Piazza Bella - Aperitivo XIII
Season One Finale - Perfection at Trattoria Bella
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“You can wait inside my apartment if you’d like to.”
I studied him carefully, enjoying the glow and happiness exuding from Liam’s expression. His positive body language was evident, and it felt nice to savor a man whose confidence never needed to be massaged at a cost to another.
A warm, fuzzy feeling of romance and love flooded me as I judged the man who wanted to be my boyfriend. He appeared to be somewhere between love and lust.
“I’d love to see your apartment. Thank you for inviting me.”
“I have great coffee up there.”
“Is it as good as the cafe?”
“Give me a minute to say goodbye to Bella and Sam, and I’ll come and prove it.”
I went inside the coffee shop to lashings of tongue-in-cheek new boyfriend humor from my friends, whom I kissed on their cheeks. The cheeky pat on the ass from Sam and her lascivious grin suggested she’d had fun last night.
“I’ll want all the details later, slut lady.”
“Margarita and I had a great time, Carla.”
“I’m happy for both of you. Maybe we’ll all catch up tonight once Liam leaves?”
“How’s that going? He seems nice. I grilled him for a while, and he held up well.”
“I like him. Much more than I expected.”
“Will you leave the apartment today or stay in bed?”
“I have a whole day planned for us, and unlike you, Sam Riley, I have self-control.”
“Not when Percy Jackson was around.”
“He’s not here, although I guess you might have replaced him for last night. Liam is available to me, and we’re going on a date, that’s all.”
I exited the coffee shop amid a fit of giggles, having purloined what I needed. When I approached Liam and stretched an arm out, hoping he would take my hand, he did, and the broad smile I got was ample reward.
“That’s the great coffee you have? It’s from here.”
“Of course it is. Now, come on, we have a lot to do today.”
His hand slid over mine like a warm, velvet glove, and my heart soared. I felt a satin tingling in my palm and a mild tremble from his fingers. He looked like a man who’d won the lottery.
“You seem happy.”
“You wanted to hold my hand; that’s progress for me.”
“It’s only so that you don’t get lost.”
“The piazza is empty, Carla. You just wanted to hold my hand.”
As we strolled, I glanced at him, judging both our moods and wondering what lay ahead.
“Do you like me, Liam?”
“Yes, very much. More than I’d like to confess right now.”
“That’s nice because I like you too.”
In my apartment, he busied himself in the kitchen brewing a cafetiere from the coffee shop medium roast blend I brought for us to share. He scanned my apartment, taking everything in, pausing only to read a few book spines with a cock of his head.
“Can I browse the library, please?”
“Make yourself at home. I may be quite a while in the shower.”
“I’ll wait. Take your time. Coffee, books, and a girl that asked to hold my hand… I’ll wait until the end of days.”
So far, so good.
I lazed in the shower, grooming myself carefully. I felt the soft pubic whorls nestling around an under-used and, for years, underappreciated pussy. My razor was nearby with fresh blades and shaving cream on the shelf, but I felt apprehensive about making love to Liam as visions of that flashed through my mind.
I felt aroused and placed both palms on the shower cubicle wall, catching my breath and calming down while realizing I’d amassed more feelings for Liam than with any other previous boyfriend.
Is it time to make love?
Am I ready?
Could it be right for me and him?
A collection of soaps in my bathroom had expanded when everyone at work discovered my deep affection for scented bars. Rarely a day went by when someone didn’t leave behind a small wrapped brown package at my workstation. They’d bought them in a boutique store or stolen a few from complimentary stashes at nearby hotels where a friend worked in housekeeping.
Today, I chose verbena with shea butter, wanting to wear a simple scent that Liam might grow accustomed to. After drying myself, including styling my hair, a dab of Mama’s exotic private scent around my joints and neck finished me.
