Kisses And Hugs In Italian นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

Where is that dictionary? He moves toward me, his eyes as cloudy as mine. Without a second thought, he leans even closer and he puts his arm around me. I tilt my head upwards and he dives right in, and those wonderful lips meet mine. Just a soft peck but it's hungry, demanding and filled with desire. Not bad, not bad at all. "Delizioso," Matteo says pulling away, clearly happy with that kiss. I think that means delicious, right? Is this really happening, or has the champagne gone straight to me head?

“They’re speaking Italian, baby. That’s their language.” Koda’s eyes went round. “Like… magic words?” Nonna laughed through her tears, nodding. “Sì, piccolo. Magic words.” Koda grinned, clutching his toy car tighter. “Can I have more magic words?” he asked, looking up at them with innocent wonder. Nonno’s voice broke as he bent closer. “Ti voglio bene.” (I love you.) The sound was broken, imperfect, but it made Nonna cry harder. She kissed his curls, whispering, “Perfetto.”

I asked him, he grinned ear to ear, "It's mean 'love' in Italian word," he kissed back of Maria's hand, "Are you from Italy?" I asked getting completely confused because he doesn't look like Italian, "Oh, No," he said while shaking his head, " I had learned different languages at college, so when I got learn about this, from that day onwards I started calling her Amore, first she got confused and also get mad thinking that I am cursing her in a different language but when she knows what's it's mean, she became all flushed and guilty " Harry laugh wholeheartedly, Maria turns fully red,

Paolo and Fico aren't watching us. It's not the first time Dominico greeted me this way. It's a common Italian gesture, after all. It's just a quick, casual hi. Only this time, it doesn't feel that simple. “You look like you just saw a ghost,” Dominico mumbles with furrowed brows after pulling away, his warm fingers no longer touching me. “I-I just didn't think you'd...” “Oh. I can't kiss you on the cheek anymore?” “No. I mean, yes. It's fine. I-I just wasn't expecting it.” I look away and cover my nose and mouth, pretending I have to yawn. Crap. My breath stinks!

I asked sarcastically and he looked at me smiling. "Yes." "But you haven't asked me..." "Sii la mia donna, sì?" "I don't understand but I'm guessing it means 'if you become my woman I will give you a weekly allowance of two-hundred thousand dollars and I will talk to you with respect and won't ever push you away again', if so then yes," I giggled as he captured my lips in another slow kiss. It was sweet and I liked it. "Maybe you should learn Italian," he said against my lips and I pouted, I want another kiss.

I asked if I could get her anything. “No, grazie,” she smiled, then added, “Please … visit … soon?” I smiled and nodded. “Sì, presto. Molto presto.” I told her that I would visit her very soon. She nodded with a smile, as she leaned back onto her pillows. I gave her air kisses over both cheeks, as they do in Italy, and helped her with the pillows. “Addio, Christina. Arrivederci.”

With a teasing look in those eyes I couldn’t stop gazing into, the woman inched her lips closer and drowned the music as she said, “Try me, gorgeous. Try me and kiss me. Kiss me hard.” NOTE There are some Italian Phrases used in this story. To avoid confusion, I will include their translations at the end of the chapter. Please note that G****e Translate was used for this purpose. Once again, bear with me concerning editing. Grazie- Thank you Fiore de Venezia- Flower of Venice Calcio della pistola- Butt of the gun

He leaned into my ear to say the last part in his low and husky morning voice. A man's morning voice was definitely the sexiest thing I had ever heard and it made my cheeks burn as my heart did a cartwheel. "You also know Italian? " "Yes Bellissima is Italian for beautiful" "Can you teach me please... " "What do you want to know doll? " "Um... Basic greetings" "Okay Morning is buongiorno Sunshine is Luce del sole" "What does my stud muffin mean? " He stayed silent and I looked at his face to see a smirk dancing at his lips

"I'll be getting married to Adonis, and if you want the Bernardi crown, I'll get it for you. Just one thing..." "What?" "I want him dead." ***** Italian Vocabulary Amore means love. "Beh, non sono fortunato, amico?" means "Well, aren't I a lucky man?" "Chi è questo? Faresti meglio a parlare e non farmi perdere tempo" means "who is this? You'd better get speaking and not waste my time."