Date: Sun, 13 Nov 2011 09:21:59 -0800 (PST)
From: Joey Young <untitledlovestory23@yahoo.com>
Subject: Untitled Love Story, Chapter 19

Usual disclaimers apply

Author's note:

To all my readers and possibly new readers, let me just apologize for my
long, long break. I have deprived you of your untitled love story fix and
hopefully this chapter will tide you over. I don't intentionally try to
make my readers feel anguish, but it happens. So, I would like to just
thank you all for your continued support and hope you enjoy this chapter.
It's sort of my love letter to fans.  Oh and to all the lovely ninja's out
there, thank you.

-Joey Young


Untitled Love Story
Chapter 19


I coughed into the napkin, already tasting the sharp metallic taste of
blood on my lips. Sure enough the napkin had spots of the red liquid on its
surface. I sighed and threw the napkin into the toilet and flushed it. I
wiped at my mouth and swallowed a few times to get rid of the taste of
blood. With one huge breath I unlocked the stall and emerged.

The bathroom was small and didn't have any occupants at the time, so I felt
safe in taking my medication. I pulled my backpack off and rummaged inside
for my medicine. It only took me a second to find the right one, before I
had a couple of pills in my hand. I popped them in my mouth and took a swig
of my water bottle. I gulped loudly and felt the large pills slid down my
throat. I sighed once and stared at my reflection.

Back to my vacation.

After getting my stuff back into my bag I left the bathroom and walked back
to our table in the small restaurant. Dante smiled sweetly at me and
instantly stood up to pull my chair out. Ellie and Demetri were already
eating what they ordered, both looking so beautiful. I sat and felt Dante's
hand gently rub against my back in an affectionate manner.

"You okay?" he asked quietly and grabbed my hand as he sat down.

I turned and smiled at him. I had gotten quite adept at lying to Dante,
probably because I lied about my health constantly.

"I'm fine," I answered with faux exasperation. "Would you stop asking?"

He grinned and raised his hands in surrender.

"Alright, alright," he whispered and tightened his hold on my hand. "Enjoy
the vacation, right?"

I laughed, "Exactly."

Immediately I heard Ellie's tinkling laughter join mine.

"What are you two always whispering about?" she asked as she tossed her
soft brown hair back.

I turned and smiled kindly at one of Dante's favorite family members. Her
large doe eyes were very expressive and open, which made her very
likable. The fact that she was beautiful also helped, but I thought her
greatest attribute was her personality.

"The debt crisis," I teased, making her laugh again.

"American's," she sighed with a shrug and roll of her eyes.

"So where to next?" I asked and looked to Demetri, who was more of an
observer than a participant.

"Demetri?"

He grinned crookedly at me, which made his angelic features more
prominent. He like his sister was also beautiful, but in a more subtle
way. He had dark bronze hair that waved gently over his head, making his
flat brown eyes twinkle like honey. He shrugged indifferently and pointed
to Dante.

"Dante knows all the best spots," he replied. "Besides I'm just here for
the ride."

Dante sighed and shook his head.

"We can go get the best ice cream in town," Dante suggested as our food
arrived.

I smiled and nodded in agreement. Ever since I had arrived that was all I
did. Eat. I ate homemade food, restaurant food, and artfully prepared
food. I felt I should look a hundred pounds heavier, but I usually just
threw it up instead.

"Great, more food," Demetri said sardonically as he started to eat.

Ellie laughed, but didn't respond. I ignored him and grabbed Dante's
hand. The rough texture felt comfortable.

"We could always do something, just the two of us," I said barely above a
whisper.

Dante smiled and looked to his two cousins, who were still eating and
talking quietly. He raised an eyebrow, challenging my suggestion.

"What would we tell them?"

"Nothing. They'll understand."

He looked to them again and I nodded in encouragement, before I got up. He
watched me as I walked across the cobblestone streets down the nearest
alley. Demetri and Ellie hadn't noticed my departure, yet.

I gestured Dante to follow. He grinned widely and silently slipped away
from the other two.

				~*~

He laughed exuberantly as we snuck away down another alley, his arm wrapped
tightly around my neck.

I smiled and clutched his lean torso, feeling the hard muscle
there. Gently, he pulled me close and kissed the top of my head, his bicep
bulging with the movement.

