CHIARA
Melo lowered his head while his shoulders shook. Was he—"You are crying? Why? Have I done anything wrong? Fuck! I'm such an idiot!" I jolted up and picked up my phone. Last I tried to kiss him, he pulled away. I got bolder this time but only to ruin things all over again. "Wait." A hand wrapped around wrist, then his red eyes met mine. "You did nothing wrong." he smiled, making me frown.
"But… your eyes." I reminded him, a bile rising on my throat. Why did things shatter inside me to see his tears? He exhaled loudly, "I waited so long for this moment, and you just showed me that it was worth it." His glistening eyes softened further, gently pulling me back. "Then you are not mad that I…" I trailed off, letting him sit me between his parted thighs. "No. For the love of God, no. These are tears of joy, tesoro." He was smiling, but I was concerned at how red his face had become instead.
He rubbed a hand across his face, "God. I would give anything to have you, Chichi. Anything." I smiled back, sheepishly even. "I want a taste of your lips," he brushed my hair off my face. "Then have it," I whispered, gazing back at his magnet eyes. The spell that held me in place. He moved closer, and I held my breath, my one hand wrapping around the small of his back while the other rested on his chest. His one hand was around my waist, pressing gently while the other explored my face.
Tracing the outline of my eyes, then down to my nose and further to my parted lips, silence breathing escaping them. My chest rose and fell while I could feel his expanding with each breath that he took. "I shouldn't be doing this, not yet," he uttered after a short while filling my heart with disappointment. "Why not?" Yeah, why the fuck not?
"I'm afraid if I have a taste of you, I'll never be able to stop myself." He said. "You do the tasting, I'll worry about the stopping part." I stated, looking down his lips intently.
"Don't, baby," I raised a brow at his words. "Don't look at me like that. If I lose control, I'll hold you responsible for my actions, tesoro." He murmured in my ear. I glared at him, irritation bubbling in my chest. "Who asked you to hold back? Don't hold back!" He grunted, "Fuck, tesoro." My nose flared, "I swear to God if you don't ki—" he swallowed the rest of my words with his mouth.
Not on my lips though, on my fucking neck. Sucking hard and pulling a moan from my parted lips. His hand held the back of my head, angling it for a good access, while the other fondled my waist and my back.
Each stroke of his warm lips against my skin sent my nerves on a spiral. Blood pumping so hard I feared my veins would burst. It was so soft and rough at the same time. His teeth grazed my collar bone and then licked the part afterwards, causing a lewd noise to escape me. This… it made me feel so alive like I'd never been my entire life.
When he pulled back, I was struggling for sanity. Our chests were rising and falling in sync. And our foreheads pressed together. He grinned at me, and I shut my eyes, chuckling in disbelief, "God," I wanted a real kiss, but that… that will do.
He dropped kisses on my heating cheeks and pulled me to his chest. He held me tightly, letting out a groan. "You are going to be the death of me, tesoro." He kissed my hair. I was relieved that whatever that was going on with me was affecting him as well.
"You are going to die when your time comes," I responded, glad that he couldn't see my stupid grin. "But you are surely going to be the cause of it and now you know it," I haven't been kissed in a while even though it was only on my neck. The spots still tingled with sensation. My heart felt content. And now I couldn't wait to have him kiss my mouth. God, I'm so fucked.
"It's lunch time," He whispered to my ear. Yeah, and I wouldn't mind you having me on that big table of yours. "Alright," I said, squeezing my eyes shut. Fuckfuckfuck! Now I couldn't get the dirty images from my mind. My phone suddenly vibrated. Hell no! Not again. Not when I was sitting on his lap.
He lifted and handed it to me. Taking a mental deep breath, I stared at the unknown number on the screen. Great. All the messier. I picked up and stayed silent.
"Hello," a female voice came through. "Hey, it's me Celia. I've been calling Melo for a while, but I couldn't get him. Are you with him?" she said. "How did you get my number Celia?" I asked. "I—actually, I robbed it from his phone. Sorry." She confessed. I couldn't help but smile.
"There is no need. Here is your brother." I said and handed it to him. He sighed and placed it on speaker phone. "What?" he frowned, making my smile deepen. He was a totally different person when he was talking to other people. The stupid butterflies danced in my stomach to the fact that he was soft but only to me. "You know why I'm calling you and that's why you are avoiding me." She uttered. "Then you must know that the answer is still no." Carmelo deadpanned.
"Seriously? You two had your fair share of fun but when it comes to me, you launch your big brother card high in the air." She complained in frustration. "We're just protecting you, Celia." He replied. "It's an all-female party for Christ's sake! A home party! And it's in Portofino with my school friends." She blew the speaker.
"Last time you went to a party, you came back high. Turns out you were partying with drug dealers, and they spiked your drink. Yeah, we're not doing that again." He said. "They were not drug dealers, I'm telling you for a thousand times now! Papa would've let me go, you buzzkill." Her huffing came so loud. "Fortunately, your beloved Papa is not here. Stay in and party at home if you want. Or go study and get creative if you got so much time in your hands. But you are not going to that party, Celia. And that's final."
"Fine! I hate you." She said, "I love you more, Celia." He handed the phone back, but she wasn't done. "By the way Chiara," she started.
"Hmm?"
"Did you know that Melo bakes?" My eyes glanced at the man in surprise. "What?" I blurted. "Celia," he uttered with a tight face. "He bakes! Melo bakes. And he is so freaking good." she said and hung up. The men rose, cursing under his breath.
Yup, he wasn't getting away with this. I'd seen him at work. I'd seen him with his family. But in the kitchen baking? Now that was something to never miss. I sprang up. "So, you bake?" I asked, a single eyebrow slightly raised. His shoulders dropped, "A long time ago yes," he replied. I nodded, shocked but then I remembered how he once said that they accumulated so many different skills growing up.
"Come on, let's have lunch." He said, taking my hand and walking back inside with me. Both of our skin was tanned. "Bake for me," I blurted. "What? No. It's been a while since I last did, tesoro." He shook his head, sliding the door and held it for me to enter before shutting it. All the more fun. "I won't have lunch then," I deadpanned.
"Come on. Stop being such a baby," he complained. "What if I want to be babied? If you don't want to do that much for me, fine." I walked past him and stomped to the stairs. I felt him and then his chest hit my back, and his hands wrapped around my stomach, his head resting on my shoulder. "Anything for you, tesoro." He exhaled, "But let's freshen up first," he licked my earlobe, and walked upstairs, leaving me frozen.
I blew out a deep breath. I asked him to bake for me not to bake me for fuck's sake.