Authors Note: Hello Ghesties!

Finally another update, and one i think you all will....enjoy 😏

I will be out of town for the next week and a half or so and am not sure when I'll be able to update next.

For now, I leave you with this wonderful chapter.

If you require a cool down, my ghestie SadSaltyQueen is available with a spritz bottle on hand! Hehe

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Table set, candles lit, and wine poured, Copia and Annie sat down to eat dinner. Tonight Copia has outdone himself, having spent hours making nearly everything from scratch, from the pasta to the sauce of the lasagna that rested steaming on their plates, the cheese melting over it with a side of grilled broccoli and fresh baked garlic bread.

“You’ve outdone yourself, hun,” Annie smiles as she reaches over to hold his hand. “You didn’t have to.”

“Ah, but I wanted to.” He lifts her hand to place a gentle kiss to her knuckles, his mustache lightly tickling the skin. “We will be busy this upcoming week, so I wanted tonight to be special.”

“Every night is special with you.”

“Si, that they are. Eat, and enjoy amore.”

Annie nods and slowly draws her hand back to begin eating. When the first bite passes her lips she lets out a soft moan, her shoulders dropping as her eyes close. She savors the bite, licking her lips with a smile, turning to look at him.

“Vincenzo, truly. I think this is the most delicious dish you’ve made so far.”

He chuckles lightly and sips at his wine, a slight flush reaching his cheeks. “I am glad you enjoy it.”

“I enjoy everything you make. Even when you burn it,” she quips, hiding a giggle behind her glass as she takes her own sip of wine.

“That was one time and only because you distracted me!” He laughs, wagging his finger at her as he shakes his head. Annie’s smile widens and she lets her giggle loose, taking another bite of her meal, chewing slowly.

“Yes, well. One time is one too many, no? Still delicious. Everything is when it’s made with love.”

Copia nods and continues to eat, glancing over at her with a gentle smile.

"So tell me, cara," he pauses to take a bite of bread. "How was your day with the ghouls?"

"It was really good. Kali lasted all day in that dress and the girls made him look so beautiful. We watched some movies and ate popped corn, and then we played a card game. Rain showed me his sketches and now I'm back here, enjoying a wonderful meal with an equally wonderful man."

He nods, taking another sip of his wine.  "Si, Swiss sent me a picture of Kali in the dress. It did look good on him. You were in it, too. Laughing with a wide smile on your face. I'm so glad you enjoyed your day, amore."

"Sent you a picture? How?" Annie asks, stabbing some of her broccoli with her fork to lift it to her mouth.

"You can take and send photos on cell phones. I can show you some time, if you'd like?"

She nods, chewing her next bite slowly. "I'd like that. I might have to think about learning how to use those devices. Everyone seems to have one and it's faster than walking through the halls to get a message to someone. Though, I'm sure if I wanted I could train the few rats I've befriended to carry notes."

Copia sputters on his sip of wine,  quickly lowering the glass and raising his napkin to wipe at his lips. "Eh? Befriended rats?"

"Yes," she looks over to him. "They're quite common in the garden. Are you not a fan of them? Most people aren't."

"Cara, I adore rats. I find they make wonderful companions. In fact,  I used to have several as pets but with my duties increasing as much as they have it was not fair to them, no longer getting the attention and love they deserved, so I gave them to Seth to care for since he has more time."

"I never would have guessed. I'll have to introduce you to my friends one of these days then," Annie says with a wide smile, taking another bite of lasagna before using her bread to gather some of the sauce off the plate.

“I would like that very much. Who knew my woman would not be scared of and instead have a fondness for rats!”

She shakes her head, covering her mouth with her hand as she replies, still finishing her latest bite.  “You forget, I wrangled a massive spider with my bare hands. Very few creatures on this earth scare me.”

“Si, that is true.” He finishes his last bite, wiping at his mouth with the napkin once more as he sits back in his chair with a stretch. “Did you have enough to eat, amore? There are plenty of leftovers.”

Annie sets her fork down, taking her last bite of bread with a smile before following it with a large drink of her wine. She’d come to enjoy the occasional glass with dinner, liked the warm trail it left inside her as she drank and they were always delicious. “I don’t think I could eat another bite. Grazie, amore.”