I wore a simple knee-length dress that flounced suggestively from the waist, my finest French lace knickers, and a bra set, with flat shoes for walking comfortably. When ready and having checked out my reflection in a full-length mirror, I felt prepared.
“Oh wow, you look so angelic. You’re such a beautiful lady, Carla.”
“Do you really think so, Liam?”
I knew he was being honest with his feelings because powerful expressions of love, such as the one he shot me, are impossible to fake for the second they last before dissolving.
I twirled around, bathing in his enjoyment of me. As I watched him, loving and open body language spoke to me. Liam was definitely in love; I craved him to say it, but only if he was ready.
“I’d like to kiss you, Liam.”
“Oh.”
He almost fell off the kitchen stool in a rush to get closer, but I was impressed by how slowly he caressed me before our first real kiss.
“You’re so beautiful, Carla.”
“Thank you.”
“I can’t believe my luck.”
“In what way, sweetie?”
“For meeting you on the airplane.”
“It was the sandwich that got you hooked.”
“And now here we are, about to have our second kiss.”
I smiled, remembering how I’d stolen a dubious kiss from Liam while he slept during our flight. I held both of his hands in mine and stared up into his eyes for the couple of inches that separated us in height.
Emotions overwhelmed me while we enjoyed an imagined kiss that was almost reality, teasing and bathing in each other's aura with our lips poised an inch apart. My hormones raged through my entire body, lighting me up like a rampant broodmare in season, spurring me to take the kiss I’d asked for.
I needed a high emotional state to confirm my choices were right, that Liam was perfect for me, and that this moment would be the start of something new, something exquisite. I brushed his cheek with my fingers before wrapping both arms around his neck.
“How do you feel?”
“I’m in love with you, Carla.”
“I love you too, Liam.”
“Do you really?”
“If love is when you feel weak at the knees, swirling amid a storm of emotions and with little but carnal desire on your mind, then yes, I love you, Liam.”
When his lips brushed against mine, a thin rivulet of desire dribbled down my thigh in a zig-zag. My pussy had never got this moist so fast, and with goosebumps shivering wildly along both arms and legs, I was gradually losing control. My cheeks and the nape of my neck felt steamy hot while my whole body shook as though caught in an earthquake.
My heart thumped almost to the point the rib cage protecting it exploded to make way for an escape. When my knees buckled slightly, Liam held me with a palm placed gently into the small of my back. I wanted his hands to grip my ass but appreciated his decency while cursing my sleazy demeanor.
Inside my mouth, his tongue felt like an electric whip, sizzling hot, searching for my soul while entwining itself with mine. I was pleased that Liam was a great kisser and thought of his wife with some sadness for his loss and her passing.
By the time our kiss ended, both Liam’s hands were almost gripping my ass cheeks. I reached high on tiptoes, pressing forwards to feel his cock against my pussy, and needed to break off for an emergency trip to my wardrobe.
“We have to leave now. I’ve booked lunch for us somewhere special.”
“Okay. Thank you, Carla.”
“For what?”
“Giving us a chance.”
“I’m sure this is right for both of us. We’re on a journey now, Liam.”
He kissed me again, more slowly and gently, like a tentative lover feeling their way around a new discovery. When my thighs felt too wet, and both pussy lips tingled, I disengaged my lips before a kiss might become more.
I smiled at Liam almost apologetically because I’d aroused us both. When glancing down at his crotch, I saw a lovely shape of a very hard cock that I couldn’t wrestle my eyes away from. He noticed my curiosity and seemed a little embarrassed.
“I’m sorry.”
“No need to apologize. It’s a huge compliment.”
Very huge.
“Are we going outside, Carla?”
“I have plans for our date and a strict schedule because I must call my mom in the early afternoon to share some news.”
“What news do you have?”
“You can listen in on our conversation. It won’t be a secret for much longer, but I’d rather tell her first.”
“You’ll let me in on your mystery, then?”
“We’ve just kissed and told each other we’re in love. That was wonderful; what else is there to say, Liam? No more secrets?”