"I love you," he said with a sigh.

I smiled and latched my hand around his.

"Can't we go somewhere romantic?" I asked tenderly and looked up at him.

He smiled coyly and released me from his arm.

"It just so happens, I know the perfect place," he replied enthusiastically
and began to pull me down the nearest street.

"Oh, really?" I asked as I followed at a brisk pace.

He walked swiftly past carts selling fruits. People lounged around
caf‚'s reading newspapers or having lunch. Bikers zoomed past people,
making pedestrians angry. A few even cursed in Italian at the bikers. I
smiled in embarrassment. Dante had taught me what they said in their fit of
anger.

"Where are we going?"  I asked slightly out of breathe. "You know, I don't
have the same amount of energy as you."

Immediately he slowed, "Sorry, love. Are you tired?"

His green eyes were tender with apology as he gripped my hand firmly. I
smiled and waved away his concern.

"Not as much as I am curious. Where are you taking me?"

His grin returned and he kissed my cheek.

"Our first stop is my favorite restaurant," he answered and stopped in
front of corner store.

The store had a sign that was written in Italian. I couldn't read it, but
Dante was already guiding me inside. Immediately the smell of baking bread
enveloped me. It was so pure and fresh that I had to breathe deeply. Dante
smiled at me, noticing my intake of breathe.

"This is my father's oldest friend. We have a family tab here, but mostly
for bread. My father took my mother here when she visits. I thought this
could be our place as well."

His eyes sparkled as he said this, like little gemstones.

"I always knew he was a big softy," I replied, trying to lighten the mood.

Dante chuckled and gently squeezed my hand. Quietly he pulled me around a
line to the cash register, towards a pair of swinging doors in the back. I
looked back at the crowd of customers as they all shouted orders at the
cooks and cashiers. The restaurant had a cobblestone floor, but the walls
were a dark paneled wood. Bright sunlight filtered in through the large
windows surrounding the front of the restaurant. Tables were placed around
the windows, where hardly anybody was sitting. Instead they were all at the
cash register, demanding things in Italian.

"Through here, love," Dante whispered to me as we neared the swinging
doors.

I could here a distinct sizzle and bang of pans. We were entering the
kitchen.

"Are you sure?" I asked, concernedly.

He smiled, "Of course. Cesare always appreciates my unexpected visits."

Slowly he pushed one door open.

I gasped at the sheer size of the kitchen. It was large with a group of
cooks, fryers, and servers moving around the huge metal tables. The place
was semi-modern with a few touches of Italian culture. The modern pieces
were the stove and tables, which were stainless steel. A large freezer door
stood off to the side. The traditional pieces were the floors, walls, and
atmosphere. A pizza oven was ablaze in the far back and two men were
placing and taking pizzas out of it.

I grinned ear to ear. The scene was shattering all my expectations.

"Amazing isn't it," Dante whispered into my ear.

"Yes," I breathed.

He chuckled and moved away from me. I watched as he made his way through
the melee of workers, to find a man in the chaos. The man was wearing a
white smock wrapped in a white apron. He was darker than Dante, but just as
handsome. He had a thick mustache and eyebrows, but his face was
kind. Dante and he embraced. The man seemed extremely excited to see Dante
here. He thumped Dante on the back repeatedly, before letting him go.

I smiled and continued to observe their conversation.

Dante gestured widely as he spoke. His smile never faded. The man too. They
spoke for a few long minutes and I waited patiently. It was moments like
these that I wished I spoke Italian. Eventually the conversation seemed to
change, when Dante gestured to me and brought the man's attention to my
presence. The man looked at me and smiled. I smiled back and gave a small
wave. The man nodded.

Dante just stared at me lovingly.

Then they started to move towards me. The man leisurely kept an arm around
Dante's shoulder. The man continued to chat with Dante, as they moved
through the swirl of workers. I just stood out of the way and smiled kindly
at their advance. Eventually I could hear their voices, but didn't
understand a word they were saying. The man had a loud jolly voice, which
immediately reminded me of my grandpa.

"Love, this is Cesare, a family friend," Dante said as he drew near.

The man laughed and threw his hands up in the air.