His brows quirk and she sees a flash of emotion spark at her use of italian, a sly smile spreading across his lips as he leans forward. “Bene, mia Dea. I should teach you more Italiano. Hearing you speak even just those two words… Well, it made my heart skip a beat.”

“Is that so?” A slight blush creeps up to her cheeks and she bites lightly on her lip, resting her head on her palm, elbow on the table top. “You know I am willing to learn. And, with enough repetition, I’m sure I’ll slip and say more at some point.”

"I hope you do," he sighs, a smile still on his face as he stands to clear their dishes, pulling out of each as Annie tries to take them from him.  "Ah, ah. I've got this, cara."

"You know that's not how this works. You cooked, so I clean up," she frowns, moving to take the dishes again. He moves and sets them on the counter before turning back to her, stepping forward to pull her into his arms.

"Usually, si. Not tonight, amore. You will go enjoy a bath while I clean up in here and when I am done I will come brush and wash your hair. Si?"

Annie blushes lightly as she breathes in his strong scent of leather, incense and something else. Enveloped in his strong arms she finds herself unable to argue so she simply nods, sliding her tongue out to wet her dry lips as she looks up at him. She could feel the pull stirring, drawn to his warm mismatched eyes as butterflies flutter in her stomach.

“Bene. I’ll go start your bath and help you in. A kiss before we part?” He asks softly, a slight tilt to his head as he leans closer. Annie simply nods again, reaching up to meet his lips with hers, a small sound escaping her throat as she feels a soft static pass between them. It had been some time since her body responded to him this way - the static, the butterflies. Her heart seeming to hammer in her ears as a pleasant warmth spreads through her.

Their kiss lingers, soft and sweet. Unrushed as their eyes close and he holds her tighter as her hands slide up to his chest, feeling how his heart beats hard and fast, much like her own. Eventually, reluctantly, they pull away from each other. Annie’s face is flushed lightly and she gives a drunken smile, licking at her lip again.

“Why is kissing you so addicting?” She whispers, finally looking up at him earning a chuckle from him as he reaches up to brush the backs of his fingers along her cheek.

“I do not know, cara. But I do not complain.” He leans down, kissing her once more. This one is shorter, not as deep, and when he pulls away he rests his forehead against hers. “I should go get your bath ready before we lose ourselves in them.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Annie sighs, brushing their noses together as she tilts her head to go for another kiss. She’s able to pull away just before their lips connect and she shakes her head as though shaking off a haze as she smiles, a thought coming to her that twists her stomach with nerves. “Vincenzo?”

“Si, amore?” Copia steps back but keeps his hands on her, sliding them down her forearms until he holds her hands, not wanting to fully part.

“W…would you..,” she bites at her lip, her blush deepening. She turns her eyes away to help with her nerves as she takes a deep breath. ‘Be brave,’ she tells herself with an inward nod. “Would you like to…to join me?”

“Join you?”

Annie nods, slowly turning her eyes back to him. “In the bath.. We can worry about the dishes later.”

“You would be comfortable with that?” The backs of his fingers brush over her cheek again as he looks into her eyes and she nods once more.

“Yes,” she said with more confidence than she felt.

Copia regards her for a moment until he gives a nod, leaning over to kiss her forehead before finally pulling away to head into the bedroom. “You go ahead and get undressed, cara. I’ll start the bath.”

Annie watches him walk into the other room, taking a second to take a deep breath and try and calm her racing heart. Lifting her chin she huffs out a puff of air and swallows back her nerves, pulling her shirt off as she enters the bedroom. She was still nervous about being nude with him, but it had gotten easier so she felt no shame when he walked out of the bathroom and cast a quick glance at her, seeing her step out of her skirt and add it to the hamper. He longed to linger his gaze, but instead he looked away out of respect, reaching up to finish unbuttoning his shirt.

“I must confess,” he says softly, shrugging his shirt off and laying it on the bed. “Your request surprised me.”

Annie shrugs lightly and rubs her arm, feeling a slight chill as she padded towards the bathroom, hearing the water running. “I.. just think it would be relaxing for both of us. As you said, tonight is our last easy night before a busy week. You’ll be wobbling your ass on stage for thousands of fans, and I’ll be looking for the covens.”