“Agreed, but does that mean you’re my girlfriend now?”
“Yes, I am, and you’re my boyfriend.”
He seemed delighted with the official recognition of our fledgling relationship, and I realized what true love was. His feelings for me were etched into every line, crease, and mark on his face. I’d got the real Liam and liked him very much.
“I need a minute to freshen up.”
“I’ll tidy the kitchen.”
“Thank you.”
I returned to my bedroom and slid down the soaking-wet French knickers. Their gusset pulled, almost stuck to my drenched labia, and I smiled because no man or woman ever had such an immediate or profound impact on my sexual being.
I wore two pairs of black briefs for simplicity and safety, figuring the extra padding should contain my further embarrassment. To be safe, a third pair slid easily into my shoulder bag.
“Shall we leave?”
“For lunch?”
“We’ll walk first to see the sights and then have something to eat.”
“Then come back here to phone your mom?”
“Yes.”
He sought my hand, and I made sure we passed by the coffee shop, proud and happy to show off my new boyfriend. I pretended to ignore their gaping at the window, staring stoically ahead.
“They’ll interrogate you at the first opportunity.”
“I’m a philosopher and used to answering questions using riddles.”
“I hope you won’t do that with me.”
“Never, Carla. I will always be honest and true with you.”
We strolled through our piazza and into the shadowy, myriad tight alleyways that cross the city in every direction.
“Have you visited Venice before, Liam?”
“No, and I don’t know why we missed it?”
“You mean you and your wife, Sarah?”
“Sorry. I shouldn’t mention her.”
“Don’t be sorry, and you really must talk about her when you feel ready. I’d like to know about Sarah, but only if you want to tell me.”
As we strolled hand in hand, I glanced across at my boyfriend and saw powerful emotions ripple through his face. Tears welled in his eyes. I stopped our walk and drew Liam close to me, leaning my back against the stone wall of a building, as lovers do.
“I don’t think it’s possible you’ll ever completely get over Sarah. It’s not healthy for you to consign her to history, so we should allow those memories to live on. I won’t ever be jealous.”
He stared at me in amazement. I’d thought about this dilemma for a man in love with two women, one dead and the other in the present. I couldn’t and wouldn’t take away what he and Sarah had because there was no value in that for either of us.
“Over time, we’ll build new memories in both our hearts, but there will always be plenty of room inside yours for her, too.”
“Thank you, Carla. I had such a great feeling about you on the plane.”
“It was the sandwich, dear.”
I kissed Liam briefly and in a way to avoid going any further while gripping his hand tightly, entwining my fingers with his. His cock was boring a hole into me, and I couldn’t withstand much more flirty arousal, so I needed to end this catalyst before an embarrassment.
“We really have to move on.”
The alleyway entered a massive square with a huge Basilica, stately buildings, cafes, bars, and restaurants with a broad, busy canal a few hundred meters away.
“This is Piazza San Marco, and it’s building up quite a crowd for lunchtime.”
He stared everywhere, taking in the majesty of ancient Venetian global dominance. The trading state was a stunning world heritage site that took his breath away. His appreciation for great thinkers allowed echoes of voices to travel through time and be absorbed into his soul. I let him wander and soak up the beauty of a city much loved by my dad, a newfound sister, and me.
“It’s so beautiful here, Carla.”
“This was the center of a Venetian government. Now, Gondola and water taxis rush in and out with massive cruise liners passing through the Grand Canal. It’s an incredible spectacle.”
“Are we having lunch here?”
“Only if you want to help me wash dishes for a week in whatever restaurant we choose?”
“Is it that expensive?”
“Oh yeah. I just wanted to show you some sights. I wouldn’t eat here. Where I’m taking you has much better food.”
I led Liam toward one of many Volto sellers. The iconic Venetian face mask was a must-have for any visitor. I had bought one of my own and had the enjoyment of several that once belonged to Mama.