"Ay, this is what I am, a family friend?" Cesare said with a slight accent.

Dante laughed too and shook his head.

"Cesare, I'd like you too meet my boyfriend. Caleb. Caleb Pierce."

I smiled and extended my hand.

"Hi," I offered, only to be pulled into a warm hug.

I huffed in surprise as Cesare chuckled deeply, which shook us both.

"Anyone that makes Dante so happy is family," the man stated with genuine
honesty.

Instantly I felt warmth spread throughout my body. So far, Italy proved to
be a perfect place for family.

I heard Dante chuckle, which made me look at him. I shrugged happily,
before Cesare released me.

"It's nice to meet you, Caleb," he replied kindly, before placing his hand
on my shoulder.

Quickly he gave me solitary assessment.

"Kinda thin," he offered nonchalantly, and turned to Dante. "You're not
feeding him enough."

Immediately I burst into laughter and they both joined me despite standing
in a crowded kitchen.

"Well," Cesare continued after he calmed himself. "You're an Italian now,
but you must get some meat on your bones. Italian boys are hardy and
healthy."

Abruptly Dante cleared his throat and wrapped an arm around my shoulder.

"It's a little different with him," Dante said solidly and tightened his
arm.

Cesare stared at us questioningly, but Dante changed the subject to a
lighter topic.

"So, Cesare, the usual?"

Again the man beamed with pride and moved to a pair of workers. With a snap
of his fingers he ordered them in Italian. Out of the whole two sentences I
only understood one word; hurry. Other than that I didn't know if Cesare
ordered us food or yelled at his workers to get back to work. I looked to
Dante who was smiling affectionately at me.

"Are they in trouble?" I asked quietly, while Cesare moved around the
kitchen.

Dante chuckled lightly and brushed the side of my cheek.

"You look different," he whispered back, ignoring my question. "Paler. Are
you okay?"

"I'm fine," I automatically responded.

His mouth opened to argue, but Cesare had returned carrying a basket. He
handed the basket to Dante and patted the top with his hand. He recited
something in Italian that I quite didn't understand, but it made Dante
laugh. I frowned like a little kid, who never knew what the grown ups were
taking about.

They continued to converse lightly, before Cesare turned to address me.

"It was nice meeting you, Caleb," he said with a warm accent. "I just told
Dante here that he's a special man. I see bright things for you two."

I smiled unintentionally, "Thank you. It was nice meeting you too."

Cesare laughed a hearty laugh and pulled me in for a hug. I hugged back a
little, which was familiar and warm. He pulled away and planted two kisses
on my cheeks.

"Hopefully we will see each other again," he said softly. "And remember to
eat."

I laughed wholly and looked away. For some strange reason, I felt like he
knew what was wrong with me. There was something in his eyes that said, I
know your pain. I didn't know I shed a tear until I felt it running along
my nose. Good thing Dante was still chatting with Cesare. Immediately I
wiped it away and turned to see Dante making his way toward me.

"Ready?" he asked tenderly and grabbed my hand.

"Ready," I replied as I leaned against his sturdy bicep.

				~*~

"You know he invited us to a wedding," Dante said as he offered me a piece
of fruit.

I bit into the small fruit and felt the juices fill my mouth. I laughed as
the juice leaked from my mouth. I moved to wipe it up, but Dante had
already leaned over and kissed it clean. I stared into his eyes as his warm
lips kissed the sticky liquid from my chin. I sighed and placed a hand
against his cheek.

"You'd better stop," I whispered as my legs moved across the picnic
blanket. "Public display of affection doesn't generally cover sex."

He chuckled and I felt his warm breath across my neck.

"Sex?" he asked, while still kissing me on the neck. "Where did sex come
from?"

I sighed as his lips touched a nerve that made my legs tingle all the way
to my toes.

"Yes, sex," I breathed embarrassingly. "Because kissing like this will only
make me horny and when I'm horny you have a hard time keeping your hands
off of me."

"Go on," he replied with a smile in his voice. "I like where this is
going."

I gulped unconsciously and pushed him softly.

"We're in a park," I whispered with a smile. "Besides you were talking
about a wedding, remember?"