Copia watches her enter the bathroom, hesitating a moment with his hands on his pants button before he undoes it and the zipper, pulling them down and off. He couldn’t deny he was probably just as nervous as she. Never before had she seen him exposed as he was and it sent a chill of excitement through him, one he quickly ignored. The last thing he wanted was to grow aroused and scare her somehow. This was new territory, and her comfort came before all else.

He picks up his pants along with his shirt and deposits them in the hamper before following after her, stopping in the doorway. She’s sitting on the edge of the tub, hair now pulled up off her shoulders and a hand running through the steaming bubbles in the bath and from his position it looked like she was trembling.

“Are you alright, amore?”

“It would be a lie to say I wasn’t nervous,” she replies softly, turning her head slightly but not looking at him as she shuts off the water. “But, I do want this. How would this be best?”

“I’ll step in and help you in, then I’ll sit and you can sit either between my legs or on the other end of the tub facing me. It is up to you, cara.”

Annie nods and stands, keeping her back to him as she waits for him and after a brief hesitation he steps over and into the tub, holding his hand out for her to take and step in with his assistance. Once she’s steady he lowers himself into the steaming, not too hot water already feeling it ease and soothe his muscles. Now covered with the bubbles Annie looks at him with a shy smile as she eases herself down. His eyes widen slightly and his breath hitches when she turns and sits between his legs, slowly leaning back against him. He hadn't expected her to be so bold to sit against him like this.

"C-comfortable?" He asks, shifting his legs so she has more room. She hums and nods in response, face flushed as she closes her eyes and  relaxes. Her head tilts back to rest against his shoulder and, on instinct, his arms wrap around her waist to hold her close.

An easy silence falls between them as they relax in the water's warmth, letting it soothe not just their muscles but their nerves as well. Copia shifts behind her, arms tightening briefly before he relaxes again. His thumb slides absentmindedly against her side and she smiles, fighting off a giggle as it tickles. Instead she shifts and eases back down against him with a content sigh.

"This is very soothing," she says, turning her head to gently nuzzle the side of his neck. Her arms lower to rest on his, palms sliding slowly over his forearms until she reaches his hands and laces their fingers together. He smiles, kissing the top of her head best he can with the slightly awkward angle he had to turn to do so.

"I agree. Then again any time I get to hold you is soothing."

"You heard about my day. Tell me about yours?"

Copia hums softly, leaning his head back and looking at the ceiling. "Not much to tell. I did take a nap, as you had suggested. It was refreshing."

"I'm glad you were able to. You certainly needed it."

He nods and shifts so his knees are slightly bent, breathing slow and deep to keep his mind focused off of how good she feels in his arms like this.

"Then I spent the afternoon baking and cooking, getting things ready for tonight. I had wondered…" He trails off slowly.

"Wondered what?"

"I, ah, had wondered if.. if you would have been comfortable with more than kisses tonight." He leaned his head down to look at her with a nervous smile. "Even with nothing reciprocated I wanted to pleasure you, if you would let me."

"O..oh." Her own fierce blush darkens her flushed face from the warmth of the water. Her stomach clenches slightly at the thought and she smiles shyly. Her pull was alert now, silently pleading with her.

"We…we should probably wash each other. Before we relax too much and forget," Annie says softly as she tries to ignore it, reluctantly moving his arms to sit up and reach for a washcloth, getting it wet and working soap into a lather. Copia watches her, his eyes mapping the scars across her back as she moves worried he upset her somehow.

"Here, cara," he says, leaning forward to take the cloth. "Let me wash you first."

"O-okay," she blushes, her fingers lingering on his hand until he pulls it away. She stiffens at first before quickly relaxing when he brings the cloth to her back, cursing herself for the involuntary reaction. He watches her carefully, slowly sliding the cloth along the span of her back and across her shoulders, his free hand further spreading the suds as he gently massages at her muscles. Draping the cloth over the edge of the tub he brings his hands up to her shoulders, kneading and rubbing out the kinks and tense spots. Under his warm hands she relaxes further, head tilting down with a content sigh.

"So tense, amore. I must remember to give you more massages, if you'd like?"

"Mhmm, sounds wonderful," she sighs arily, blushing as he works his hands carefully down her back, a slight shiver following the static under his touch.

"I'm also proud of how far you have come with letting me touch your back. Ah, don't tense," his hands pause as he looks at her before slowly continuing down. "You know you are safe with me."

"I know. I don't mean to."

