Hacer El Amor En Italiano Novels & Stories

My face was buried in the bed, my fists clutching the pillow as Luca pounded me hard from behind. Damn! This Italian man! I had already come several times, yet he had only finished once earlier. He was f*cking me so good, hitting me deep and striking all the right spots. I moaned loudly when his hands grabbed my breasts and twisted my nipples. I bit down on the pillow and moved my hips to meet his thrusts. He pulled me upright, licking along my neck. He whispered something in Italian, words I couldn’t understand, but God, it sounded so sexy! I loved it, and it only fueled my lust even more. I felt the pressure building at my core, and with a loud cry, I climaxed again. His strong arms wrappe

I let go of him and lean into his ear. "Take me into my room and ravish me, la mia Amante Pescatore(my sinful lover)," I whisper in desperation. A smirk crawls through my lips as I can feel his growl of urgency rumble under me. I have been learning some Italian phrases from Josephina. It looks like the lessons are paying off.

“I understand, but I would miss you, Frankie. I rubbed my feet against him playfully. — I would miss you too, but you know why I can't stay. He hurt me many times. — What's a little love without heartache? — he said with a sad smile. —The Italians have an expression, ' l'amore non è bello se non è litigarello. ' It means a little fight every now and then makes a good relationship. May you emerge stronger for it. — Fights? — I snort. — He locked me in a dungeon, left me on a yacht in the middle of a hurricane and banished me to live under guard where I was kidnapped.

My legs won't stop shaking as I try to lift up to get Damian's dick out of my ass. "Hold onto me, I'll carry you to bed," he says and slowly stands up, my arms and legs wrapping around him as he pulls out of me and holds onto my ass to keep me up. I hide my face in his neck as he walks up the stairs and to his bedroom. He drops me on the bed and smiles down at me. "You're so beautiful, my love." "Sei bello, mi amore." Translations: Buonasera- good evening Sei bello- you are beautiful

His heart jumped with joy, and he wanted to pull her into his arms and hold her there forever. “I’m honored, amore mio!” Amelia smiled, her cheeks coloring at the endearment he used for the second time since he arrived on her doorstep. She knew what the word 'amore’ meant. It meant love! She understood what ‘mio’ meant. It meant my. She had searched for a way to confess her feelings to him in Italian. It made her understand a few endearments in the language she loved. So, Matteo called her my love in his native tongue!

“How would you say, ‘I want you to scream your name as you fuck me’ in Italian?” I took a deep breath. I could feel myself slowly unraveling in this man’s hands. “Voglio…urlare il tuo nome…mentre fai…sesso con me.” My voice was breathy and quiet. His face lacked any expression except the fiery desire in his eyes. “Tell me, Enora. Are you translating ‘fuck’ as ‘sex’?” I nodded slowly. “Why?” His fingers brushed my lower lip again. Another shiver rippled through me.

Michael shifted his weight and now both of his hands were holding her legs wide open. “Amore mio, sei cosi seducente. Voglio fare l’amore con te. Voglio scopare” (My love, you are so seductive. I want to make love with you. I want to fuck you.) He said as he rubbed the tip of his shaft on the soft and moist lips of her core. She bit her lips and they held each other’s gaze. “Ti faccio eccitare bambina?” (Do I make you horny baby?) He asked as he let go of her thighs, but continued to rub himself on her lower lips.

I wanted to be free. Pushing my ass up in the air, he gently caressed my reddened butt making me moan in relief as he kissed all over my asscheeks. He moved my keens apart and positioned himself at my dripping core. “Tutto gocciolante, solo per me!” he grunted out something in Italian as he pressed his large and bulbous pink head at my entrance. (All dripping, only for me!) He reached out for my head and pushed it back down on the sheets till my hair blocked my view and my cheek was plastered on the cold white sheet.

He planted kisses against my body to relax me further which help quite a bit. "I love you," I told him for the second time tonight as he kissed my stomach softly. "Anch'io ti amo." He replied with a smile while looking up at me. (I love you too) "You should speak Italian more often. You sound sexy." He smirked as he moved closer to me. "Se questo è quello che vuoi." I smiled brightly when he said this, "I don't know what you just said, but I expect it's something nice." I said, silently reminding myself I still had to brush up on my Italian.

He didn't even lift his mouth from hers he used the other hand to her help speed up the unzipping of his pants. She gave a loud soft moan when she felt his manhood press against her inner thighs. He pushed her thighs and positioned them to his satisfaction and stroke right in. He stroke in and out with an erotic force. She lost all sense of time. He even muttered some words in italian against her neck. “Sei fantastico, fiore mio. Ho aspettato così tanto per farlo. Sei eccitante!” {You are fantastic, my flower. I've waited so long to do it. You're hot!}