to work. She sat up between my spread legs, her feet still hooked over my hips as I caressed her skin with the cloth.

She gave little sighs of pleasure as I trailed the cloth over her body slowly, almost teasingly. There was something very intimate about this act, and I loved the feeling of caregiving that came with it.

I cleaned her arms all the way down to her hands, lingering on her fingers before shifting to her collarbone. She sucked in a breath through her teeth as the edge of the cloth grazed against her swollen, sensitive nipples.

"Papi," she breathed, letting her head fall back as her chest arched forward. I cupped one of her plump tits through the cloth, massaging it under the guise of being thorough. She whimpered as my thumb flicked over her nipple, her hands coming out of the water to grip my knees for support.

I switched tits, making sure they both got equal attention before running the cloth over her stomach and down to her pelvis. Her hips bucked forward slightly in invitation, and I dragged the cloth over her wanting, needy pussy.

"Oh, god!" she panted as it brushed against her clit. I bit back a groan as my cock twitched and throbbed. I could feel how hot she was through the cloth, and I wanted it to be my cock rubbing up against her, stroking through her folds.

"No more. Yes, right there! No more," she babbled, alternating from trying to stop me and encouraging me.

"Enough foreplay," she finally demanded, and I simply raised my eyebrows at her, snaking my hand down to her ankle and picking it up so that I could throw it over my shoulder.

I trailed the cloth over her thigh and down her leg, placing a kiss on the protruding bone of her ankle once done. She gave a squeak, grasping on tightly to my knees as I moved her other leg over my shoulder and repeated the process.

"Papi, please," she mewled, scooting closer and locking her ankles together behind my neck.

I reached down between us, ta, ,king my cock in my hands and guiding it toward her pussy. I ran it up and down her labia, making sure to nudge her clit and tease her entrance with the engorged tip.

I was teasing myself as well as her, forcing my cock to endure the heat but never giving it what it truly wanted.

"What do you want, Little One?" I asked, my voice low and my breathing shallow. "Tell Papi what his little girl wants from him.”

"Your cock!" she moaned out, desperation clear in her tone. "Your little girl needs your thick, hard cock buried deep inside her.”

I had to bite down on my lip to hold back the groan threatening to escape at her words. "I want that too, my Bellezza," I assured her, fighting to keep my voice level and calm. "Is your needy pussy ready to greet its master?”

She nodded vigorously. "Uh hmm. Please, Papi, my pussy's ready for him.”

"Such a good little cock slut," I murmured, pressing the tip at her entrance and pushing forward.

She let out a low, keening sound as I slowly filled her, her eyelids fluttering as her lips parted. She changed the position of her arms once I was deep inside of her, wrapping them around my knees and calves.

I wrapped my arms around her back for added leverage and to make sure she didn't slip as I rocked my hips forward. With the position that we were in, it took a few minutes to find a good rhythm, our hips rocking gently against each other as water splashed all around us.

My lips ghosted over her calves, kissing the soft, silken skin as we moved. Our bodies arched into each other as she unhooked her feet, digging them into my shoulder blades so that she could impale herself onto me harder than before.

"Fuck!" I ground out from between my teeth, my hands running up and down the length of her back before deciding that I needed a little help lower. I gripped her hips, guiding her onto me as I quickened the pace.

Her eyes flickered open, staring deep into mine, and for one long second it felt like she was looking into my soul. The phrase "the eyes are the window to the soul" had never been truer than in that moment as I stared right back, past her pupils and into her soul.

Every fiber of my being longed to consume her, longed to devour her, wholly and completely.

"Bellezza," I whimpered, and she nodded, silently telling me she understood. There was something between us, this force that surpassed sex and channeled deeper, exposing and ripping away every barrier until there was only us, naked, our bodies fusing together.

It was as if, when we were like this, our bodies hungry for one another, all the other bullshit flew out the window.

She was my safe harbor, and I was hers.