He hums his reply, bringing his hands back up to her shoulders. He grabs the cloth once more, dunking it quickly to pick up some water before working down her right arm, his movements slow and although there was nothing sexual about it Annie still felt an extra warmth under his touch that settled low in her stomach.

“Here,” he reaches around to hand the cloth to her after rinsing her off. “Your back is done, amore.”

She looks at his hand and bites at her lip gently, the corner of her mouth quirking up in a small smile. She reaches out and instead of taking the cloth, takes hold of his hand and brings it over to rest on her chest above her breast, leaning back into him.

“You.. seemed like you enjoyed washing my back, why not continue?”

Copia laughs softly, slowly sliding the cloth over the front of her shoulders and up her neck where his hand felt heavy and warm, almost grounding when he paused at the base of her throat. He tilts his face down, kissing the side of her head as he whispers in her ear. “I’d need to touch your breasts to properly clean you. You are comfortable with that?”

“I wouldn’t have moved your hand there if I wasn’t,” she whispers back. “I… I want you to touch me, Vincenzo.”

He bites back a groan and nuzzles lightly behind her ear, sliding the cloth down over her left breast giving it the gentlest of squeezes and earning a soft moan from her. Feeling her relax further under his touch he continues to caress and fondle her breast, his thumb brushing over her hardening nipple. Sufficiently clean, he takes the cloth into his other hand and slides it over her neglected breast, repeating the same gentle gropes and squeezes. His free hand rests on her abdomen, thumb brushing against a long scar as he inches it lower.

“Tell me what I can do, amore,” he whispers in her ear, fingers lightly pinching her hardened nipple earning him another breathy moan from her as she pushes her chest up into his hand.

“Don’t ask, just do.” Her voice is soft with a slight tremble to it. “I want this but if I think too much about it I’m worried I’ll back out, and I don’t want to. Not tonight.”

“Then, you will tell me if you are uncomfortable or need me to stop, si?”

“I will. Now please… touch me, Vincenzo!” Annie whines lightly, taking his hand from her abdomen and sliding it down to rest between her legs as she spreads them.

“Oh, Levanna,” he sighs, unable to stop a groan. He could feel himself grow aroused at her boldness, hearing her breathy moan as his fingers slid down over her slit in a soft teasing touch. “Your wish is my command, mia Dea.”

Applying more pressure his middle finger slides through her folds, brushing against her clit. Her hips jump and she gasps out a moan as he circles it with gentle pressure before inching down to her opening until he eases into her letting out his own soft moan feeling how hot and tight she was. He wanted to delve into her depths, to bring her pleasure with his fingers but couldn’t quite get the angle in the confined space.

“Hook your leg over the side of the tub, amore. Open yourself to me,” he whispers in her ear while withdrawing his fingers, leaning down to kiss the scar that drapes over her right shoulder. She shivers and nods, shifting slightly to hook her leg comfortably over the edge of the tub. Her blush deepens when the adjustment draws her attention to his growing hardness against her lower back, but it’s quickly forgotten when he leans over, sliding his fingers between her folds once more to slowly sink his middle back into her waiting cavern, thrusting it slowly as his palm presses against her clit.

“Oh, Vincenzo,” Annie moans. Her head falls back against his shoulder and her eyelids flutter closed. Hearing her soft sounds he eases a second finger into her, his other hand fondling her breast, teasing her hard nipple between his fingers. Warmth, other than that of the bath, spreads through her to steadily pool within, heating and twisting as he alternates between thrusting and curling his fingers within her and rubbing his palm against her clit. She loved the feeling of the pleasureful pressure coiling in her stomach. Craved it, even, but it wasn’t enough.

As though reading her mind, Copia spoke softly in her ear, lips brushing against its curve before trailing them down her neck. “Tell me, Levanna. Tell me what it is you desire.”

“M-more,” she pants. “I… I want more.”

“Do you want my mouth? My tongue?” He licks up the side of her neck along her pulse, pushing his fingers deeper in her, curling them against her g-spot making her gasp and whine out a moan through parted lips as he thrusts them harder into her.

“Please,” she pants, opening her eyes to look at him. Her pupils are wide, face flushed as she gives a shy smile. He groans and tilts his head, crashing his lips to hers in a fierce possessive kiss as his arm tightens around her only pulling back once his lungs beg for oxygen, panting himself as he smiles.