“Pick any mask as my gift to you. I’m breaking your Venetian shopping virginity.”
He selected a white Bauta mask with black velvet tricorn flaps drifting from the hat section. When he put it on, the porcelain mask covered most of his face.
“That one conceals your identity and social class.”
“I’ll put it back and choose another.”
“It’s a gift from me. Take the one you like best.”
“I prefer something that allows you to see me always. How about this one?”
“It’s a Columbina half mask. Very Zorro-esque and rather sexy.”
“I’ll have this, please.”
I paid for the gift, grabbed his hand, and we ran across the piazza, scattering pigeons and a few tourists on the way. I slowed down for Liam every time we circumvented a street chalk artist. His fascination for dusty depictions, ranging from old Venice market scenes to a shark emerging from the paving slabs, made me chuckle and endeared me to a man charmed by life’s simple beauty.
When I dragged him away from a drawing of a restaurant in full swing, we ran faster because time was getting short, and I couldn’t delay in calling my mom.
“We’re back in the piazza where you live.”
“At the best Trattoria in the city, no less, dear Liam.”
“Are we lunching here? At Bella’s?”
“I’m sure you figured that out already.”
“Even if I had, I still wouldn’t spoil your surprise.”
“Did you figure it out?”
“My lips are sealed.”
We sat down outside the Trattoria on a circular table with six chairs. Bella had reserved it for us because of the widest views and its best position to catch the sun.
No sooner had Liam slid a chair underneath me, moving to take his, than Bella arrived from the restaurant's front door like a shot from a cannon.
“I have a Barolo for you, a gift from your friend over there.”
I stared across the piazza to where she pointed and saw Margarita in the coffee shop window with her arms wrapped around Sam. They waved, smiling and laughing, so I hid my face mockingly behind a menu.
Bella sat down next to Liam, and I began chuckling.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m joining you, my dear. He’s hardly going to defile you on my Trattoria table, and I want to know about this new boyfriend of yours.”
“How do you know Liam is my boyfriend?”
She lit a menthol joint, blew, and waved the smoke away from us, leaning back. She smiled broadly, more so when Luca arrived from behind, holding hands on her chest before stooping down and kissing his wife.
“Your hair, a new dress that you bought two days ago, and you two walked into the piazza holding hands, making sure everyone saw. I also know what’s in the laundry this morning.”
My face flushed madly, and every nerve in my body tingled with shame and delight. Liam glanced at Bella inquisitively.
“What wa-.”
“Extra towels from shaving her legs. I’ll ask the questions if you wish to date my Sous Chef; thank you. What do you think, Luca?”
“Carla is our Sous Chef, Bella. Actually… officially, she’s mine.”
“And you are mine, Luca, ergo… need I say any more?”
“No, dear.”
Liam clearly knew little about female grooming and didn’t pursue the question. My laser beam stare at Bella was a plea to be gentle, eliciting a wink and smile in return.
We ordered a seasonal salad with medium rare sirloin steak. Angelo cooked for us, finishing with a spectacular flambe at the table while his mentor, Luca, stood proudly watching from the door.
Bella was a delight and didn’t probe Liam too much. Sam and Margarita joined us, and even Luca freed himself from kitchen duties for fifteen minutes to enjoy my happiness.
Bella held my hand tightly, kissing my cheek before whispering.
“Don’t cry, sister, but I think he’s very nice, and you both deserve each other.”
“I feel so happy. About us, Liam and those two sluts from the coffee shop.”
“I have the details about Sam and Margarita, and yes, they are sluts, but they’re ours… Trattoria and Cafe Bella have the finest sluts in the city.”
I almost rolled off my chair laughing, drawing unwanted attention to our whispered collusion. I nodded around the table for Bella to see we were being watched and overheard, but she didn’t care or want others to believe that was the case.
“I have to leave now and call Mom.”
