The Hateful Heavy Heart | 18+

05 - Relief

I'd read enough romance novels and spent hours upon hours with very chatty old women to know that that, sometimes, there were women who liked to get up in the morning after spreading their legs and play wife. Like cook breakfast or wash the clothes they almost dry-humped in the night before. That definitely wasn't me. For the same reason, I knew that men liked to play husband and do the same things. That didn't seem to be Ruggiero either.

When I woke up with Ruggiero's semi-hard on pressing against my behind, it was roughly nine-thirty in the morning. I didn't know Ruggiero's before-work routine, but I did know that if I let him sleep an hour more, he would be late to work. And if I was anything, I was punctual.

After I'd rubbed the sleep out of my own eyes, I had laid there, trying to think of ways to wake him.

I opted out for a safer option. Sliding underneath the sheets, I slid closer to him before throwing my legs on either side of him. I danced my fingers down his chest. He moved slightly, but I wanted him awake. "Ruggiero," I sang, "it's time to wake up."

After about thirty or so seconds, his eyes fluttered open and he brought his hands up to my waist. "Good morning." His voice was deep and raspy, but not even that could hide his accent.

"Morning, Ruggiero." I kind of wished I hadn't climbed on top of him. His persistent hard-on against me was arousing, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't want him to wake up and take me however he wanted.

"Didn't know you were a little vixen in the morning, too, Jace," he said. 

Ruggiero was fully hard now, his erection straining to be released. And I could feel all of it, the pressure of his dick pushing against me through his boxers.

"I can be a little vixen at any time of the day, but you need to get ready for work." With that, I pulled myself off of him before I did anything I'd regret.

He pouted.

It took everything in me not to laugh. So, I did just that. I laughed.

"Not even one thrust? Not even a dry hump?" he asked. He clearly wasn't amused by my sudden outburst of laugher. "Off to the toilet I go," he said, climbing out of bed.

His basketball shorts hung loosely on his body and did a poor job at hiding the fact that he had an erection. I almost felt bad for denying him. "Off to go masturbate, you mean." I laughed a little, crossing my legs as I sat on his bed.

"Dio mio," he said. "I'm such a barbarian around you." When I gave him a confused look, he continued. "Normally, I'd wait until after a few dates to seduce a woman, but with you—"

"But with me, your other head takes over and guides you in the direction of my kitty cat," I offered, hoping our banter would give me time to relax myself.

He said nothing for a few beats, just looked at me as if he were trying to figure me out. "With you, there's still that urge to get to know you, but there's also a large want to learn every way possible to make you quiver in my arms."

My panties were even wetter than they were before, but I wouldn't let him know that. "There's nothing to know about me besides the fact that a lot of my companions are elderly people who are quickly approaching death, I like sex, and according to my dear mother, I am a slut. A rude one, at that."

He furrowed his brow. "Really? Do you think you're a slut?"

"No," I said quickly. "I don't see anything wrong with having one-night stands with men I'll probably never see again. Do you see a problem with it?"

Ruggiero smiled at me. "No. I just hope that I'm the last and that this lasts more than one night, dolcezza."

"It's already been more than one night."