“Let us move to the bed, then.”

Annie lets out a soft whine when he pulls his fingers from her, biting at her lip as she looks at him. She’s reluctant to move at first, doubt starting to creep into her mind, but when her eyes meet his, seeing the love, lust and desire that matches her own, she pushes it aside. 'Be brave. You want this.'

Bringing her leg back into the water she carefully shifts herself, using the edges of the tub as leverage to lift herself to her shaky legs. Shivering, she waves her hand over the water and it climbs her body, rinsing away all traces of bubbles and soap. Behind her, she hears Copia rise to his feet followed by the sound of wet skin against tile as he steps out and walks to where their towels lay draped over the rack. Curiosity gets the better of her and as she bends over to pull the stopper she turns her head to glance at him. Instantly her face is heated with a blush as she sees him standing with his back to her as he dries his arms and torso, her eyes trailing from his shoulders and down the planes of his back, following it down to the curve of his ass where her gaze lingers a moment until she blinks and continues down over his thick, strong looking thighs. It was then that she forced herself to avert her gaze when he wrapped his towel around his hips and turned to her.

"Ready mia Dea?" He asks, holding out one hand, her towel ready in the other. Annie nods, taking it, carefully stepping out of the tub and lifting her arms as he wraps the towel around her.

His hands linger, sliding down her sides to rest on her hips, her palms trailing up his strong arms until her arms wrap loosely behind his neck. Stepping closer she presses against him until her lips find his, drawing him into a slow deep kiss. They move together, then, with him guiding her out of the bathroom and towards their bed where he stops them before her legs bump into the hard frame.

"I'm nervous," she admits in a soft whisper against his lips between kisses, "but I still want this."

"I am at your command, Levanna," he replies in his own whisper, trailing his lips down along her jaw and neck as his hands slide from her hips to gently cup and squeeze her ass through the towel as he presses closer, drawing out a soft breathy moan from her.

"V..Vincenzo?" Her heart hammers, a deep blush spreading as she feels his arousal press against her through their towels when he tugs her closer.

"Si, mia Dea?" His mouth continues to trail along her heated skin, kissing and gently sucking at sensitive spots on his path to her shoulder. Unable to bring forth the words, she slides the fingers of one hand through his hair, the other traveling down over his chest and side until her fingertips dance along the top edge of his towel. The feeling halts his kisses and he draws in a short gasp as a shiver races up his spine.

"Amore?" He swallows thickly, breath hitching as she timidly untucks where his towel was folded over to keep it in place and with a slight shift back from her it flutters to the ground pooling around his feet. Her heart hammers fiercely and she bites hard on her lip as her hand continues down along the front of his thigh, feeling the strong muscles tremble under her soft touch as goosebumps form following the path of her palm. She hesitates a moment after drawing her hand back up, fingers in his hair lightly fisting as she leans into him before continuing her path until she gently takes his length in her hand. He lets out a mix between a groan and a moan, his eyes closing tightly as her fingers wrap around him.

Her cheeks are bright once more as she timidly strokes him, feeling how hard and wanting he was for her. She feels his length jump in her hand and it makes her feel bold, her fingers squeezing lightly around his length drawing out another low moan.

“I..is this…okay?”

“More than okay, amore,” he pants lightly, kissing the side of her neck once more as he pulls her closer. She nods and leans her head to the side, stroking his length from base to tip in a slow cautious motion feeling him seem to grow harder in her hand. His own hands gently squeeze and knead her ass as he sucks the beginning of a love bite on her neck before moving up to whisper in her ear. “And I love it, the feel of your hand on me. But right now, amore, I want to taste you. All of you. Will you let me?”

“Yes, Vincenzo,” she pulls back to look in his eyes, her hand stilling on his shaft. “Please.”

His lips find hers, drawing her into a deep kiss. Keeping one hand on her ass the other wraps around her as he stoops slightly as she releases her hold on him, lifting her and setting her back on the edge of the bed. She shifts to lay in the middle of the mattress watching as he crawls after her until he's settled between her legs with her caged between his arms, their nethers separated only by her towel.

"I love you, Levanna," he whispers as his mouth finds hers, drawing her into a slow deep kiss. His tongue slides out, caressing her lower lip in askance, a gesture she happily accepts snaking her own out to meet his in a gentle dance, neither one quite fighting for dominance.