“Good luck. I’m so desperate that she doesn’t get mad about this.”
“She’ll be here the day after tomorrow at the latest, Bella. I guarantee it. Pop up to Mama’s apartment later, and I’ll tell you what she says.”
Liam constantly sought my hand, squeezing it excitedly. He liked my friends, and it seemed that feeling was mutual. We excused ourselves, dashed around the back of Bella’s Trattoria, and upstairs with the remnants of a third bottle of Barolo, the others having been shared between six.
I made a mental note to replace Margarita’s collection, thinking it unfair to keep plundering her stash, especially now that she had an expensive girlfriend.
While Liam poured two more half glasses while sitting at my breakfast bar, I speed-dialed Mom.
“Hey. It’s my baby from Italy. How are you, Carla?”
“I’m doing great, Mom, and I have important news.”
“Is it good news?”
“I think so, but it might shock you a bit.”
“Okay, now I’m worried. You’d better spit it out.”
“Did Dad ever mention his past girlfriends before you met?”
There was a long silence on the line while Mom settled her nerves, obviously trying to figure out where I was going with my line of questioning.
“Yes, we discussed all the sordid details of our lives before marrying like most couples do. I had a lot less to share than your father, but nothing he revealed ever worried me. He loved one woman before me, but they broke up before he went to London… and… oh Carla, what is it? Have you found her?”
“Not exactly. I’ve found her daughter.”
“Okay, that’s ominous. Get to the point, sweetheart, please. I need to pee.”
“Dad had another daughter he knew nothing about. The woman he loved in Venice didn’t want to hold Jack back when he left for London, so she carried on and raised the girl alone.”
“Oh, fuck!”
“Mom. You never swear, c’mon.”
“Oh god, Carla. You have a sister. You said you found her, right?”
“It’s Bella, Mom.”
“From the Trattoria?”
“Yes.”
“Jack’s siblings have a niece. Jesus Carla, do you know what this means?”
“Umm… that we have a bigger family?”
“Yes, of course, but I have to go now and book flights. They’ll all want to come to Venice.”
A tiny knocking sound distracted me. I pointed for Liam to open the apartment door, enjoying the stunned and overjoyed expression on his face at my news.
Bella was at the door, so I waved enthusiastically for her to come in. When she sat beside me, I put the phone on speaker mode, not remotely worried about what my mother might say.
“Are you okay with this news, Mom? Does it change your opinion of Jack?”
Bella looked terrified and almost in tears, gripping my hands as though she were clinging to a high ledge.
“I’m obviously a bit shocked, and Bella is not my blood relative, but any sister of yours is a daughter to me, Carla. I’m sure you would have known that. Jack would have been in Venice like a missile had he known, or he wasn’t the man I loved.”
“Thank you, mom.”
“Will Bella mind if we all come over to meet her? I have to tell everyone immediately. Can you send photos of her and you both together, please? Today and without delay!”
I glanced at Bella, who wept tears of joy, nodding her head vigorously. Luca walked into the apartment through the door Liam had left wide open and saw his wife crying, so he hugged her.
“Oh, Mom, before I leave, there’s something else.”
“There’s more great news?”
“I have a boyfriend. His name is Liam.”
“Oh, an Irish name. I like him already. I’ll be seeing him, too, then. Love you, baby girl. I have to book and pack, so I must get on.”
She disconnected the call, leaving silence and a charged atmosphere in my apartment. Bella looked relieved but very emotional and couldn’t stop staring at me.
“Our uncle and two aunts will arrive in the first wave of visitors with Mom, then loads of cousins will follow. You have a family now, and they will love you.”
“I have a family.”
“Yes, you do.”
Luca desperately needed an explanation, so I signaled my sister with a nod, smile, and whisper.
“Go on, you can tell him now.”
“Are you sure?”
“It’s your turn to share our great news.”
Bella dried her eyes, and I heard Liam choke back his emotions when she spoke.