The long, grueling days at the office seemed worth it. The trips D.C. weren't as taxing as they had once been, knowing that at the end of the day, I could fall into her body, blindly and unrestrained, until every last piece of tension lay on the floor with our clothes.

I wouldn't lie and say that sex wasn't a focal part of our relationship, a way for us to connect on a deeper level without saying words we weren't ready to say. In a way, we communicated through it.

I prided myself on being able to read her quite well, her reactions and how she responded to certain things, but once I had her underneath me, it was like it reached a whole different level.

I had always enjoyed sex, there was no denying it, and I could spend days worshiping a woman like she deserved, but if I were to be honest, I had never really gotten the chance to do it properly.

Sure, I had dated women and fucked them, slowly and gently, hard and fast, but they never seemed to hold the same amount of insatiability. Isabella, th, t,ough─she took everything I gave her, then begged for more.

If I was at work and sent her a text asking her to send me a picture of her tits, she'd do it, no questions asked. It wouldn't matter if she was in the middle of lunch with her friends. She'd just sneak into the bathroom, strip out of her top and bra, and do as she was told.

Her submission and complete acceptance of who I was and where her place was had me fighting against exhaustion just so that I could feel her wrapped around me one more time.

I barely registered the water splashing out of the bath and onto the floor from our hurried movements as my tongue snaked out to lick up a bead of water on her leg. Her leg was so smooth under my tongue and I felt pride over the fact that she continued looking after her body. Even when I knew she didn't feel like doing it, she still went, knowing that I loved her completely smooth.

Her nails dug into the skin of my legs as she threw her head back.

I growled in frustration because this position just wasn't doing it for me. I pulled her legs harshly from around my shoulders, wrapping them around my waist instead.

"Papi, what are you doing?" she squeaked out in surprise as I cupped her ass in my hands and stood up.

I ignored her question, too focused on finding an adequate place to rest her against to really absorb what she was saying.

She grunted as her back slammed against the closed bathroom door, my patience reaching its limit when my cock was sitting stationary in her tight, hot pussy. My hips pumped forward, forcing her to take all of me into her body as I raised a hand and placed it by her head.

Her swollen lips were wet and just waiting to yield under the pressure of mine, and I obliged happily. I devoured her mouth, invading it with my tongue as her legs tightened around me, and I grasped her hands, moving them over her head before holding them there with one hand.

She moaned loudly, arching against the restraints, her body pulling and twisting against me weakly, yet loving every second of it. My Bellezza loved to be restricted, to be restrained up to the point that I had complete free reign over her body. Her teeth nipped at my lips, and I relished the little flashes of pain as I slammed into her over and over again, our wet bodies slipping and sliding over one another.

Her hips met mine thrust for thrust, taking what I gave and then returning it tenfold. I rested my forehead against hers after I had managed to tear my lips away from hers, watching in slight fascination the way her face contorted and changed every time my hips twisted in such a way as to give her ultimate pleasure.

I panted, enjoying the feel of being wrapped inside of her before dragging my lips over her skin and down to the flesh of her ripe tits.

I took a nipple into my mouth, sucking and flicking my tongue over the swollen bud as my hand palmed the ample cheeks of her ass.

"Are you close?" I asked, unsure of how long I could hold off.

She nodded, her cheeks flushed pink and her pupils dilated. Her body writhed and bucked wildly against me as I moved the hand on her ass to rub her clit.

"Papi," she whimpered out breathlessly, leaning her head back against the door.

"I need you to cum for me," I ordered through gritted teeth as my balls tightened, and heat shot down my stomach to my groin. The tedious control I'd had started slipping, and my thrusts became erratic as I pushed her harder into the door, pounding into her.

"Oh Papi, oh Papi!" she mewled as her body started trembling, her walls squeezing me tightly.

