Arrigo stepped away from the grill to give us a private moment.
“You’re doing great,” Rome said sweetly. I wanted to collapse into him.
“Thank you. It’s… easy? I’m not sure how to say it. Your family is so fantastic. It’s like talking to people I’ve already met.”
Rome beamed. “Everyone keeps coming up to me saying how nice you are. Also howhandsomeyou are. Which, y’know,duh.”
I dug an elbow into him and sipped the wine. “Oo, wow. This is delicious. What is this?”
“One hundred percent Sangiovese. Thebest.”
I took a second and third sip. “This could be dangerous.”
The look he gave me. Seductive, imploring, and elated all at the same time. “Well keep drinking,amore mio. This is going to be a day and evening to remember.”
I politely ignored his sweet Italian words.My love.
Yes. We both knew what tonight meant.
I drained the glass and asked for a second.
?
We fell to the landing at the bend in the staircase. Rome broke my fall, his ass hitting the hardwood with a heavythudand me on top of him. We were both laughing, wine-stained lips smashed together in sloppy and drunken kisses. I made a poor attempt at straddling him. He attempted to sit up straight toaccommodate, but we ended up falling back down. His back slammed the wrong way into the stairs and he let out a painful yelp.
I found my feet. Attempted to, at least. Then yanked Rome up. We fumbled our way up the remaining flight of stairs while exchanging a semblance of kisses that were more saliva-covered mouths smashing. My head swam like I had been at the tilt-a-whirl at the fair. Down was up, left was right. Rome stood before me but he gyrated uncontrollably in my grasp.
Somehow, we found our way into the bedroom. Cascading onto his enormous bed was a blessing. Soft, comfort, stable.
Shirts peeled off. Then pants. Rome took a solid minute of fumbling at the clasp of his necklace to take it off before remembering and resorting to looping it over his head. I worked at his boxers, then mine. Finally, our naked bodies pressed into each other, hard cocks rubbing together in a frenzy.
I wanted tonight to be the night. I hadn’t told him I loved him. Yet. That would come after lovemaking.
If one could call this lovemaking. The more difficult it seemed to get things right, the more I realized that maybe we should wait. But I wanted him so badly I had clarity through my drunken haze. We had to connect tonight—I wanted him inside me, pressing into me, through me, right to my soul.
No foreplay. Right to business.
I straddled Rome as he laid on the bed, his massive cock rigid against my backside. I was already sweating and breathing heavily. I leaned away and draped myself half over the bed, naked ass in the air, as I fished through my duffle bag for the bottle of lube and condoms I brought. I squirmed back onto the bed and dropped the items beside Rome. He looked at them with wide eyes that I ignored as I ripped the condom package open with my teeth. I bought the largest size they had. Triple platinum mega XL, or some bullshit.
Took me three tries to roll the condom on his his cock, like plugging in a USB. Wrong. Wrong. Right! He whimpered as I stroked his dick.
This is gonna be rough, I thought. The condom was tight and difficult to get down, but I managed to reach the base, not that I would be taking this whole thing tonight.
Poured a metric ton of lube onto my hand and slathered every available surface. I couldn’t gauge Rome’s face in the dark, only the sounds. I took the quick, rapid grunts as good things as I worked his dick with my hand and played the head of it against my hole. I was up on my knees, hovering over him, my fist gripping the base of his dick so I could target by feel alone. His hands were on my hip, gently moving to help me.
My head swam the longer I remained upright. The room danced as the alcohol in my system spun the wheel controlling my equilibrium. I swayed in a boozy breeze as I fumbled to get the enormity of the head of his dick to at least start penetrating.
Finally. Target acquired. I giggled to myself at the silliness of the thought. Damn, I was a little too drunk for this.
I dropped down and commanded myself to simplyloosen. Which, in my mind, seemed like a good idea, as if I could will any part of my body to do whatever I demanded. Rome poked me, but nothing penetrated. He grunted and I growled in response. Lifted. Dropped again. Harder this time.
His head poked through and I gasped. Sudden burning, but I knew I could power through it. If I just relaxed and…
“S-stop. Alex. Stop,” Rome said, his words slurred. Gently, he pulled me off of him, lifted, and guided me to lay beside him. “This was a bad idea.”
I couldn’t disagree. “This was aterribleidea,” I expanded. “I’m… I’m sorry. I thought…”
I heard him remove the condom and toss it off the bed. “We drank too much.Waytoo much.”