“Honey, my father’s name was Jack. You know that, right?”
“Yes.”
“He’s also Carla’s father. Jack Keady is our dad.”
“Carla, is your sister?”
“Yes, babe.”
Luca gathered us both up in his arms, kissing the tops of our heads repeatedly and sobbing loudly, which set everyone off, including Liam. I felt so happy and as though my life was complete.
When Luca released us, he beamed as though he’d found a lost sister of his own.
“You have a sister, and I have a sister-in-law who can cook as well as me?”
Bella leaned backward and shot her husband a comical expression.
“Surely not as well as you, husband?”
“Yes, I think so. Not as well as you, my dear, but then, you are the older sister. You should teach your younger sibling.”
“Yeah, Bella, he’s right, you should teach me. Now… do you guys mind giving us privacy, please?”
“You and Liam?”
“Yeah, unless you want to bed me instead of him doing it.”
Liam’s eyes popped out on stalks, and although I was being a little obvious, I could blame the wine and my elevated emotional state later. I ushered my sister and her husband from the apartment, locked the door, smiled at Liam, and then strolled into my bedroom, leaving him standing alone in the kitchen.
“Umm, Carla?”
By the time he summoned the courage to follow me, I was already naked and almost orgasmed by the expression he gave me when walking into my bedroom. I wrapped both arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, tonguing the mouth I wanted to have lick my pouting pussy lips.
Liam wouldn’t disengage our kiss while ripping his clothes off, and I almost laughed at the comedic scene of our sexual desperation while he disrobed. When I gripped his solid cock unable to encircle it with one hand, I knew our afternoon joy would last for hours.
“Mom wants to meet you as well.”
“I’ll stay in Venice if you want me here, Carla.”
“Of course I do, but right now, I want to taste this lovely big cock I can’t seem to shake off and then fuck it.”
“Can I reciprocate, please? I want to taste you too.”
“I’ve been turned on all day. It might be a little creamy down there.”
“I have a great sense of smell, and it’s been driving me crazy since we kissed this morning.”
“Lie down on the bed, Liam.”
He did as asked and looked magnificent, with masses of ripped muscles flexing on an adrenaline explosion like a Gladiator preparing for battle. His cock was enormous but not too much to be painful and thicker than any I’d enjoyed before, with at least an inch longer.
I stood on the bed and shuffled my feet up either side of his body until my soaking-wet slit hovered above Liam’s face.
“Your pussy is so completely gorgeous.”
“I freshly shaved for you just this morning while you waited.”
“You wanted me then?”
“From the moment you served me at the cafe this morning.”
I turned around carefully, avoiding stepping on his chest. When I squatted my swollen pussy lips onto Liam’s mouth, a dribble of lady juice dripped delightfully from a puffy lip, and I hoped he caught it.
“You taste incredible, Carla.”
“I’m sure you will, too, darling boyfriend.”
I rested my pussy on his face and enjoyed Liam slipping his fingers in between my ass cheeks, prising them apart for better access and to control my movement. When his tongue plowed up and down my cream-laden furrow, splitting both pouting pussy lips, I shuddered to a massive orgasm, squirting unicorn pee into his mouth.
I felt embarrassed because it was our first time, and oral sex in all its forms was an acquired taste. My concern was blown apart in less than a second, assuaged by his overwhelming desire to devour my pussy, swallowing its most personal nectar.
He whimpered in pleasure and, with that boundary spanned, I peeled the foreskin back on eight inches of glorious solid cock until Liam’s beautifully helmet-shaped, smooth glans coated in the veneer of love was presented for my delectation.
His pre-cum, musky aroma hit every hedonistic sense in my head, beating a taboo drum inside me so loudly that it drowned out any inhibitions that had survived. I sucked his glans hard, wrapping my tongue around its underside, stealing as much salty, musky pre-cum load as I could get, licking the slit on his cock end while wanking the base of his shaft back hard until it yielded more.