"Fuck! Bellezza," I snarled as I let go, giving a few short pumps before emptying inside of her. I rested my forehead on her shoulder, wrapping both arms around her as her orgasm took over. I slumped down to the floor, my Bellezza straddling my lap as she tucked her face into my neck, her body shaking lightly as the aftershocks of her orgasm started to wear off.

My hands trailed up and down her back soothingly as we fought to catch our breaths.

"You okay?" I asked, pulling my head back to look at her. I nudged her face up, pressing my lips to hers as I softened inside her before slipping out of her body.

We kissed for a few minutes, little pants and sighs escaping us as we basked in our post-coital glow.

There seemed to be a new kind of intimacy between us as we focused solely on each other's lips, our hands wandering lazily. We felt no immediate rush to get up off the floor and get dressed.

I slowly leaned backward until I was lying flat on the floor. Isabella nuzzled my jaw before laying her head over my heart and playing the coarse hair on my chest.

"Tell me something about you that no one else know," she requested sweetly, and I hummed in contemplation as to how I should answer. There truthfully wasn't much that at least one person didn't know about me, but I managed to find something.

"I get my back waxed and my chest hair trimmed about once a month," I told her seriously. She peeked up at me disbelievingly, but upon seeing my serious expression, she giggled and sat up partially, her hands on my chest.

"Wow, I didn't expect that. I can't believe you manscape," she said giddily, her eyes sparkling.

I rolled my eyes at her obvious enjoyment at my less than perfect attributes. "I don't have much choice in it. The men on my mother's side tend to be about as hairy as apes. It isn't really alluring to have hair growing out of your back though.”

"Alluring, huh?" she teased. "I kind of like that you do it. It may sound strange, but I kind of feel like you do it for me, ya know?”

I hummed in agreement. "I do, do it for you. It's not like I'd want you to fuck me when I look like an extra from Planet of the Apes," I teased back.

She outright laughed at that, slapping a hand over her mouth as a snort escaped. She snickered behind her hand, and I shook my head at her, a small smile playing at my lips.

"Tell me something about you that no one knows," I asked, trying to distract her. She dropped her hand and leaned back slightly as I raised my knees so that she was resting against them.

She wrinkled he he r nose as she got lost in thought. "Oh, I've got one, but you have to promise not to be mad.”

I raised an eyebrow at her. "I am promising no such thing. Now, tell me.”

She huffed and pouted at me. "Fine. You know that vase you have in the hallway in our apartment?" she asked, and I silently rejoiced that she referred to it as ours, not just mine.

I nodded, eyeing her carefully as she fidgeted with her fingers. "The one that you claimed you were cleaning.”

Her lips pursed slightly, and she suddenly looked guilty. "Well...I may have accidentally knocked it over when I was playing with Yoda." She immediately raised her hands once she was done, covering her face with them.

She peeked out from behind her fingers cautiously to gauge my reaction. I couldn't hold back the chuckle that was bubbling in my chest as she lowered her hands, looking slightly perplexed.

"You thought I didn't know about that?" I asked, chortling. She hadn't done a great job of not leaving a trail behind, and I had found the remains of it in the trash just before we left for our trip. I hadn't wanted to start our trip off with a punishment, so I had waited for her to come clean about it before choosing my means of punishment. I wanted this trip to be full of happiness, so I just made a list of all her infractions to punish her at a later date.

"You knew!" she accused, shocked that I hadn't called her out on it.

"Bellezza, you didn't exactly do a great job of hiding the remains. I was waiting for you to come clean about it ," I explained.

"Oh," was her only reply.

"Thank you for being honest with me, though, but don't think that you won't be punished for lying to me about it," I told her sternly. She dropped her head and nodded sadly.

"Yes, Papi," she replied softly.

I pulled her down, placing a kiss on her head. "Right now, I need to get off this hard floor and maybe ravish you again tonight before dinner. Sound good to you?”

She perked up at my words. "You know I can never say no to you, Papi.”

"That was the answer I was hoping for," I murmured.