He sighed heavily and moved back to his seat. He looked a little miffed,
but he played it off well. A group of boys were watching us from across the
small meadow, where they were hanging out. A few other people were there as
well, but they didn't pay as much attention to us as they boys did. I
turned and ignored them.

"So, the wedding?" I asked again.

Dante was mid-bite when he looked up and smiled at me.

"Right, the wedding. I didn't think you'd want to go."

I grabbed a small cheese and popped it into my mouth.

"Do you know them?"

He nodded thoughtfully as he continued to eat.

"My father knows them. To them we're second cousins, but not by blood. More
by neighborhood."

"Oh, I see," I replied softly. "So are we going?"

He looked at me and smiled faintly.

"You really wanna go?" he challenged as if I had something better to do.

I nodded gently as I nibbled on a piece of bread.

"Unless you don't want too," I responded, sensing his reluctance.

"No, no," he answered immediately. "We can go. Actually, I'd love to take
you to see distant friends."

I grinned widely and leaned over. Slowly I turned my head and looked to the
boys who were watching us. They stared back slightly surprised. Softly I
leaned in and fully kissed Dante on the lips.

				~*~

The wedding was small, but very intimate. It was located at a winery, where
a beautiful Tuscany home was nestled between two large oaks, surrounded by
fields of green vines. The wedding was outside under one of the trees,
where 6 rows of chairs were placed. The ceremony had already concluded, but
the family was still seated and chatting lightly. The bride and groom were
picture perfect as they moved to the small reception area.  I didn't know
who they were, but I did feel a part of the whole ceremony.

Dante and I were dressed in dress shirts and ties, but he looked more like
a model than anything else. I felt his arm around my back as I stared
around me. He was talking to an older man named, Darius, but I was still
staring at the beautiful displays of affection between the bride and groom.

The groom was a handsome man in his late twenties, while the bride was a
lovely blushing woman. They dress was magnificent as it flowed around
her. I was slightly surprised it wasn't green from the grass or that she
hadn't tripped in it yet. The groom on the other hand had eyes for only one
person. They smiled happily at each other and whispered delicately, which
reminded me of what Ellie said the other morning.

I smiled unintentionally.

"You look happy," Dante whispered into my ear, making me shiver with
electricity.

I reached for his hand without looking at him and squeezed it tightly.

"I am happy," I responded and looked up at him. "Thank you, Dante. For all
of this. For loving me."

His eyes melted into a green gold that made his handsome face loving.

"Of course, love," he replied confidently. "I will always love you. And it
should be me thanking you."

I sighed and looked away with a smile.

"I thank you for existing, Caleb, because the only thing good in my life
besides my family is...you."

I turned and stared at him. He wasn't looking at me, but rather staring at
the ground.

"Is something wrong?" I asked, fearing the worst.

Immediately he shot up and shook his head with a laugh.

"Nothing's wrong," he answered with a heartbreaking smile. "I'm just
extremely happy in this moment. I just wish it could last forever."

I sighed in relief.

"Well we still have until tomorrow," I offered as I stood up. People were
already moving to the tables, while some went to the dance floor. "Care for
a dance?"

He grinned and took my hand.

"The last time we danced you practically had to go the hospital," he said
as he led me to the makeshift floor. "So, please be careful with the body I
love so much."

I laughed and wrapped my arm around his neck. He moved with me and drew me
to his chest. Gently I clasped my hands around his neck and let him slowly
sway me across the floor.

"I will," I replied.

He just smiled and leaned down and kissed me on the cheek. I sighed happily
and rested my head on his chest. I could hear his steady heartbeat and that
was enough for me to stay happy forever.

For the rest of the evening, we danced beneath the setting sun.

				~*~

"Ow," I hissed as the sound of a wooden table scraping against granite
flooring sounded off in the darkness.

I heard him laugh a breathy laugh before he hefted me into his arms. I
huffed with surprise, but curled up into his chest.

"You okay?" he asked quietly.

"No," I pouted and pointed to my knee where it throbbed with pain.

He laughed again and kissed me on the head.

"I think you'll live. Now come on you little marshmallow."

Instantly I laughed exuberantly, which was saying a lot considering we had
to remain quiet.

"What?" he asked with a slight chuckle.

"We are so drunk," I replied as my laughs began to subside.