I cricked my neck slightly, took a few deep breaths, and slid Liam’s veiny cock fully down my tight throat, squeezing hard once my lips rasped against his pubic bush. I enjoyed a light reflexive gag caused by a mixture of my saliva, his salty nectar, and the massive tool blocking my airway.
Deep-throating Liam felt better than any cock I’d ever sucked. My desire for him was off the charts, and I thought that feeling was mutual, evident by the way he sucked my swollen pussy lips into his mouth.
He frequently swilled my essence around his mouth before swallowing greedily. When I came up for air and continued to wank, while sucking half his cock more rapidly, I forced excited groans from a man who might cum soon.
“Please stop now, Carla. I don’t want to cum yet.”
“Are you sure, sweetheart? I’d love to swallow your cum.”
“It’s tempting, but I’d rather cum inside you if it's okay?”
“Of course. I’d love that, too.”
I felt somewhat reluctant because I revel in a long, loving cunnilingus session from a man who cares, and Liam was the best I’d ever enjoyed.
He cupped my breasts, trapping both nipples between clenching fingers, squeezing hard, adding to my fluttering pre-orgasmic state. Hormones and mother nature’s body chemistry transformed me into a raw sexual beast, and I felt ecstatic when my boyfriend lifted me upwards into a sitting position on his face.
“Sit on your throne, please, Carla. I want you to cum in my mouth before I fuck you.”
To have a lover who wanted to please me first before himself felt incredible and was a missing piece in my sex life. I splayed my knees wider, sitting on my boyfriend’s face while watching his solid cock wait patiently to take over from his tongue deep inside me.
When Liam prised my ass cheeks wide open and rimmed my anal whorl, I slid down a chute of ecstasy and was enveloped in a lagoon full of his warm love. His fingers gently gripped the edges of my sphincter, prising it wide open, and for the first time in my life, a lover slipped their warm tongue inside my back passage.
Liam hit a nerve cluster I hadn’t realized was there. I bucked around and jerked wildly as wave after wave of full-on climax slammed through me. While my boyfriend rimmed my asshole, he even had the good judgment and selfless consideration to slide a finger onto my clitoris, dragging the hard, sticky pearl from side to side.
“I’m going to cum, Liam. It’ll get messy.”
“Yes, please.”
He removed the warm tongue from my back passage and cupped his mouth over my entire pussy. Just the thought of such lewd pussy service provided by the man I loved induced an orgasmic eruption.
Later on, Bella confirmed they heard me screaming from inside the Trattoria.
I ground my clitoris into Liam’s chin while he swallowed the pulsating, frequent squirts from my pussy. His desire to devour me drove my psyche to a mesmeric state where only my boyfriend and I existed, floating in a garden of love and pleasure.
“Please fuck me, Liam.”
“Are you taking birth control, Carla? Are you sure about this?”
“I stopped before leaving the States. It’s okay, though. I just finished my period two days ago, and the birth control hasn’t worn off yet.”
I hope to fuck I’m right.
“Okay. If you’re sure.”
“I’ll go back on the pill tomorrow.”
I hate condoms and absolutely couldn’t consider protection for our first time. My desperate need to have Liam’s cum inside my womb all night was inexplicable but non-negotiable.
I rolled over, expecting to be fucked, and saw beauty and love in his face. When Liam kissed me, we shared the flavor he’d enjoyed alone, and it reminded me of Sam and the nights we’d feasted on each other.
I lay back and spread my legs wide open to welcome a new man into my life and his cock inside my pussy. When he leaned in, Liam’s enormous shaft trembled delightfully against my sensitive, puffy pussy lips, and we were set up to merge in a union of love.
“Fuck me real good, please, Liam. Stake a claim inside my cunt with your seed.”
“Oh, Carla. You’ll talk it out of my balls with that slutty potty mouth if we’re not careful.”
