The blonde Norwegian girl Emma, travels to Monaco on a girls trip. While being there, she gets the job offer of a life time, to work in Monaco. Then she meets formula one hottie Mateo Rocci out clubbing with her friends. She has two weeks here, and...
His kisses are needy. Desperate. I know he wants me so bad, and i want him so bad too. I took my hands around his neck, and my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He lets out groans and small whimpers. He's very verbal, and I find myself really liking it.
Tasting him has become my favorite thing. I grind into his front, needy for any friction and contact. My center is pulsing. Thats when i feel him start to get hard. Should we stop now or?
Our pace calms down but im still hot and needy, so I get a bit disappointed when Mateo pulls away. "I'm gonna stop myself there Emma" he says looking me into my eyes. My eyes widen more than they already are and I just nod. I'm so hot. My cheeks are hot. I'm blushing as fuck. Mateo is too. He looks flustered in all ways.
He gives me a small peck on the lips as he looks at me. I look him up and down.
Again he looks two fucking sexy in his casual outfit. A white t shirt and some blue jeans. The shirt that hugs his muscular upper body so incredibly well and those pants hiding his erection.
Mateo walks awkwardly around to the other side of the kitchen counter as I jump off the island, setting myself down on the stool again. He walks out of the room and comes back in with the bowl containing the dough he made earlier.
He glances over at me, as his hands go to knead the dough. Those goddamn hands. Veiny and strong. I smile. No I grin. Grin at his hands. Gosh what have I gotten to be.
"You're staring" he lets out a chuckle. I let out a guilty giggle. Yes he caught me and now I'm blushing again. He looks up at me. He's flushed too.
"It's fine don't worry amore" he continues with a smirk plastered on his face. That kissable face. My eyes lock with his green ones. His pupils growing and expression softening.
He gives me a smile before continuing to make our pizza. He puts on the tomato sauce and I sneak up my phone to take a picture.
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I smile at the pretty picture and Mateo looks up at me. "What's up?" He asks with a smile on his face. I look at him. "Ohh it's just something my friends sent me" I lie and he nods, taking it.
"Uhm I was thinking we could maybe go see the sunrise at the beach tonight if you want to?" He asks me. I think about it. "Can we take a little swim too?" I ask back and he nods. "Of course, whatever you want amore" he smiles. I smile too. Amore. Amore. Amore. I knew it meant like "My love" or something close to it, but I've never had anyone actually call me that. Especially not in their native language.
"Well then we can do that later" I say. See the sunrise. It's one of my favorite things to do. "Do you usually like to see the sunset?" I ask him, wanting to get to know him. Like on a deeper level. "I try to watch the most of them, it's just a stunning way to end a day" he nods and continues "Do you like them?" . "Love them" I giggle.
We talk like this and it's really funny and good to speak to Mateo. I get know more about him now. Like the reason his favorite colour is green; which is the cutest really. It's because it's his mother's favourite colour. Gosh can this man be even better.
I didn't think so but then I tasted his pizza.
Mateo could literally be a chef if his racing career didn't work out( he could be a model too I'm just saying). He explained that it was just because he was Italian and the Italians make the best pizza. Like I get but damn. I eat and smile, letting out a few moans here and there from tasting this delicious pizza.
We have been talking for a while now and it's just first now I realise how much we actually have in common. Like we both like to fidget with our rings, and that's maybe the reason we have the same one, as that is what it's made for. There's still a lot more to learn about this man, but I want to know more.
"So I know you like to read" he says, I nod. "Yes I read a bit, when I have time. It's good to relax and escape reality sometimes" I smile, talking about stuff I love makes me happy. I usually don't read a lot unless I'm bored or if I'm not okay. When I'm having a bad period of time or a depressive episode, I read to feel free all the stress. Just like what happened this morning, I stressed out and it ends up in an attack, either from anxiety or panic. I would say reading is the thing that keeps me sane, through all the weird stuff that has happened.
"What do you read?" He asks, taking a bite of his pizza slice. "Well I like to read romance actually" I say a bit embarrassed. I mean a lot of people do read romance books, but still I find it awkward to admit.
Mateo nods his head again " I also read that sometimes" he says. I look at him shocked. He reads? And he reads fucking romance?
"Really? I didn't think of you as a reading person" I admit to him, still being a bit in shock. "I like to read from time to time, usually just some fiction, about cars or actually horror too" he says while shrugging his shoulders. "And sometimes even romance novels" he continues. I'm stunned. Speechless.
"Is there a reason you read romance?" He asks me carefully. He seemed a bit unsure whether to ask it or not but I got surprised.
"I guess I like to imagine people falling in love and have a happy ending" I say, and almost immediately I cringe at my words. Mateo looks at me, as if he is analysing something.
"Have you been in a relationship before?" He asks me in an even softer tone than before. The question I didn't want. I don't like to talk about this. I nod my head, not really wanting to go more into depth of it.
"More than one or no?" Mateo asks, I'm not even looking at him. "Only one" I look a bit more up. Mateo tries to catch my gaze, but I look at my hands.
"How recent was it? If you don't want to answer that's fine too" he asks. It feels like he's pushing but in reality I know it's just Mateo, wondering. I want to be brave for him. "I think we broke up like 2 years ago maybe" I say as I now fidget with my ring. "And what about you? Have you been in a relationship before?" I add on. He takes a big breath before talking. "Well I haven't been in anything serious yet, but I have been with some girls. But that's a long time ago. I found it more and more wrong in my morals as I got older" he says.
Mateo shocks me once again. He really is a nice guy, and I don't think he will screw me over like others have. It doesn't seem like it for now at least.
"How have you not been in a relationship before?" I ask with a giggle. He also lets out a laugh and shrugs his shoulders. We let a good silence fall over us as we both eat a bit more.
The moment is disrupted when Mateo speaks up. "What was the reason you and your ex broke up?, was it just teenage love or was it a reason?" He asks again looking at me with those gorgeous eyes. I trust him.
I take a big breath and I sigh. "He was abusive"
A/N: unwrapping the past a bit now! How are we liking it?