He smiled and slowly began to walk up to the second floor of the house,
where our rooms were.

"I think you're drunk," he responded. "I only had two glasses."

I snorted, "Well how much did I have?"

He grinned widely and ascended the rickety stairs.

"I lost count," he answered, which immediately made me feel embarrassed.

"Really?" I whispered and covered my face in embarrassment.

I groaned in self consciousness as he set me on my feet.

"Hey, hey," he whispered. "I love you no matter how many glasses of
champagne you had."

I looked up at his moonlit face.

He was truly handsome in every sense of the word. From the curves of his
cheekbones to the translucency of his green eyes. I stepped backwards into
my room. He lifted a hand and took the side of my head, stopping me. His
fingers moved back over my ear and into my hair.

"Your grandparents," I breathed, my voice shaky and broken.

"I don't care," he replied, his voice firm and loving. "So, don't care with
me."

"Umm..." I murmured, making him smile lightly. "Okay."

Quickly he pulled my face to his and our lips touched. My lips felt clumsy
as his tongue slipped into my mouth and tasted me. His kiss wasn't urgent
or careless, it was controlled and passionate. I forgot how to breathe as
his hands slid under my shirt. The smell of wedding cake and champagne
still lingered on his lips. Abruptly he broke away and rested his forehead
against mine. He breathed shakily and kissed me once more. My head began to
clear now and I pulled him closer to me. But he firmly held me in place.

"Wait," he said and took a step back from me.

He was still wearing his dress clothes from the wedding. His dress shirt
was wrinkled and his black pants hung loosely on his hips. I watched as he
reached in his pocket and grabbed something. I looked up at his face, but
he was staring at the floor. His face had gone completely pale and his hand
froze in his pocket. Steadily he looked up at me and smiled. His smile was
genuine and sincere.

"Dante?" I asked softly and reached for him.

But he moved from my hand and started to crouch to one knee. Immediately I
gasped and took a step back. My stomach felt like it had dropped and my
throat felt constricted. I slowly started to shake my head in disbelief. My
hands flew up to my mouth, where I noticed they were shaking. Softly he
removed his hand from his pocket and presented me with a tiny velvet box.

"Caleb Alexander Pierce," he stated huskily. "I come to you as a
man. Nothing more, nothing less. Too ask for your," softly he gulped, which
only made him more endearing.  "for your hand in marriage."

Gently he pulled the lid open and revealed a small silver wedding
band. Engraved on the top was a small bird in flight. I whimpered and took
a step towards him. I wasn't sure whether I should remain standing or sit
down before I fell over.

"Will you marry me?" he asked with utter confidence as he took out the
ring.

His voice never wavered and his gaze remained intense.

I was speechless. Tears silently slipped across my cheeks. Gently I took a
step forward and I knelt down in front of him. He took my left hand, which
was steady as a rock and kissed my finger, where the ring would be
placed. Slowly he took the ring from its box and slipped it onto the finger
he kissed. It fit perfectly.

With a soft tilt of his head, he looked to me expectantly.

"Yes," I barely whispered. "Yes, I'll marry you."

Instantly he broke out into a breathtaking smile. His teeth glistened in
the moonlight, making his handsome face break into exultation. Quickly he
scooped me up into his arms and cradled me to his chest. His lips found
mine in that instant and my hands were around his collar, clumsily
unbuttoning it.

His kisses became more urgent and he lifted the sweater I was wearing over
my head and threw it onto the floor. I ripped the top button of his collar
and quickly undid the buttons. He chuckled lightly and softly moved his
lips to my jaw.

"I was kinda worried there for a minute," he whispered into my ear, making
me shiver.

I smiled and pulled back, "About what?"

"Whether or not you'd say yes," he answered truthfully as he moved to my
bed.

I sighed and rolled my eyes, "Never doubt my love for you, Dante."

He chuckled again, but this time his eyes tendered.

"I've never doubted you, love," he replied as he gently rested me onto the
mattress. "I've only ever loved you."

I sighed delicately as he started to kiss my neck again. His lips sent
little sparks of heat throughout my body, which made my heart race.

"I don't have to change my last name do I?" I asked teasingly as his hands
slid down my waist.

He laughed lightly and lifted my shirt up.