As he shifts his weight to one arm his now free hand grabs at her towel, pulling the top free to expose her breasts to him. He moans into her mouth when he takes the firm flesh in his palm, gently squeezing it, his hips grinding down against her making her pull back with a soft gasp at the sensation.

Shifting his weight again he releases her breast after gently pinching the hard pebble of her nipple and slides his hand down her side to her thigh pulling the towel free from her and exposing her body to him, fingers dancing over the skin as they trail back up along the inside of her thigh. She shivers and spreads her legs wider, biting her lip and jumping lightly when they finally brush against her folds. His teeth scrape over her pulse point as he kisses down the side of her neck, fingers rubbing along her slit before sliding past them, the pad of his middle finger brushing against her clit drawing a moan from her lips. He rubs the bundle of nerves gently, his touch light as he sucks and nibbles another love bite onto her skin.

“Vincenzo…” Annie whines softly, shifting her hips trying to get more friction from his teasing touch. He smirks against her neck, dipping his finger down to slide it into her waiting hole.

“So wet for me, mia dolce,” he nearly purrs as he moves his finger in her. Her eyes flutter and she moans softly, moving her hips up to meet his slowly thrusting digit. “And so eager.”

“Please… Don’t tease me, amore,” She whines out.

“Patience, cara. There is no rush. Allow me to savor you,” he whispers, kissing down to her left breast, flicking his tongue out of her hardened nipple before drawing it into his mouth with a gentle suck. As she arches up into him he slides another finger into her, curling them up as he moves them faster, his thumb rubbing small circles over her clit.

“Yes..!” She moans out with a pant. “Oh, Vincenzo..”

He smiles against her breast, looking up at her face seeing her eyes closed and lips parted with her cheeks flushed. “Cosi bella.”

Her eyes open and look towards him, smiling as she bites at her lip. “Vincenzo..”

“Si?” He flicks his tongue over her nipple before rising up to smile at her.

“Pleasure me. Make me come undone.”

He groans at the tone of her voice, the pull compelling him to obey. He would deny her nothing this night.

“As you wish, mia Dea.”

He lowers his head again, kissing between her breasts as he crawls down her body, following each scar he encountered along the way until he settled between her legs, kissing and gently nipping at the sensitive skin of her thighs drawing a soft whimper from her before placing a kiss to her folds above her clit. Hearing her whimper with need he relents and slides his tongue out to finally taste her.

When his tongue flicks against her swollen bud her hips jump and she gasps, her eyes rolling back. His fingers continue to move within her as he swirls his tongue around her clit before capturing it between his lips, sucking gently as he curls his fingers up, brushing against that spot within her that draws out a loud moan. He had barely touched her and already he could feel her walls clenching around his fingers, quivering with need as he quickly works her towards that blissful peak she longs to crash over.

“Yes! Vincenzo… I’m…mmmm,” She moans, reaching down until her fingers slide through his hair gently scratching at his scalp. “Don’t stop!”

He moans around her, the vibrations making her walls clench around his fingers. He hears her breath shorten, coming more in pants between soft whimpers and moans. After a few skillful flicks of his tongue and thrusts of his fingers her eyes roll back into her head and her toes curl, lightning crashing through her as she crests the peak of ecstasy and releases hard under him. Her thighs tremble and her hand grabs hold of his hair, making him groan out at the pleasurable pain of it as he works her through her orgasm, fingers moving slower within her. When her moans turn to soft whines of overstimulation and her grip loosens he finally pulls his fingers from her drawing another whiny moan as she pants, laid relaxed against the bed. Small tremors rock through her and her lips widen in a drunken smile.

“Oh, Vincenzo.. That… That was..” She sighs again and looks down at him, her face flushed. He licks his lips and crawls up her body, settling his weight on her once more as he kisses her gently.

“That was just the beginning, amore,” he whispers. “Do you still want this, Levanna? Do you still want me?”

Her hand comes up to brush against his cheek and she gives him a soft smile, her eyes searching his as her heart flutters. “What a stupid question. Of course I want you, Vincenzo. But…"

"But what, amore?"

"I thought I was ready, but I'm not. There's just something that still terrifies me about taking that next plunge with you no matter how much I yearn for it."

Copia gives her a reassuring smile, reaching up to gently brush away a tear that slipped out of the corner of her eye with his thumb.

