She smirks and pushes the hair back from my forehead. “Jules…it’s not a good time of the month for me.”
What?
My face falls. “Don’t even….”
She smirks up at me. “Uh-huh.”
“Seriously?” My shoulders slump in defeat.
“Yep.”
“Well…how long does that take?”
“A week.”
My eyes widen in horror. “A week?” I gasp.
“Uh-huh.” She walks into the kitchen.
This is uncharted territory, everything between the two of us has always been so sexual. We’ve never just hung out. Like ever.
And on a night like tonight…fuck’s sake.
“Well, what are we going to do all night?” I gasp.
“You’re going to lie on my couch and google how to be a normal boyfriend and I’m going to cook us dinner.”
I stare at her, horrified.
“And then, if you’re a good boy, you can rub my feet.”
“Or you could rub my dick?” I offer.
“No,” she replies sharply, “That’s not happening, you’re waiting for me.”
“Seven days?”
“Uh-huh.”
I flop into the couch in disgust and she begins to fuss around in the kitchen.
I don’t know what I was expecting but it sure wasn’t this. Not the hot and heavy makeup sex I was hoping for, that’s for sure. I watch her as she fusses around in the kitchen for a long time and after a while, I smile to myself.
Maybe this is even better than hot and heavy.
The truth is, this is what I always craved with her. Normalcy, an ordinary life with the girl of my dreams.
I know it will take me a while to get used to, but I’m up to the challenge.
Maybe I will google how to be a normal boyfriend.
Domestic bliss.
An hour later we are just finishing our dinner, Francesca has been quiet and there’s one more issue I have to bring up. I know she’s got a lot going through her head but there’s no way around it.
“Babe,” I say softly as I take her hand over the table. “I need you to move back to Milan and in with me.”
She frowns.
“I can’t…I can’t do this long-distance thing. I’ve been loving you from a distance for ten years and it’s been like living in fucking hell. I know that means leaving a job that you love and I know that’s a big ask. But I can’t….” I hesitate. “I can’t move, it’s not even an option. If I could I would.”
She stares at me for a moment. “Okay.”
I frown, surely it isn’t going to be that easy.
“When do we leave?”
I smile over at my beautiful girl. “I have to be back tomorrow. We can come back in a week or two and pack up your things, but right now I have things going on that I have to get back for and I can’t…I can’t leave you here again. Don’t ask me to.”
She gets up from her seat and comes around and sits on my lap, she puts her arms around my neck and kisses me softly. “Okay.”
I smile against her lips as our kiss deepens. “I’ll do something for you now.”
“Like what?”
I chuckle. “Well, I like getting my dick sucked in the shower.”
“That’s for you, you idiot.” She laughs as she stands and, taking my hand, pulls me to my feet. “Then let’s take a shower.” She leads me to the bathroom and turns the hot water on and pulls my shirt off over my head. I stare at her as I try to contain myself, don’t push for it.
She said no sex.
Her lips take mine as she unzips my pants and slides her hand down the front of my pants, she cups my balls and my eyes flutter closed.
What she makes me feel.
Everything.
She strokes me as we kiss and I am literally at her mercy.
I would do anything she wants; I will do anything she wants.
I put my hand around hers and clench it closed hard, I jerk myself harder, so she knows what I need.
Hard.
So fucking hard.
She whimpers into my mouth as we kiss frantically and dear God.
I love this woman…so much.
My new life starts right here, right now.
Francesca
Five days.
Five perfect, loved-up days.
Giuliano and I have officially been together for only five days but it feels like it’s been coming for a lifetime. Let me rephrase that, it has been coming for a lifetime.
I have loved this man with all of my heart since I was seventeen years old and we have been through hell by being kept from each other…but now, every moment together is a gift that we both treasure.
We kiss and laugh and catch each other staring…we talk for hours in the darkness at the late of night.
I love him more than ever…. More than I ever thought possible.
He is my soul mate, I know it for certain and I don’t have one reservation.
Anything to be with him.
He’s moved into my apartment and because we can’t tell anyone that we’re even together, we’ve done a million sneaky trips up and down the internal lift with his personal belongings. I sometimes find myself staring in awe at his suits in my wardrobe hanging next to my clothes.
Our things together…like our hearts have always been.
I stare at myself in the mirror and smile. I have music playing with a glass of champagne, I’m wearing a black lace-up corset and thigh-high suspender belt with all the trimmings.
We are going out tonight, to a charity ball of all places.
And I know it’s not out in public yet, but it’s really our first official date. We’ve never got dressed up and gone out together alone before, I’m excited and nervous and slightly terrified.
What if we don’t work out?
What if we love each other just too much and it works against us?
This is a love that I would never recover from.
I’m not sure if it’s normal to be this besotted with a partner. I’ve never had it before, and I have to keep reminding myself that Giuliano has never even been in a serious relationship. He is in a much bigger adjustment phase than I am. I need to give him time and space to let him find his feet.
He’s at the office, working on a Saturday. Apparently, there’s something he needed to attend to, he should be home soon though.
I finish reapplying my makeup and I feel him before I see him, I turn to see Giuliano leaning on the doorjamb, his hungry eyes slide down my body and back up before he lets out a low whistle. “And there she is,” he murmurs almost to himself.
Excitement bubbles in my stomach and I put my hands on my hips and give him a sexy sashay of my hips.
My monthly is finally gone…tonight, I’m all his.
Then he’s on me, his lips on my neck, his hands on my ass. His large erection up against my stomach. “Ho bisogno di scoparti,” (Translation: I need to fuck you.) he growls against my skin, goose bumps scatter up my arms.
Italian.
He’s here.
His teeth graze my jawline as he loses control. “Ora.” (Translation: Now.) He pushes me over to the bed and turns me to face it and pushes me down onto my knees, he stands behind me and slowly rubs his hand over my ass as he hisses in approval.
I watch him in the mirror, this is how I love him. When he can’t filter his needs, running purely on instinct to fuck.