My summer in Italy

Part 9

Me and Roberto finished clearing the table and headed inside neither of us speaking a word. We glanced at each other before we headed in, again no words where spoken but our eyes said 'brace yourself.' Maria was leaning over the kitchen island, drinking something that defiantly smelled like it had alcohol in it. I glanced up at her, but before I could say anything Roberto motioned for me to go upstairs.

I lightly knocked on Andrea's door, before entering, "Not right now" He said bluntly but I didnt listen. I sat next to him on the end of the bed and placed my hand on his. He looked so defeated, his normal confidence was far gone and his face was red from yelling.

"What was all that for?" I asked referring to his performance at dinner. He shook his head and moved his hand away from mine,

"He was flirting with you, and I saw him touch your thigh." he said, I could hear the frustration in his voice. Suddenly my empathy for him turned to annoyance. He could have a make out session in front of me but a man couldn't flirt with me?

"So what? where not dating, so stop being so sensitive" I snapped, I could see the hurt in his eyes, similar to mine after he spoke those words to me the day before. In that moment I wanted so badly for him to correct me, tell me he cared for me and pull me into his arms but instead he reacted to my anger and said,

"Your right, you'r just something to fuck." Before this his eyes were on the ground, but now they were starring directly into mine. The lump in my throat from earlier returned, and I felt like I was going to burst out in to tears. I stared at him, and as much as I tried to hold them back they came rushing out of my eyes, and rolled down my hot face. I stormed out of the room and slammed the door behind me, I hated him. He had bean using me this whole, and I let him do it.

The next morning I woke up early to Andrea sitting at the end of my bed, he looked guilty. He didnt move his eyes from the floor and he twiddled his thumbs, as he began to speak, "Im sorry" silence filled the room until he spoke again, "Im sorry for what I said last night, i'm sorry for what I said at the bridge and most of all i'm sorry for roping you into my life." I just looked at him as his eyes began to look up and meet mine, my empathy returned. He grabbed my chin and pulled my face closer to his and a tear ran down my face he repeated, "Im sorry."

Next thing I new Andrea had put his lips on mine, kissing me with more passion then he ever had before. The kissing began to trail down my body, and he removed my shirt leaving me naked, exposed to him. I ran my fingers through his curly brown hair, that I loved so much. I moaned as he sucked harder on my neck, leaving dark circles. He moved his mouth down there and began tracing around my clitoris with his tongue, I moaned loader but this time Andrea didn't cover my mouth, as he usually did, instead he kept going without saying a word. He swiftly slipped off his shirt and boxers before climbing on top of me. "You sure?" he asked, his eyes still full of guilt and his voice trembling, I nodded and he slipped inside of me. He moved slowly, in and out, filling me up and draining me. I moaned and with one more thrust I came, and Andrea did the same soon after. He cuddled up next to me, his touch warming my bare body, and whispered in my ear, "You are so much more than something to fuck, you'r mine." He smiled and snuggled up closer to me.

The two of us fell back to sleep, and woke up a few hours later ounce again in each others arms, I got ready for the day and headed to work without eating breakfast, I was too embarrassed to face Maria even though Andrea promised she wasn't mad at me.