La Rosa

Chapter 32: More.

I wake up feeling his body all over mine. He normally ends up laying his head on my chest. But this time it feels so much different. Like he's listening to every heartbeat and knows it's for him.

I try to get up but he moves his head more into my chest like he's a child. Obviously, I wouldn't let a child almost suffocate themselves in my boobs but since he's older than me and we are married legally, I think it's okay for him to do so.

He mumbles into my chest when I try to get up again, "Five more minutes." I normally would stay but 5 minutes will turn into 3 hours and we'll never get stuff done. Not like we have anything to do but we both probably need a shower.

"Your 5 minutes is like 20 hours." I say and slightly push him off me till he flips over to the other side of the bed himself. 

"20 hours would be pretty nice," He says and is now laying on a pillow like he was laying on me. I hear him mumble so quietly that if anyone who wasn't practically obsessed with his voice was listening wouldn't hear. "Nope, not the same."

I smile and open the bathroom door, closing it behind me.

I don't even look at myself in the mirror because I know if I do I'll obsess over the littlest things and I just don't want to do that right now.

So I just get in the shower before I  change my mind. Of course, when I was in the shower I saw a scar from when my father ran a knife over my skin, I don't know how I ever found that normal.

I never actually found it normal but I would always think people have it worse so why complain? But recently I've been realizing that's completely crazy to think.

I feel arms wrap around my waist which pulls me out of my mind. Is it possible for your mind to abuse you? Because if it is then I think it's abused me more than my own father and that's saying a lot.

"What happened to 5 more minutes?" I say and turn to him so the water is hitting my back.

"It's only a full five minutes if you're there with me, if not then it's one." He says he's always saying these big things as if he would walk into a fire for me or if he would walk on water like Jesus or something for me.

I've always been a more actions speak louder than words so we'll have to wait and see. He does a smirk on my face while looking down my body, especially my chest and neck. "What? Just too hot for you?" I fake my own confidence.

"Totally," He mumbles and keeps staring not even looking away. He finally gives me physical attention by kissing down my neck till he gets to my lower stomach. "Can I?" He mumbles against my pussy.

I don't know, it felt good again. I mhm finally, "No sex Demino I mean it." I say before he starts going down on me. I moan out from him barely touching me. He keeps going and I can feel my legs starting to go out from an orgasm coming.

Right before I'm about to cum he stops. "You know it's not really easy when you're moving the whole time." I roll my eyes and he moves towards me till I hit the shower wall. He stares at my face and the way he's staring at me it feels like he's making a painting of every feature and every insecurity of mine is his mind.

He kisses me for a minute and I could barely enjoy it before he pulls away and leans down again. But what surprises me is he grabs both of my thighs and puts them on his shoulders.

Not even 5 minutes later I cum. The cold water, at least now, hits my chest and his tongue inside of me does magical things I swear I saw stars. But after I cum he just keeps going and I can slowly feel another orgasm pulsing through my body. I feel my nails on his shoulders, I don't know if it's because I wanted to push him away or I couldn't hold myself together.

I ride out another orgasm and he slowly puts both my legs down and stands back up. "Your gonna kill me someday you know that," I whisper since I think I almost lost my voice at how loud I was moaning. Let's hope there weren't any kids in the hallway.

"I was gonna say the exact thing." He kisses my shoulder all the way down to my fingertips. He treats me too good, especially since I'm a bitch.

He washes me down and does the normal shower things but the whole time he wouldn't let go of me. No matter what some part of him was touching me. I don't mind though its nice to know someone is there physically when any day they can get up and just leave like nothing. It also eases my mind of making sure I'm not hallucinating him. I wouldn't put myself past it.

When we get out I finally notice what he was smiling about. I move closer to the mirror to get a better look. "Who knew you were an artist?" I sarcastically say pointing at the hickeys all over my chest and neck.

"Only on beautiful women." I turn to glare at him.

"So you do this to other beautiful women, okay." I say and he comes up behind me with a towel pulling it around me. Once I have the towel wrapped around my body securely I start drying my hair and putting all of my products in it.

Demino walks back in and throws a shirt at me and some pink lacy panties. "You know giving cute panties doesn't mean you're getting into them right?"

"I only met beautiful women as in you are the only beautiful woman in my life." He kisses my head which I try to stop by hiding in the shirt.

"What about your mother? She must've been pretty beautiful if she gave birth to you." I say and he says nothing so I try to change the subject, "You ruined me, now how am I gonna wear cute dresses without getting called a whore?"

"I ruined you? Look at me." I turn to him and I realize this whole time he's been shirtless but also all over his body are hickeys...from me. I do a fake smile, fake apologizing because I'm not really sorry. "Also don't forget the back." I see his shoulders have marks from my nails digging into his skin.

He hands me his phone. "What do you expect me to do with this? Is it supposed to magically get rid of all of this?" I point to his chest and back.

"Take a picture for memories for our kids someday so they can see their dad pulled." He says and I took it but the whole time I kept thinking about what he said. 'Our kids' it has a nice ring to it.

After I clean up his back a little we go and fall right onto the bed like we've done anything to be this tired. "We should go to a diner," I say after a bit of silence.

"Why?" He asks confused.

"To eat and experience new things, I'm sure your rich ass hasn't had any greasy food ever," I say and he chuckles I get up putting on jeans Alessandro brought for me earlier.

"I've tried anything but if going to a diner will make you happy we can go." He puts on sweatpants and I think this is the first time he's ever dressed comfortably.

"Im gonna be honest I just want to know more about you, you know everything about me and I know nothing about you." I say and he just stares at me, "Like I don't know your birthday, favorite meal, hell I don't even know what your favorite color is."

He holds me closer, "August 12th, whatever you make, and red because you wear it a lot." He says and I roll my eyes, "I'll tell you all my juicy gossip, as what you would say, if you promise to keep all of it between us, not even your bestie Alessandro." I put two thumbs up as a deal.

Off to the diner and tea time.

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Hi this chapter is kinda short and boring but I kinda wanted to show their character growth since they met so next chapter also is gonna be growth moment/ learn more about the characters.

Anyways Until Next....