"Only if you want too, love," he answered as he kissed my belly.

I giggled as his stubble tickled my abdomen, "I can't believe this is
happening."

"Well believe it," he replied with a smile in his voice. "Cuz, I'm not
going anywhere. Unless..."

Quickly he shot up and stared at me in the dark. I sensed a new energy in
the room and pulled myself up.

"Unless?" I asked a little confused.

"Unless, you don't want to marry to me," he responded with honest
vulnerability. "I know this is all sudden and unexpected, but-"

"Stop," I whispered and placed a hand over his mouth. "I said yes and
that's all that matters. There are many things I regret, Dante, but you're
not one of them. So, please let's not ruin this moment."

Lightly he moved his hand beneath mine and twined our fingers.

"I love you," he whispered as he brought our hands to his chest, just above
his heart.

"Always and forever," I replied.

Quietly he leaned down and started to work at my belt as I pushed his shirt
off his shoulders. His chest was like marble beneath the moonlight. His abs
were well defined and his pecs were large and smooth beneath my hands. I
reached up and kissed his neck, collar bone and shoulders moving my hands
down his strong arms.

He undid my belt and zipper, while maintaining contact with my neck. Slowly
he slid his hands down my pants and pulled them off. I lay in the light of
the moon, my legs wrapped around his waist. He looked at me in the dark,
before laying back on top of me. He leaned over me and started to pull the
sheets back from the bed. His breath was sweet on my lips; intoxicating as
I breathed it in.

Gradually he eased back the blankets, allowing me to slide under, where the
soft fabric caressed my body. With one quick tug he had my shirt off and on
the floor, without a second glance. His eyes remained on me the whole
time. I was half-naked underneath him, but still his eyes bored into mine.

Tenderly I reached for his pants. My fingers fumbled at his belt, but he
was patient. Eventually the buckle unclasped. The belt slid from his pants
and hit my stomach. The cold metal made me jump, with a slight hiss.

"Sorry," he whispered with a smile as he slid his belt off.

I smiled, "It's fine."

Immediately I returned to his pants and undid the zipper. Heat radiated
from his pelvis, which didn't help with the steadiness of my
hands. Eventually I managed to open his zipper and slip his pants to his
thighs. The silence was palpable and romantic. We had made love so many
times, and this time wasn't any different. His boxer briefs clung tightly
to his groin, which outlined the mushroom head of his dick.

The fabric was sheer and left nothing to the imagination.

Gently I slid my hands into his underwear and slipped my hand around his
meaty shaft. He gasped at the touch and tilted his head back in pleasure. I
pulled the hard member from its confines and watched it protrude from his
hips. It was thick and veiny, but soft as velvet. It quivered and started
to grow in length. I sighed and pulled the rest of his clothes off.

Dante helped me throw them to the floor, before he kneeled back in front of
me again. Hesitantly I reached for his dick again and kissed it softly. He
groaned in ecstasy as I continued to kiss it along the shaft. The girth of
it was mesmerizing along with the way Dante tasted. Ever so gently I placed
the tip of it into my mouth.

"Uhhh," Dante groaned as I gradually licked the head.

The salty taste of pre cum made my taste buds buzz with anticipation. I
reached for his large balls and squeezed them tightly between my fingers,
which made his legs buckle slightly. His breathes were shallow and fast,
but I continued my assault on his dick. I managed to get a good portion of
his dick into my mouth, before I couldn't take anymore. His hips rocked
softly as his large head hit the back of my throat.

"Uh, uh, uh," was all I could hear from him.

Suddenly he pulled out and grabbed my hips. I blinked in shock and felt him
drag me up higher on the bed. I watched as he spread my legs and pinned my
arms on either side of me. He gently began to lick my torso and work his
way down my chest and shoulder to my nipples. He sucked on each one with
ease, before he started to kiss lightly across my chest to my belly
button. The delicate featherlike kisses sent waves of heat to my groin.

He planted soft kisses on my hips, groin and on the inside of my thighs. I
sighed contentedly with each brush of his lips. Abruptly I felt a finger
massage and enter my hole. I moaned loudly. He smiled crookedly and slowly
began to finger me. My legs moved to his back, giving him enough space to
reach the depths of my ass. Eventually he switched to two fingers, which
only intensified the pleasure.

