Mi Amor En Italiano Novels & Stories

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.

Translations: Fanculo- fuck Ti amo- I love you Bella- beautiful Amore- Love Caro- dear Bambino- baby perfetto- Perfect Prego- you're welcome Il mia bambino- my baby Madrè- Mom

I'm shaking, and squirting all over. He smirks and kisses my lips passionately. That was outstanding. "Ti amo con tutto il mio cuore." I love you with all my heart. He says, and I smile, impressed. "Hai imparato l'italiano per me?" Have you been learning Italian for me? He looks lost, and I ask him in English. "Yes, because I know it's a language you spoke as a child, and miss speaking it," he says, and I hug him tighter.

he said firmly. “Vero amore,” Amir said to Diego. He had learned Italian a few years back to be able to communicate with his Mafia family. Most importantly, to communicate with Diego in his own language. “Smettila di scherzare,” Diego responded with a soft chuckle. He turned around to walk away, but Amir continued. “Ecco come ho guardato Aminah la prima volta che mi sono innamorato,” Amir added in a tone loud enough for Diego to catch every word.

"Thank you mi amore." I got this.

and Jay along with Dan were staring at me so i raised by eyebrow, they shaked their head and i shrugged, weird, “así que vendraís(so would you come)” “solo si les pides permiso(only if you ask permission from them)” “¿permiso? vamos hombre(permission? Come on man)” “hazlo o no vendré amour(do it or i come love)” “bien, ugh eres tan molesto(fine, ugh you are so annoying)” “pero todavía me amas(but you love me)” “desafortunadament e, lo hago(unfortunately, i do) i say with a smile, i press hold and ask my friends “uhmm, can my friend be part of our reunion please” “yeah sure, wait, what language was that” Jay says, “Italian” “oh, cool”, i smile and turn back to my phone “dejeron que sí, así q

“Yes to all your questions. I miss you babe.” “Yeah?” His voice dropped to a dangerously low octave that turned me on in one second. “Yes,” I forced out, placing my phone beside me as my hands strayed around my body, igniting the fire of intense arousal within me. “How much?” Alessandro husked. “How much do you miss me, vita mia?” God, something about the way he spoke Italian always scratched my brain in an erotic manner. His deep voice combined with his soulful pronunciation of those two words was such a deadly combination.

I kiss him back with everything I have, pouring all my fear and love and determination into it. When we break apart, we're both breathing hard. "Ti amo," he whispers in Italian. I love you. My heart clenches. I don't speak Italian, but I understand those words. I've heard them in movies, read them in books. But hearing them from Luca, raw and honest and terrified, makes them real. "I love you too," I whisper back. His arms tighten around me, and for one moment, I let myself imagine we're anywhere else. A different life where we met differently, where we could just be two people who chose each other without guns and blood and Viktor Russo.

Amico -Friend Grazie- Thank you Fiore de Venezia- Flower of Venice Calcio della pistola- Butt of the gun

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.