"That is okay, mi amore. You know I will wait until you are ready."

A gentle kiss to her cheek, he starts to rise off of her but her hands grip at his arms preventing him from pulling away. He looks at her with confusion, his question dying on his lips when she speaks up.

“You make me feel so wonderful, and I know you are wanting, so… I want to pleasure you now.”

He groans lightly and leans down, his kiss deep and longing. His tongue slides out against her lip, seeking entrance once more and she accepts, sliding her own out to meet his. She can taste herself on him as their tongues swirl and dance in an easy fight for dominance, neither really pushing to take control. Her hands trail over his chest, fingertips brushing against his nipples making him groan into her mouth, the kiss deepening and filling with passion the further down her hands slide.

“Levanna, you don’t-” His words fail him when he feels her grasp his hardness once more and he gasps, pulling back while closing his eyes.

“Amore..”

“Y-yes?”

“Cazzo,” he hisses, his forehead lowering to rest against her shoulder as she strokes his length slowly, feeling the weight and heat of him. “Levanna.. Your touch..Imposta la mia anima in fiamme con desiderio.”

“I don’t know what I’m doing… Am I doing this right?” She asks in a small voice, rubbing him from base to tip in slow careful movements.

“Si, amore. Ci si sente così bene!”

Annie laughs softly as she releases her hold on him making him groan at the loss of contact. Blinking his eyes open he pulls back enough to look at her, his pupils blown with his lust.

“Cos'è, amore?”

“I can’t understand a word you’re saying hun,” she giggles, turning her head to kiss him gently. “Can you show me how you…how you would like me to do this?”

“Lo stai già facendo…eh… scusa,” he chuckles nervously and clears his throat. “You’re already doing wonderfully, amore. But si, I can show you.”

He carefully shifts so he’s no longer on top of her and she sits up, watching him move and sit back against their pillows. Her cheeks flare with a bright blush seeing him fully exposed to her, growing nervous seeing his intimidating looking rod and when he reaches out for her she hesitantly crawls to sit next to him so she’s facing him, legs bent off to the side. Despite her hesitation and nerves her stomach churned with excitement at the thought of pleasuring him. Settled, she sets her hand on his and he guides it back down to his straining erection, watching her face and reactions.

“Are you still comfortable, amore?”

Annie nods and gives him a small smile, sliding her tongue out against her lips to wet them. His eyelids flutter when her fingers wrap around his shaft and he lets out a whisper of a moan. His hand on hers, he guides her movements as she strokes him from base to tip, tightening his hand on hers so she squeezes harder, her grip loosening when his does. Her eyes go from watching their joined movements to his face, seeing him pant through slightly parted lips as he speeds up their motion. He looked so kissable in that moment, face lightly flushed, lips parted just so that she couldn’t resist. She leaned forward and kissed him deeply, shifting to her knees with her free hand bracing herself against the headboard.

“Levanna,” he moans against her lips, pulling back just enough to speak as he squeezes their hands tighter around him. She feels his length pulse and throb against her palm, hears his breath hitch before he moans again. She loved the sound and fought the urge to crash their lips together once more.

“Y-yes?”

“Amore, non durerò…I won’t last much longer…”

“Then don’t,” Annie whispers, kissing him softly, then again after briefly pulling back to look into his eyes. She leans into him, her chest pressing to his as she pins him back against the pillows. Lips kissing along his jaw she whispers in his ear, her voice low with a hint of command and boldness she didn’t know she possessed. “Come undone for me, Vincenzo.”

His mouth falls open in a loud moan before his free hand comes up to grab the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair as he forces her lips back to his, kissing her with a fierce deep passion that takes her off guard. She quickly melts into it, matching its intensity as he pumps their joined hands faster and tighter on his throbbing rod, feeling the inferno within him twist and bubble, ready to burst. It only takes a few more strokes before he pulls his lips away, pressing their foreheads together as he softly cries out, his cock pulsing as he cums, the viscous release splashing against his abdomen in thick ropes until he is spent and he stills their hands, breathing hard.

Annie smiles, kissing him gently on his lips, his cheek, his jaw. Anywhere she could with his fingers still tangled in her hair. His hold on her hand relaxes and he lets out a soft nervous chuckle, returning her soft kisses best he could between his ragged breathing as he comes down from his intense release.