"Uhhh," I moaned as his fingers stretched me open.

After a while he spread my legs wide and positioned himself in between
them. He gently removed his fingers and spit into them, creating a
lubricant. I watched as he applied his spit to my ass and to the tip of his
dick. His hard dick hit my thigh as he applied more spit to my asshole. The
heat and urgency of his spit on my ass and his dick, only added to the
anticipation of our lovemaking. The rawness of it excited me.

He positioned his cock head at my ass and I could feel it quivering with
excitement. No words were spoken as he slowly entered me. Only the sound of
our breathing was heard. I moaned quietly as his dick stretched my
hole. His angular jaw moved to plant a kiss on my lips. The kiss was deep
and passionate, and distracted me from his entrance. For a moment I forget
about everything. I forget we were in his grandparents' house. I forgot
that there were other people in this house. For one moment all I felt was
pure pleasure.

I clutched at his smooth chest as his hips bucked and rocked against my
bare ass. The sensation of his lovemaking was insanely intense and my
breathe began to hitch. Swiftly he grabbed my left hand and laid it on the
mattress. His fingers entwined with mine and held it against the bed. My
dick laid between our bodies and felt the friction of our chests rubbing
together.

Dante's breathes gradually began to morph into grunts. Quiet grunts that
not only elicited pleasure, but also honest love. His lips were warm
against my skin, they never left my body for a second as he continued to
make love to me.

I wrapped my legs around his powerful thighs and made sure each thrust was
deep and slow. He growled roughly against my lips. Quickly he lifted his
torso from mine and rested on his arms. His eyes watched mine with a
half-lidded look of pure desire. Each thrust of his pelvis resonated with
my heartbeat and made my blood boil.

His slow lovemaking continued for quite some time. No one needed to
talk. All that could be said was happening.

The sound of the sheets moving and our breathing was the only audible thing
in the room. Suddenly he gradually began to pick up the pace. Gently he
wrapped a hand around my waist and pulled me closer to him. His other hand
released its hold on mine and reached for my rigid dick. I gasped as he
took it in his palm and softly began to stroke it. My breathes were shallow
and shaky, but he continued to make love to me and stroke my dick.

My stomach muscled tightened and my hands flew up above me. My head titled
back and I squeezed my thighs tightly. Instantly he leaned over me and
kissed me roughly on the lips, his hand still on my cock. I groaned in
painful pleasure as the climax of my orgasm drew near. I reached for his
hands to make the moment last longer, but ever so gently he grabbed my
hands and held them above my head.

Abruptly I gasped and felt my balls tighten as a volley of cum shot from my
dick onto my lower stomach.

I gasped and moaned slowly as my dick shook with released pleasure. My eyes
glazed over as I stared into Dante's, who was smiling happily. Swiftly I
reached for his face and pulled his lips to mine. My lips shook slightly
from the intense orgasm I just had and he noticed. Gently he parted my lips
and breathed into my mouth. I sighed happily and intentionally tightened my
ass around his dick.

His eyes widened with surprise and lust, but he just smiled and tenderly
kissed me. I let him in all the way and felt his hips move rhythmically
against my ass. The sound of his balls slapping against my bare skin was
faint. In that moment I felt him more as the pleasure increased and our
love charged the air around us. He steadied himself between my legs and my
hands shaped themselves to the contours of his pecs.

Softly he pushed down on my hips and pegged my waist to the form fitting
mattress. He held onto my waist and took the opportunity to push as far as
he could go, while my legs kept him close. I placed my feet flat on the
bedposts and steadied his deep sensual pounding. He helped by putting his
hands on my upper shoulders and pulling me back and forth along his dick.

This position surprised me when I realized the amount of contact he was
having with my prostate. He gradually began to rock his hips a little
faster. The sensation of my tightening abdomen rocked my pelvis again as
his dick started to expand in my ass. I leaned my head back and completely
let myself go. His dick now rubbed harder against my prostate and I began
to spasm. I held back until the burning sensation in my groin and muscles
became too much.

