Chapter 22 Livia #2
"Wow, Enzo, quite the compliment. Goddess of beauty, huh? How much wine have you had?"
He laughs and squeezes my hand. "You know she was also the goddess of sex, and the way that's been, maybe you're not the muse, but Venus herself."
I smile and laugh, reaching for my glass.
"Maybe… Maybe," I say. I mean, if someone's going to call me a goddess, I'm going to take it.
We talk for some time, and I start to feel the effects of the wine.
"This is pretty good," I say, holding up my glass.
"Yes, that's why I got two bottles. Here," he says, pointing to my glass, "finish that, and I'll give you more."
"Are you trying to get me drunk, Mr. Bonventi?" I say, laughing.
"I think you may already be," he says, smiling, "But that's okay. Once you eat, you'll sober up, so enjoy it now."
I hold out my glass as he pours. "I don't see anything wrong with that way of thinking," I say, taking another sip.
My head feels a little light. My body is relaxed as the warmth from the alcohol settles in.
I look over at Enzo and suddenly see him differently.
I notice how his eyes capture the flicker of the candle on the table, how the soft glow of the light makes him look divine.
The way his muscles push against the fabric of his shirt.
He's fucking perfect.
He looks absolutely delicious, and I want to taste him now. I look around the room just to double-check that we're alone.
I slide underneath the table, and I hear Enzo ask, "Livia, what are you—"
He goes quiet when I reach out and start rubbing his cock through his pants. He doesn't protest. He doesn't try to stop me or pull me out from under the table; instead, he spreads his legs, allowing me access.
I grab his belt and undo it, then unbutton his pants. I slowly, as if to tease him, slide his zipper down. I pull out his cock and begin stroking. It's so big in my hands, and I slide up and down his shaft, feeling his warmth.
I lean forward and gently lick the head of his cock, tasting the saltiness of his precum. I wrap my lips around his tip, swirling my tongue around the sensitive head. Enzo's hand finds the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair. He doesn't push or pull, just rests his hand there.
I slide him into my mouth a little further, and my tongue dances along the underside of his cock. I can feel him tense up. I take him deeper, inch by inch, until he hits the back of my throat. I swallow, the muscles of my throat contracting around him, and he lets out a low groan.
As I move up and down his shaft, I can feel the veins pulsing beneath my tongue and taste the saltiness of his precum flowing into my mouth.
Enzo's grip on my hair tightens, his breath coming in short, sharp pants.
I can feel his thighs tensing beneath my hands, and I can hear the soft rustle of his clothes as he shifts in his seat, trying to contain his oncoming orgasm.
I suck harder, sliding up and down, using my hand to stroke what my mouth can't reach. He lets out a low growl, and I know he's close.
"I'm going to come, cara mia," he says, breathless.
I pull back, my lips popping off his cock with a wet sound, "Come in my mouth. I want to taste you," I say, sliding him right back in, working him to climax.
He moans as his fingers tighten, and he pushes my head down, urging me to take him deeper.
The sound of his ragged breathing fills the air; he's unable to keep quiet.
I use my hand to tease his balls, gently fondling them as my mouth works his cock. I can hear him above me, growling with pleasure.
And then, there's a brief silence, and his grip tightens in my hair, and his hips jerk upwards.
His hot cum floods my mouth, the salty taste exploding on my tongue. I swallow, feeling the warmth spread through my body. I don't stop until he's given me everything he has.
I pull back, my lips swollen and my throat sore. I look up at him and smile. He reaches down, his thumb brushing gently against my cheek.
"Fuck, cara mia," he manages to say between catching his breath, "that was fucking incredible."
He helps me back up, and I take my seat. He stares at me as I wipe my mouth and take a drink of my wine. I smile, feeling a sense of satisfaction.
I made him lose control, and I loved every second of it.
"What's in the wine?" I ask, smiling.
We both laugh as the waiter comes in and sets our food down.
"I don't know, but if I find out, I'm ordering every damn case I can," Enzo says, smiling.
We eat dinner happily, and if anyone were in the room watching us, they'd think it was a bit overly romantic.
We share food, feeding each other, and at one time, I think how in another life, I would have thought this was so corny, but now—give me that Lady and the Tramp spaghetti scene with Enzo any day.
We leave the restaurant, and on the way home, I just can't picture things getting any better. My dissertation is going well, the fellowship's starting to release funds for my research, and Enzo and I are, well, doing good.
There may have been a bit of drama getting to this stage, but I'm here, and I know how fucked up it may seem, but I'm starting to think I'm right where I'm meant to be.