Helo all, I hope you’re well. I’m taking a trip down memory lane today with a snippet from one of several stories of mine that focus on food!
She wanted pizza, she got love.
Fiona was bored with her life but she didn’t realise that simply deciding to visit the local Italian restaurant for dinner one night would change it forever. When she laid eyes on the fit, young Italian waiter she fell instantly in lust. Carlo returned that ardour but how could their relationship develop when he had to move back to his home in Italy?
And now a tasty snog!
“Fiona, no sleeping, please, you are not allowed.” Carlo’s voice broke into her thoughts and she opened her eyes. She thought for a split second about admitting that she was nowhere near sleeping but decided not to.
“Sorry, I’ve had a long day.” She wasn’t technically lying.
“I know but is too dangerous to sleep yet. We must make sure you’re okay first.”
“Yeah, sorry.” She smiled sheepishly. “I was just so relaxed and it’s so late. I’m trying not to fall asleep, honest.”
“I know, cara mia, but let us see if we can do something to distract you from the need to sleep.”
Carlo shifted on the sofa. He stretched his long, lithe body up towards her and twisted at the same time, straddling her legs. His face was directly in front of her before she’d had time to really work out what was going on. She was hot and flustered and didn’t know where to put her hands.
Her gaze locked with his and she lost herself in the depth of his dark chocolate eyes. She felt hypnotised and when his lips pressed against her she gasped with shock. She hadn’t realised he’d moved forward. Had he or had she been pulled in by his stare? She didn’t know but she put everything she felt in that kiss.
Her common sense switched off, the little voice of doubt was quietened and she kissed back with all the ferocity of lust she could muster. All the heat, all the longing and all the passion inside her let loose with every undulation of her lips. He met every move and she was sure she heard and felt him moan. She gripped his sides and slid her hands up and down in the rhythm of their kiss.
His shirt rose and she managed to insinuate her fingers under the light material to stroke his hot flesh. As if her touch was the permission he needed to take the next step, Carlo slid the hand that had sat comfortingly on her waist up to cup her breast. His thumb wagged back and forth over her nipple which hardened beneath the lacy material of her bra. She moaned, which obviously encouraged him all the more as his hand first moved up then sank back down into the V of her cleavage to grasp at her naked breast beneath her bra. Her blouse buttons flew open as his hand forced them loose and she really didn’t care if any of them popped off. He could rip the material from her body for all she cared as long as he kept touching her. His caress was intoxicating.
“Mia bellissima, God, you drive me wild,” he gasped.
She opened her eyes to be confronted by his sincere gaze.
“I am mad for you, for your pale skin and your wide eyes, you’re beautiful curves. I cannot think when I am with you.”
“Don’t think,” she moaned. “Do.”
And don’t forget, tomorrow is the start of Smut For Good:Curves Rule, a prize blog hop raising funds for Parkinson’s UK!