At the last second Dante pulled me up towards his chest. Quickly I wrapped
my arms around his neck as he grunted roughly in my ear. His hips rammed
into my cheeks once more, where he held them their. I gasped in ecstasy as
I experienced my second orgasm of the night along with Dante. In no time at
all Dante was spewing his cum into my ass, his back tightening with
release. I put my head on his shoulder as the final effects of our orgasms
trickled out of our bodies and just our heavy breathing was audible.

We sat there sweaty, out of breath and entwined for a few minutes before
Dante gently laid me back on the bed.

"I love you," I whispered into his ear as his dick slowly slipped out of my
ass.

His whole body was sweaty and warm. The contours of his muscles glistened
with the perspiration. He smiled and leaned down. His breathes were still
loud, but he kissed me anyway. His tongue slid into my mouth and ran along
my teeth. I grazed my hand along his stubbled chin and traced upward to his
eyelids. Instantly he opened his eyes and pulled back.

His eyes burned with passion and love like I've never seen before. The
color melted and transformed to a creamy golden green. I continued to run
my finger across his cheeks, his eyebrows, and his lips. Lightly he caught
my hand and brought my wrist to his lips where he kissed it softly. I
sighed and turned my head to kiss his forearm.

And we started to make love again.

				~*~

Light filtered through my eyelids and my body felt slightly sore. I shifted
faintly and felt my muscles protest. I sighed and opened my eyes, only to
blink them closed. The light in the room was bright and the white of the
sheets wasn't helping. I turned on my side and felt him for the first time.

Immediately I opened my eyes and smiled.

"You look beautiful in the morning," he said as I scooted closer to his
chest.

His caramel skin tightened against his muscles as his left hand reached to
graze my cheek. The veins on his muscled arm were clearly defined in the
bright sunlight. His golden green eyes flashed lovingly, when I brought my
left arm up to his chest. Suddenly I saw it and remembered.

"Oh my god," I gasped and sat up quickly.

I lifted my left hand into a patch of sunlight that hit the bed and gasped
again. He chuckled lightly and sat up next to me. His left hand slipped
into mine and gripped it tenderly. I looked at him and saw for the first
time how much this actually meant to him. I could see in his eyes that the
ring on my finger was all he wanted in life.

"I remember now," I whispered, even though we were clearly alone.

"I know," he answered with a faint smile. "We practically sealed the deal
three times last night."

I laughed a shaky laugh and rested my head onto his shoulder. He lifted our
twined hands up and turned them to get a better view.

"You like the way it looks, don't you?" I asked as his right arm wrapped
around my waist.

"You have no idea," he replied quietly into my ear.

Again I looked up at him and saw that same look of exultation in his eyes.

"Well then I like it too," I whispered.

He laughed and squeezed my waist.

"I swear, you are very hard to please," he said with a smile in his voice.

I frowned playfully and moved into his lap. He grinned lovingly and laid
back. I could feel his dick against my thigh, but at that moment all I
wanted was to be close to Dante. His arms held me securely and his heart
beat steadily beneath me.

"Can we just stay in today?" I asked, while tracing patterns into his
chest.

His hand ran through my hair and we laid in total peace.

"Of course, love. Anything you want."

"Good."

His chest vibrated as he silently laughed.

"Good," he repeated. "So what would you like to do today, Fianc‚?"

I sighed, "I think I like Cale, better."

He chuckled lightly, "Alright, alright. So what do you wanna do, Cale?"

I thought about it for a moment.

"Breakfast?"

Again I felt his chest vibrate with laughter.

"Breakfast it is. Any requests?"

"Hmmm," I mused. "Eggs, bacon, toast, and....animal pancakes."

I looked up and smiled at him. My mother had taught him to make animal
pancakes a while ago, but I never asked him until today. He grinned back
and softly caressed my face.

"You know they'll see the ring when we go downstairs, right?"

I frowned, "Can't you just bring the food back up?"

His eyes melted, but he shook his head, "It won't be that bad. My family
loves you, remember?"

I sighed and pulled myself up to his chest. Our pelvis's rested against
each other. Slowly I leaned in and parted his sweet lips. He breathed into
my mouth and made my head swim with dizzying thoughts. In a blaze of heat
our lips touched and I could feel the beat of his heart in that one moment
as we started to make love again.

Slowly the world melted away and it was just us two.

To be continued...

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