ROSALIA

Sweet talking mamma.

Legs tangled in the sheets with his mouth on her n****e, Rosalia felt like she's in wonderland. This was one of the reasons she stayed with David for so long.

He's not only a passionate lover but skillful too, so skillful that every part of him screams perfection. As he moved closer to accommodate himself to t*****e her right tit, Rosalia knew that she was in trouble. This man knows exactly what to do to leave her a mess.

She moaned louder, clutching his hair, silently praying for him to continue and never stop.

"Don't stop please" Rosalia begged, her fingers involuntarily finding its way to her core to increase the pressure.

"Do not touch yourself when I am with you" David glowered, stopping at once.

"What is wrong with you? Why did you stop?"

"And do not ever speak to me like that since I will be responsible for your orgasms for a very long time. Except you don't want any".

"I am sorry sir" She sighed feeling a little downcast

"You just killed the moment ". David said lying flat on his back watching the displeasure clearly shown on her face.

After some time, he spoke again. "My mother wants to meet you. When will you have time to socialize"

"Anytime you set is fine with me sir"

"Why is everything okay with you? Don't you feel the need to want more. I just made you feel sexually frustrated, don't you want me? Or perhaps more attention"

Rosalia did not utter a word but to sigh in defeat. She turned to her side of the bed and signed in defeat.

'I won't obviously be getting a release tonight' . She thought as she fell asleep.

David stood up, wrapping the sheets around his waist and walked into the bathroom to wash himself clean.

He was angry. He hates it when Rosalia treats him like her master and she does it most of the time. She rarely speaks to him informally.

'We have been together for almost six years, yet she won't speak to me like her equal!'

He thought as he stared at his angry self.

Grabbing a fistful of hair, he pulled hard like he was intending to draw blood but slowly released the innocent hair and crouched down.

Breathing in and out, he tried to contain the beast in him. The beast that wants to do nothing but rush back to Rosalia and tease her till she begged for a release. The beast that wants her to see him as her equal. The beast that wants to inscribe his name in her heart forever even if it causes her pain and anguish. The beast that wanted to have and hold her in his arms forever. And most importantly, the beast that really wants to confess his feelings for her.

David did not notice he had been crying until a teardrop touched his knees. He chuckled inwardly at the realization. He was crying like a little boy, not for the death of a loved one or the loss of a big deal but for a woman. A woman who would leave him or worse use his feelings against him, if she should know of it.

Wiping his face with his hand to dry the liquid on his face, like it would erase the fact that a grown man like him just cried, he moved to the shower area and showered hurriedly.

Once clean and dressed in a simple shorts and sweatshirt, he slid into the covers gently so as not to wake his lover.

He watched her as she slept calmly, like a child. She looked so peaceful. He watched as her chest rose and fell with every breath she took in and out and could not help it when his fingers grazed her neck.

Watching his fingers resting faintly on her neck for a moment, like it was the last time he would be able to touch her.

He inched closer and trailed his fingers up to her lips. He touched her nose. And her cheeks.

Placing a chaste kiss on both cheeks and one that lasted a little longer on her lips, he mumbled with a pained expression on his face, "Why can't you be mine Rosalia? why can't you?"

He edged closer and let his face be directly aligned with hers. He planted soft kisses repeatedly on her lips before turning to his own side of the bed.

Lying down for almost an hour without being able to sleep. He stood up gently and walked into his study to get some work done.

If he could not sleep, then he could at least make some money. After all, he would be getting married soon and needed funds to prepare an elaborate wedding.

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"Woah, la cosa di mia figlia é accogliente. Mi piace già". Rosalia mamma beamed to which Rosalia smiled and followed her mamma quietly.

"Look at the chairs and the TV, so big and plush! The colors are so vibrant. La specifica di essere virtuosi. Grazie Dio '' Rosalia mammas' eyes gleamed, sitting on a loveseat patting the seats.

To this, Rosalia felt guilty again but covered it up by asking her mother what she would like to eat.

Rosalia mamma, oblivious to her daughters' change of mood, continued to appreciate all the furniture she was seeing and thank God for blessing her daughter.

"Leave food for later. Come and show me around your place. I want to see every room in this house."

Walking up to her daughter, she linked their arms together and pulled her daughter towards the hallway.

Rosalia showed her mother around, she showed her her music room and even played a piece for her. She showed her mother her little study and even shared a bottle of Nero D' Avola wine with her mother.

The two women talked and laughed. Even at some point when they were drunk, they sang and danced to some traditional music.

Rosalia enjoyed her time with her mother, it was like a sleepover to her. They retired, later that night, on the floor in the living room as the two were too tired to walk to their rooms.

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Glossary:

1. Woah, la casa di mia figlia è accogliente. Mi piace già - woah, my daughter house is cozy. I like it already

2. La specifica di essere virtuosi. Grazie Dio - The spec of being virtuous. Thank you God