Frankie looks at me skeptically. “Do we know if the chef is an Italian Nonna with years of family recipes passed down?”
“I doubt it.” I beam at him. “So it isn’t going to taste like Nonna’s cooking.”
Frankie sighs. “I resign myself to that fact. Right, first dinner and some wine, and then a movie. Do you know what you want to watch?”
“There are some options picked out on the table.” I sit in my place. “You can browse and pick the least offensive chick flick you’ll watch.”
“Do any of them have action?”
“Define action? Like adventure and guns or great in the sack? Cause they all have only the one kind.” I grin at him evilly.
He chuckles. “I’ll look later. Buon appetito!”
“Grazie,” I say, uncovering my food.
We eat in silence for a moment until Frankie stands and pours us a generous glass of wine each. I take a long sip. “At least the wine is good.”
“It’s not just me then,” he says, pulling a face. “Did you order dessert, at least?”
“Ice cream and chocolate sauce,” I push the rest of my food away, “which sounds much more appetizing.”
“I know we shouldn’t drink on an almost empty stomach, but we’re not novices. We’ll survive,” Frankie says, reaching for a bowl of ice cream and standing up. “Let’s watch while we eat.”
We both flop onto the sofa, and Frankie looks at the list I’ve prepared. He flips the TV on and selects one of the more romantic movies. “This should be right up your alley.”
We settle back and soon abandon our ice cream for more wine. I notice how freely it flows, but both Frankie and I are seasoned drinkers.
I lean against him, getting comfortable, and turn my head to look up at him to find him inches from my face, looking into my eyes with those piercing gray-blue Sorvino eyes. I’m not drunk enough to do this, and it would be a mistake, but I can’t help but lean up and kiss him.
He kisses me back, and we start to kiss hungrily. We turn to face each other, our kisses getting more heated until he pulls away from me. Forever the controlled one.
I just want closure from him. Is that too much to ask for? Instead of asking him to explain himself, I get up and straddle his lap, looking down at him. I lean down and start to kiss him again. I feel his hands cup my ass and squeeze. He always did like my ass.
His hands move from my ass, up and inside my shirt, cupping my bare breasts. I moan into his mouth, grinding my hips down onto his hardening cock. He flips me over and starts to undress me, and my mind drives me wild. It isn’t long before he carries me to his bed, his perfectly made bed, and drops me onto the sheet, clawing at my pajamas to get them off.
I paw at his pants, undoing his belt and dropping his slacks to the ground. He’s hard and ready for me. His fingers dip between my legs, and I groan as he plays with me, he always had a way with his hands.
He picks me up and tosses me up the bed so I’m higher and he’s lower. I know what he’s going to do, and I have no complaints.
Chapter 10 - Frankie
I kneel between her legs. I’ve been in this position before and am fortunate to have already experienced what she likes. I kiss the inside of her thigh softly, looking up at her, then kissing again, teasing her as I look up again.
“Frankie,” she purrs, “Please…”
I grin and kiss my way up slowly until my mouth covers her already wet, shaved pussy. I know just how to lick when to suck, and what kind of nipping she likes to make her writhe under my grasp. All too soon, I’m straining too much and no longer want to wait.
She seems to read my mind as she takes a handful of my hair to pull me back up to kiss her. I mount her and slide my hard cock into her, burying myself deep inside her. The warmth is incredible, and she contracts her muscles around my dick.
I ravage her, moving in and out quickly, trying not to hurt her. She just moans and cries out my name. She doesn’t seem to mind the pace at all.
I feel her hand between us, teasing her clitoris as I move. She’s close. She only does that when she’s close, so I thrust as hard as possible, chasing my own release.
I lie with her in my arms, letting her doze with her head against my chest.
I feel as though this is a fresh start to our marriage. This night has brought us together and shown me that we are on the same page on what we want from the marriage. It certainly won’t be a typical marriage. We’ve discussed that at length. But the passionate sex makes me believe it can be even more.
I stroke her back softly. She has always had this way of winning me over. Maybe I can do something nice for her in the morning, something she’ll like.