Bellissima! Novels & Stories

she said, her tone teasing, her eyes glinting. At a street corner, a local vendor, his dark eyes bold, his smile charming, leaned close, his voice low, his words dripping with flirtation. “Bellissime donne,” he said, his hands gesturing, his grin wide, his accent thick. “Two beautiful ladies—join me for coffee, yes? I show you real Tuscany.” My heart skipped, my laugh nervous, my hands waving him off, my cheeks burning with embarrassment, my eyes flicking to Vivian, her giggle a burst of sound.

"Hi, Demitrio. Is everything okay?" Demitrio turned to face her, his gaze filled with admiration. "Magnífica, te ves hermosa. You look absolutely stunning," he said softly. "Radiant, even." Marissa smiled wider at his compliment. "Thanks," she said, feeling warm inside. "You're looking good too."

Belle was so sure she felt her heart do a flipper. “Uhmm, of course. Sure. She said stammering again. “I’m Belle,” she added. “Well, pleasure to meet you Belle”. Ronnie said with a sexy look on his face. He handed his phone over to her and she inputted her phone number into it. She handed the phone back to him smiling at him. He smiled right back at her. His smile was so beautiful, Belle could barely breathe. It was probably the most beautiful smile she had ever seen. “Those lips” she thought to herself before calling herself back after realizing she was almost drifting into delusion.

Simple and chic, it fits tight around my arms and bodice until it hits my waist, where it flows to the floor in yard and yards of lace and silk. I look, absolutely, like a princess from a fairy tale. “Thank you,” I whisper to Nonna, my hands shaking with shock and gratitude and joy. “Bellissima,” she murmurs, standing on her toes to press a kiss to my cheek. And then she laughs, moving to the door and beckoning us to come along. “All right, baby,” Janeen sighs. “I mean, I still have my Porsche out front. If you want to bail on this –“

she asked. “No, but it’s fine,” I said. “You’re pretty straightforward though” she paused for a while, “I haven’t asked for your name yet. I’m Chelsea Romero,” she said and smiled. I could look at her for a long with those smiles on her face. “I’m Aliyah Zae Garza. Just call me Zae” I smiled back. “Pretty name just like you” Should I be happy for the compliment? My ex sure looks good but the girl I’m looking at right now exceeded every woman I knew.

Instinctively, I licked them and found his eyes following the movement. My insides fluttered and I froze in place but his gaze lingered for seconds before returning to mine. Even when half crouched, I still had to look towards him. His eyes had darkened into a look more intense. “Bellissime.” I inhaled sharply. I didn't know Italian, but that word unmistakably meant ‘beautiful’. He'd called me beautiful again. Lost in his eyes I barely saw his hand come up before brushing my cheek. I nearly flinched when his palm cupped it firmly, tilting my face toward him.

Smiling down at me, as she licked her lips. "Did I do okay, Il Mio Re?" "Il Mio Re and what was the other one you called me?" "My King. And Bellissimo means gorgeous." "Well, my Queen, that was the best blow job I have ever had." She blushes and looks down, causing my dick to hardern. I sit up with her standing in front of me. She still has her shorts on, I loop my fingers into the belt loops to pull her to me. I take one of her nipples into my mouth, as I unbutton her pants and pull them down. I swipe my fingers across her slit. "So, wet for me, Phoenix." Moving over to her other breast as I slip a finger inside her hot, wet pussy. She fists my hair, pulling me to her more. Moans my name, t

He's still laughing when I sign the last page. " We're officially what now, husband and wife?" I tease, handing over the papers. "Engaged for now," he replies, signing his name with a lazy flourish. He glances up, the corner of his mouth lifting. "But give it twenty-four hours, Bellissima - and the world will think you tamed me." Such a smooth talker. I hate that I actually like his wit. " Bellissima– what does it mean?" " Most beautiful," his dimple deepens as he smirks. My heart performs a full-blown backflip.

Bursting with pride, with love, with something that felt like he’d been waiting for this moment longer than I’d been alive. Leaning on the doorway like he owned the whole world, eyes soft and shining. A proud, almost emotional smile on his face. “Bellissima,” he breathed, his voice cracking. “Mia moglie è bellissima… Dio.” He clapped once…like he couldn’t help it…before walking to me in slow, worshipful steps. “Althea,” he whispered, eyes scanning every inch of the gown, “you’re beautiful. This…” he gestured to the dress, then to me “…this is beautiful.”

“Working… or kissing beautiful women in front of cameras?” I freeze. "What?" “I saw,” she continues, gleeful. “Even the gossip magazines in Milan are having fun. Il principe del ghiaccio finally melts.” Of course it reached Milan. Of course she saw it. I close my eyes, stiffening a groan. She’s smiling. I can practically see it. “Mama...” “She had such expressive eyes. And that hair! Bellissima. Who is she?” “I’m not having this conversation.” “Oh, Dante. Don't do this to me. I want to know the details. She's so perfect. Tell me her name.”