[MATURE CONTENT]
"Arancini isn't the most fascinating thing on the menu, Coniglia." he commented, taking a long sip from his glass of stark red wine. "You clearly have no taste."
I rolled my eyes, annoyed. "And what is it on the menu that surpasses...
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"I've got to go out with Mom today..." I mumbled wearily, spent.
"Sì? Where to?" Raffaele answered, voice low and dry from sleep.
I glanced at the clock on his bedside table, seeing how it marked that dawn was almost set to arrive.
"Some shop outside the village, I think..."
Church—Mom had offered to bring me to Caltagirone to see the cathedrals.
We were in his bedroom, like most times, clearly drained from last night's events. Lord, he ruined me. Raffaele practically wrecked me into the early hours of the morning. Once, twice, three times. I don't know. I lost count after the back shots.
I had my head on his chest, and his heart beat slowly in my ear, chest rising and falling melodically with every pulse, every breath, so calming it soothed me.
"Why don't I do more for you?" I asked suddenly, and looked up at him from where I lay.
Raffaele frowned, green eyes watching me bemused. "Meaning?"
I brought my lip between my teeth, lifting my head to look at him better. I propped arms on his chest and said,"Like, I know I'm good but–" he rolled his eyes, smiling. "Let's talk about what you like. I want to make you feel like how you make me feel."
He let me rake my hand through his hair, pushing his soft hair back, green eyes glowing back at me with a smile.
His hands clutched my waist. "But you do. I work hard around you." He smirked. "On top of you, sotto di te." (under you.)
I smiled cheekily, flushed. "Do you like it when I do that?" I hummed, kissing his neck.
"Hmm."
I smiled against his neck, bringing my lips to his chest. "That?"
Raffaele grunted, and I felt him harden between my legs. I pulled away, clear idea popping into my head, and asked, "Hey, want me to blow you?"
His eyes blinked open, watching me in disbelief. Then he chuckled, laugh rugged and hoarse. "Gesù, you're fucking crazy." He rubbed his fingers over his eyes. "E mi sono appena svegliato..." (And I just woke up.)
I didn't wait for his answer, kissing down his chest lazily. He didn't push me away or tell me stop, so I felt confident enough to continue. I left marks, marking him, claiming him, if I wanted to take the meaning that far. I felt him grow against my stomach, poking me as his size heeded I make my way down faster.
I got onto my knees, throwing the sheet onto the floor and tucking my hair away.
He was hard, member sticking high and begging for attention. Flitting my eyes up I looked at him and smiled sheepishly. I gulped, and let my finger trace a vein round the side, causing him to flinch. He snapped a sharp breath through his teeth when I wrapped my fingers around him, showing me just how much my touch affected him. I pulsed below, more than ready to take him in my mouth.
