Chapter 57

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Rose

Things were finally good for us. We talked a lot, spent as much time together as we could and made decisions as a couple. I was happy but at the back of my head there was always the fear that this was too good to be true and very soon something bad would happen and prove me right.

Three days before Christmas and although I had promised my parents I would be there, I changed my mind and decided to stay in New York, just me and him. I didn't really like family celebrations and since we had just started building our relationship, I thought Marco would be okay with spending Christmas just with me. On the contrary though. He insisted on visiting my parents, highlighting how important family was and that we should always cherish our moments with them because we didn't know when the last time we saw them would be. It didn't make any sense to me but I was happy he was joining me at least. My only concern was meeting my grandfather. I still hadn't spoken to him and I wasn't sure how he would react on seeing Marco.

I decided to give him my Christmas presents before we left though, because there weren't exactly appropriate to be opened in front of my parents. I ordered a T-Shirt for him with the phrase 'The only thing that's going to fuck you better than me is karma' and a super sexy set of blue lingerie.

"Why don't you unwrap your present while I bring something else I bought for you?" After a very romantic night out, we returned to my place and were just relaxing on the couch. He was so sexy without even trying. Dressed in a navy blue suit, he was focused on a documentary about reindeer when I suddenly spoke. Smiling, he took the box from my hands and I disappeared in the bedroom.

Changing into the new lingerie I was hoping would set our night on fire; I covered myself with a matching satin robe, let my hair down and practiced my seductive look. Not that I needed to seduce him but I just felt like doing it. Marco made me feel so sexy and wanted but I still doubted my ability to keep his interest alive.

"Hey sexy. Did you like your tee?" winking at him, I circled the couch so as I was in front of him now, his head at the level of my tummy. His hands found my waist but I told him he was not allowed to touch me yet.

"So you don't want to put this theory to the test then?" pointing at the print of the T-shirt, I blushed but remained in character. "And where is my other gift?" making himself more comfortable, he placed his hands behind his head. I started moving slowly as if I was ready to give him a lap dance.

"You are looking at it." I started swaying my hips; touching the satin and placing one foot on his crotch I started humming a tune. "Do you like it Mr Mancini? Were you a good boy this year? Do you deserve your present?" laughing, he tried to grab me but I pushed him back to the couch. Shaking his head, he played along and told me how good he was.

"I'm not so sure." Biting my lip, I started sliding the robe down my body until I dropped it on the floor. Turning around, I pretended to be picking it up, giving him a perfect view of my behind. "Oops. I am so clumsy." I said when I turned to face him.

"Baby, you look so..." standing up from the couch, he pulled me in for a passionate kiss, letting me know that he had indeed enjoyed his present. Picking me up, he threw me over his shoulder and almost ran towards the bedroom. Throwing me to the bed, he placed his legs on both my sides and held my arms above my head. Oh, I liked a little rough, dominant Marco.

"Ho una fantasia. La vuoi sentire?" whispering Italian things in my ear with that low, sexy voice was my undoing and he knew it. He had learnt by now that I needed translation so whenever he said something in his mother tongue, he explained without waiting my question. "I have a fantasy. Do you want to hear it?" Nodding vigorously, he started explaining how he wanted to try something new if I was willing. He proposed blindfolding me and restraining my hands. It would heighten my senses and make it even more pleasurable, he added.

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