“We’ve…we’ve made a bit of a mess, no?” He finally asks with another chuckle, leaning his head back as he looks at her, finally releasing his hold on her head and hand. She slowly withdraws hers from his softening member and she blushes, looking down over his cum stained abdomen.

“You did, yeah.”

“Ah, but you helped.” His eyes are bright, face still flushed as he gazes at her with love and adoration. “Grazie, amore. That was perfetto.”

“I feel like I hardly did anything. You guided me through it.” She sits back, no longer pressing him into the pillows and headboard.

“Amore,” his smile never wavers as his breathing finally slows. “You did so much. Just having you touch me was divine, but the kissing, the way you pressed against me and commanded I come undone for you… I already want more.”

It was her turn to blush and look away shyly, butterflies returning to flutter in her stomach.

“I did enjoy it,” she finally admits, peeking up at him again. “And I can’t wait to do it again.”

Copia’s smile softens and he reaches over to stroke the backs of his fingers against her cheek, a gesture she leans into with her own smile.

“We have time. There will be plenty of chances for more fun. For now, how about I clean us up and we cuddle, hmm? I haven’t cum that hard in a long time and exhaustion is starting to set in.”

As if on cue a small yawn  takes Annie by surprise and she giggles, nodding. “I’d like that.”

“Would you like a nightgown when I’m up?”

She shakes her head, watching him carefully lean forward to grab her discarded towel from where it rested on the bed, using it to clean to bulk of the mess before he stands on shaking legs.

“No..I..I think I’d like us to cuddle as we are.”

He looks at her, brow raised in silent question before he nods and makes his way into the bathroom where she hears the faucet turn on and run a moment. Settling back on her side of the bed she yawns again, eyelids heavy as she realizes just how tired she was. Copia returns after a few minutes, washcloth in hand, as he sits next to her.

“Lets clean you as well, hmm?” He answers her silent question, gesturing towards her thighs. She blushes and nods, spreading her legs and fighting a slight jump when he gently wipes the warm damp cloth along the insides of her legs and folds before folding the cloth and rubbing it over her breasts and finally along the side of her neck where he frowns seeing the already dark love bite he had left.

“What is it?”

“Ah, I, uh, got carried away and marked your neck. Forgive me?”

She smiles and reaches out to him, drawing him closer before placing a gentle kiss to his lips. “You are forgiven. I don’t mind it if you do.”

He returns her smile at that, kissing her nose before tossing the cloth into the hamper as he makes his way to his side of the bed, pulling back the covers and sliding in after turning off the light. He hesitates, turning towards her and she looks at him from where she laid on her side.

“What is it hun?”

“Are you sure you do not wish for me to put pants on at least? I just want to ensure you are comfortable and I can’t exactly, uh, guarantee that I may not become aroused at some point either in my sleep or when I wake up and I do not want to make you uncomfortable.”

Annie smiles softly and pats the bed next to her. “Vincenzo, I’ve seen you now. I’ve touched you, pleasured you. I doubt something natural like that would make me uncomfortable, but if you would be more comfortable then please, put some pants on. If not, come to bed, hun. I want your arms around me.”

He smiles and crawls into bed as she rolls onto her other side, pulling the blankets over them once he’s settled. She shifts back against him, sighing as she feels his warmth against her before lifting her head for him to slide his arm under her with his other coming to drape over her middle where her hand finds his, lacing their fingers together. His lips find her shoulder where he places a soft kiss to the scar there.

“I love you, Levanna,” he whispers against her skin, pulling her closer.

“I love you too, Vincenzo. Thank you for a wonderful night.”

“Hmm, it is I who should thank you, mia Dea.”

She simply hums in response, her eyes already closed and body relaxing in his warm embrace. It was right before sleep claimed her she remembered.

“Hun?”

“Hmm?” He prys his eyes open  to focus on her.

“We forgot to put the leftovers away.”

He sighs out a soft groan and kisses her shoulder again before reluctantly pulling away, rising from the bed to go into the kitchen and put away the rest of dinner, the cleared plates and dishes set in the sink to be washed tomorrow. When he returns to bed, Annie is already gently snoring, snuggled into her pillow so he gently maneuvers himself to hold her in his arms once more and it’s not long after he’s settled that he joins her in sleep.