The Hateful Heavy Heart | 18+

37 - Cravings

With our focus homed in on packing for our trip, the rest of the week seemed to pass in a blur. It was Monday before I knew it and soon our only priority was enjoying the last night we'd have in our bed for a while. We were in the bed earlier than usual, but that didn't stop a sense of delirium from capturing us.

I told myself I was tired, but deep down, I knew that it was him that made me delirious. His smell, his touch, his taste, his love.

Ruggiero pushed me down into the bed and kissed my neck. "Are you sure you don't want dessert, cara mia? I'm really craving some strawberries and ice cream."

I snorted even though dessert did sound good. "You sure you're not the one pregnant, Rue?"

"I think so," he said, his hands sliding up the sides of my abdomen and lingering beneath my breasts.

"I'm too excited to eat. I'm sure you can hear my heart knocking against my chest."

Ruggiero lowered his head to my chest and listened for my heart. "I can. Why so excited?" His thumbs brushed the base of my neck and my heartbeat picked up.

"Cause we're going to Italy," I gushed. I moved my hands up his back, resting them at the nape of his neck. I bucked my hips forward to press myself against his growing erection. "I'm still shocked."

He thrust his hips forward, rubbing himself against me. "It's just another country, amorino." Even with his sweats on, I could still feel all of him. Every inch of him.

I pulled him down for a kiss and savored the moment his soft lips met mine with the same sense of purpose. Ruggiero's rough hands roamed my chest, my stomach, and my back, pulling me to him.

I smiled against his lips. "It's not just another country. It's my first time in another country and it's with you."

I didn't know if it was the trip or the pregnancy hormones, but all I wanted to do was be close to Ruggiero, to thank him, to savor him.

"I guess," he chuckled, "but I'm telling you now, it's only kind of cool." He licked his lips, grinding into me again.

"Fuck," I whined. The friction sent a wave of warmth throughout my body. A heartbeat manifested at my core.

I dragged my hands up his neck and pulled on his hair; he dragged his hands down my body and pulled down my underwear. "I'm glad you're excited, amorino, I love that I can feel how excited you are," he said, the tips of his fingers meeting my clit.

I leaned into his hand as his soft touches kindled ripples of fire under my skin.

"Dio mio, you're so reactive," he said with a smile. I buried a loud moan in his chest when he thrust his fingers inside me.

He worked his fingers with a perfected skill and my eyes fell closed as I gave in to the pleasure. He held on to my waist with the other hand, holding me in place as he always did.

Ruggiero nuzzled his face into my neck and peppered kisses along the length. "Are you this wet because we're going to Italy or because I'm on top of you?" he asked, his lips brushing my ear.

I managed a breathy laugh. "I don't know. Maybe it's because I'm going to Italy with you." I urged his fingers deeper as I circled my legs around his waist.

"Mmm, I think you need more than just my fingers."

"Me too, Rue, I don't want to beg."

"Alright, alright, amore," he said, taking his fingers out to push down his pants.

My eyes followed his movements with devotion, eager for the reveal I'd seen so many times. He slid his boxer briefs down and I swallowed, nearly salivating at the offering before me.