Kisses And Hugs In Italian นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She nodded her head slowly and asked, “What is bitch in Italian?” He raised a brow and said, “La Cagna or la puttana.” She pursed her lips and asked, “What about fuck you?” “Vaffanculo,” he aswered. She nodded her head and asked, “How about go kill yourself?” His brows knitted as he answered, “Vai a ucciderti.” “And I will kill you?” She again. “Ti uccidero. Why are you asking me this?” He questioned her. “One thing my mother taught me is that you need to learn the swear words first and especially the words, I will kill you in a different language,” she answered.

Within seconds, he is already cupping my face—so that it would be easier for us to kiss in sync. I feel him smiling at our kiss as he pulls me closer, deepening the kiss. Even though I know that the both of us want this kiss to happen—just like our first kiss last night but we don't rush it. Not a single bit. We kiss slowly yet passionately at the same time, appreciating the moment other than only catching up with lust. He pulls away slightly, placing his thumb on my lower lip and looking straight into my eyes. Is it just me or there's something with Italians? I thought to myself.

Kyle chuckles, "Well, I was wondering if I could, you know, ask for permission to touch your belly and say good night to the little one in Italian. It's a way for me to practice, and who knows, maybe the baby will get a kick out of it." Kaitlyn, touched by the sweet request, nods with a grin, "Of course, Kyle. That sounds adorable. Go ahead." With a playful grin, Kyle decides to take his request a step further. He bends his knee slightly, creating a whimsical and endearing scene. Placing his hand on Kaitlyn's belly, he whispers, "Buona notte, piccolo," meaning 'Good night, little one' in Italian.

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.

So, in the following days, Shirley indeed diligently learned etiquette under the guidance of the etiquette teacher. Although it was a crash course, it must be said that Shirley was very intelligent and quickly mastered it completely. When Keith came home from work, as soon as he entered the door, he saw Shirley earnestly reciting Italian, saying, "Ti amo..." (Remark: Ti amo, means "I love you.") Hearing Shirley recite this phrase, Keith's heart skipped a beat. Does she know what this phrase means? "Piacere di conoscerti..." Shirley continued to recite. (Remark: Piacere di conoscerti, means "Nice to meet you." )

I closed my eyes and screamed his name for the whole of Manhattan to hear. I climaxed again and soon felt his semen flooding inside of me. His contents filled me up with warmth. He took his lips off of my neck, I could now feel his cum dripping out of me slowly. He touched my cheek as I reopened my eyes, he smiled slightly as he touched my lips with his thumb. “Ti amo, Cuore mio (I love you, my heart)!” He whispered, pecking my forehead lovingly. I smiled with contentment, up at him. “I love you too, Tesoro mio (My treasure).” I mustered as much Italian as I could, making him smile brightly at me.

Suddenly the image of a beautiful black stallion and a gorgeous man kissing her on a beach in Italy when she had gone back for the trial. ‘Tu.’ [You] She whispered as he kissed her possessively dominating her completely, ‘Sei tu.’ [It is you] He saw the recognition in her deep blue eyes and his sparkled mischievously, ‘Così ti ricordi di me, mia piccola bellezza.’ [So you remember me my little beauty?] Discreetly, out of the view of everyone watching them, he kissed down her neck nipping it at the base and she moaned softly all thoughts disappearing as desire swept through her,

After think about what to say, he immediately sent a reply. James: “Kissing people on the cheek is a common gesture here in Italy, I noticed that when I came to the country the first time. I see people kiss their friends on the cheek and even acquaintances as a way of greeting them or saying goodbye to them. What I did was just follow the Italian tradition and common gesture, like I told you that day, I didn’t mean it another way, it was just me saying goodbye the “Italian way” James emphasized the last part so she will understand what he is saying.

Then Hugging Me And I Hugged Her Back Inhaling Her Floraly Sweet Smell And I Realized I'm Home And She's My Home. " Mi Piace La Sensazione Ottengo Quando Vedo Il Tuo Sorriso E Ti Amo Più" I Said In Italian. Kissing The Top Of Her Head. "I Didn't Understand What You Said Even After My Mum Is Italian But I Get The Last Three Words Love You More And Did I Ever Tell You That Your Italian Accent And When You Speak Italian It's Really Sexy" She Said Looking Up In My Eye's. "Well Now I Know Mio Amore" I Said And Chuckled While She Laid Her Head On My Chest.

“Come on, I have to have dibs on you because Chulo is the music man and we need dancing partners!” She pulled him away, and Todd gave me a dramatic expression that was also funny. I laughed as he mouthed, ‘I love you.’ I mouthed back to him, ‘I love you too.’