“Do you enjoy dirty talk?”
“Very much. You?”
“Fuck yeah!”
His cock stretched my under fucked pussy wide open, and I screamed with pleasure, thanking the universe for my choices. When my hole enveloped his shaft like a soft sheath taking a blade, I knew Liam was going to be a great fuck. I squeezed the soft tissue walls of my cunt hard against his huge girth while he slid gently, deep inside my creamy pink cathedral.
We locked eyes throughout him fucking my pussy, communicating our mutual deep love and desire.
I helped Liam maneuver my legs over his shoulders until he had perfect access inside me. He pinned my shoulders from any movement with his palms close beside them on the bed.
“I can’t move.”
“You wanted me to fuck you good. I can't fill you up with seed if you wriggle away.”
“I hope you fuck me senseless because it's been far too long since this pussy was relentlessly pounded. I think our first time should be memorable for that. Perhaps if we both have trouble walking later, it might be a good sign.”
He thrust inside my pussy gently and kept going until his cock bottomed out balls deep. I felt my cunt walls pulsating wildly from the huge stimulus inside, vibrating gently while he stretched me wide. A rush of blood-engorged my reproductive organs as they shifted slightly to accommodate Liam’s enormous cock.
When he began fucking me properly, I was amazed at how little weight rested on my legs. I didn’t feel any pressure, just the constant and glorious pounding of my gaping slit by his gnarly cock.
He fucked me into a state of constant, wild orgasm very quickly, and I gripped his hands, squeezing tightly while clenching my pussy around his cock. My belly exploded with butterflies that ascended, fluttering through my heart until detonating in a shower of hedonistic sparks inside my head.
“I’m cumming now. Please fuck me harder, boyfriend.”
“With pleasure.”
He railed me like an artillery battery on a fire mission. I have never been fucked so completely and felt nothing but pleasure from a cock that etched Liam’s signature deep into my pussy walls.
When he orgasmed, Liam’s cock jerked constantly inside me while ropes of hot semen flooded my pussy, racing towards a desperate womb and beyond. I clasped his face between my palms, enjoying the most magnificent cum face I’d ever seen.
Liam saw that I was exhausted and let my legs fall beside him while keeping his cock inside me. When he kissed and cuddled me in the afterglow of our loving orgasm, I knew this was the man for me.
“Can I stay here with my cock inside you, please, Carla?”
“Will you get hard again?”
“Definitely.”
“It might be sloppy in there until I go to the toilet.”
“I like it that way.”
We lingered in my bed fucking, loving, talking, and cuddling late into the evening. I’d racked up loads of missed calls and messages, so after a much-needed, lengthy trip to the toilet and a quick shower, I sat on the bed beside my naked boyfriend and read them.
“Mom and Jack’s siblings fly here the morning after next. She says if you aren’t at the airport to meet them, you can’t have her daughter.”
“That’s fine by me.”
“Not having her daughter?”
“No, silly. I can’t wait to meet your mom.”
“Also, the others want to see us at the cafe tonight. They won’t close until we visit.”
“Others?”
“My other family, Liam. Bella Trattoria.”
“That sounds great too. Are you happy, Carla?”
“Yes, Liam, I am. Everything is perfect.”
I knew that wasn’t entirely true but couldn’t bear to buzzkill the moment.
I need Luca to be okay.
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What a climax. Yes, I’m punning it, but as always Kate, your erotic writing is supremely sexy. At the same time, the story continues to unfold and leaves us waiting for more. Superb.
Hello Kate, I have just finished reading Carla’s Adventure/Piazza Bella - Aperitivo, all of the chapters, again. And just as before, I loved it. Everything about this story so far is terrific, but for me, by far and away the best part is the development of the relationship between Carla and Liam. I just love their dynamic. Now I’m going to read the new chapter. As I’ve said before thanks so much gif bringing this story back to life.