The Italian's proposal

Timothy

They arrived at Timothy’s penthouse, she didn’t utter a word, and this worried him.

Her gray eyes were no longer tearing up.

He hated himself and considered himself one of the drops that filled Melody’s cup of feelings. He had made her leave, got her to her parents’ house and suffer.

They rode up the elevator in silence, she continued to not look at him.

He made a couple of calls to set her up with a tour of as many clothing and shoe stores as she wanted, looking to distract her.

“Melody...” he called to her as the doors opened and they entered the penthouse. “Gorgeous, if you need to talk, I’m here.”

“No. I’m fine,” she said without looking at him, walking to the room he offered her when she moved in with him.

By forcing her to move in with him.

He was beginning to realize that he would have been just like the others. He forced her into everything. To accept his proposal, to marry him, to move into his apartment, to not tell anyone that it was all a sham.

Yes.

He was one of the bunch. One who didn’t think about her and what she wanted.

About what might make her happy.

“No, gorgeous,” he said reaching for her and taking her cold hands in his, “you’re not okay. You don’t have to hide anything from me.”

“I don’t...”

“No,” he interrupted her, stroked her cheek. He wanted so hard to kiss her, to taste her, to try to soothe all the pain she’d been through at her parents’ house. “Don’t lie to my face, Melody.”

“I just don’t want to think about it,” she murmured, biting her lips.

“But you must think about it. You have to or you won’t be able to close the loop and move on,” she was surprised how easily he could talk to her like that, calmly, lovingly. He was a heretic if he didn’t admit that he had grown fond of Melody Redford.

“You’ve become a psychologist in less than a day? I’m surprised you want me to talk now, when I’ve been trying for days and you wouldn’t listen.”

“I know and I will regret all my life for what I caused you,” he said seeking her gaze, he took her chin and lifted it so she could see his face. He was sick of being misunderstood and her not believing him. Even though he had only been looking for that reaction. “I’m terribly sorry. You don’t know how much I’ve hated myself since I found out it wasn’t you.”

Melody said nothing for several seconds. For a moment he thought she was going to faint or that her brain was finally tired of keeping up the appearance of not caring at all.

“Melody...” he said, her eyes glittering addictively.

“Can you be quiet for a moment,” she interrupted as she pulled his face close and stood on tiptoe, kissing him softly.

But he had been wanting all night to kiss her. He took her in his arms and deepened the kiss until she moaned against his lips.

“I want you,” she said pressing herself tighter against him. “Make me forget everything.”

He couldn’t take advantage of her no matter how much his member screamed at him otherwise.

“Melody...”

“No, don’t say I’m not well. I don’t care. Tonight, I don’t want to think. I don’t care to think. I know you just want to marry me to make a profit. I’m all alone in this world anyway.”

“Don’t say that Melody. Your father loves you. While he may not have been on his best behavior at first, I’m sure your family will come around.” If they didn’t, he would ensure that she was happy.

That thought came to him suddenly and he couldn’t dismiss it.

He locked his gaze on her. On how her eyes looked at him desiring what her lips uttered.

“I don’t want to take advantage of you.” He did want to, but he controlled himself as best he could. “I want you. Ever since I saw you, ever since I kissed you, ever since I held you close... I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. Don’t ask me to do this, I won’t be able to stop.”

That was why he had been so upset to find out that she was behind the robbery. Or at least that’s what Equilay made him think.

Because he was attracted to this flirtatious little woman, so distinct and easy to endear herself to.

“Take advantage of me. Do what you want. Be a dog. But tonight, love me,” she kissed him again, this time harder, more intense. “No regrets Timothy. For a moment forget I’m pregnant, look at me differently. I know I’m not so...”

“Hush,” he kissed her, trying to make her forget her insecurities.

To him she was beautiful in a peculiar way, one he didn’t understand.

He kissed her with absolute desire, caressing her lips with his, playing with her mouth, she was receptive and parted her lips so he could insert his tongue. It was paradise. She kissed him as if she were making love to him with her mouth.

something in him

kissing her lips and led her to his

mind kept thinking that she was pregnant and

Melody, I do. But I don’t want to hurt your child, I

to think about her researching sex while pregnant or if she simply had done it

up at him from the bed smiling and

I have

love with you,” she bit her lower lip and stood up from the bed, he watched her, lusting after every part

reality they shared. “Nothing is going to stop me from enjoying

one of her hands and placed it on top of his

Desire her?

That was an understatement.

murmured, looking at the spot where her hand

you turn me on. Never doubt my desire

didn’t know you could find me attractive,”

me lose my mind. Se mi guardi così, non sarò in grado di controllarmi,” and it was true, if she kept looking

dress over her head and threw it on the floor. “I don’t understand

his eyes

sat on the edge of the bed and took

underwear. A tiny little bump, growing in her lower belly. But if he didn’t know she was indeed pregnant, he wouldn’t believe

You are beautiful,” he placed himself at her feet, on his knees, she deserved to have him in any way

didn’t care. He began to leave small kisses from the soles of her feet, all

He wanted her.

that increased the delight that was touching

desperately, with hunger and desire. He bowed his head and felt his stomach grow nervous.

should let you rest, let you sleep,” he told her as he kissed her and caressed her breasts above the fabric of her bra. They were small and round, they fit perfectly in

his lower lip, causing him to

it more passionate and leaving her trembling and thirsty in his arms. His tongue sought

his shirt. When he felt her hands were too much for him, he pulled away from her lips a little and removed his shirt in one sharp movement. He listened as the buttons popped and fell to the

shirt,” he heard her

he kissed her again. Devouring her mouth.

famished. And she didn’t help to avoid that thought, as her caresses dug into

the thong from his pants and as he felt her fingers near his erection, he wanted to

much-improved version of Flash, he stripped, standing completely naked in front of

neck, and causing her to squirm in his arms. Without removing her bra, he

touched her as if he felt that at

and though at that moment, he felt he should be inside her, he wanted to take it as slowly as possible, wanted her to enjoy

That thought depressed him.

didn’t want her to remember

he would no longer be by her

were black lace, a delight before his eyes. He caressed her where her ultimate pleasure was hidden, brushing the fabric of her panties against her sex and his fingers. She writhed in pleasure, arching her back with a jolt of

over the fabric, tasting her sex, caressing her entire exterior with his tongue. Just where

him, Melody’s waxed, rosy sex. He parted the inner folds with his fingers and licked gently, with slow movements, back and forth. Slowly and progressively, as he listened to Melody’s pleasure-filled moans. He inserted two fingers inside her, while with his mouth, he sucked and sucked with awareness and delight her clitoris. It was a delight to feel her and hear her let out little moans. He moved inside her, intensifying Melody’s pleasure, it was delicious to watch her from below, she didn’t take her

“Tim...”

was lost on her lips, as he thrust his fingers deeper and harder inside her. He felt her pussy

She was beautiful.

gently come down from the cloud she had risen

give anything to always see you happy,” the confession was so deep that it scared

love to me,” she pleaded clutching his face, “make love to me

that. If you talk to me like that. It’s like you’re

Every detail wrapped him up more. “I haven’t thought about

you and show you how you never think about

for a moment, whether it was for the heat

under his

anything else. He always had been careful about

to move slowly, giving her time to get used to him

get the words out. He was trying to

thought he was dying

die of pleasure, he was sure he was going

it hurts,” she said. “Make

with his movements. It was heavenly. He felt as if they had been making love all their lives. She closed her eyes and let herself be carried away by pleasure. Timothy was burning with pleasure and she grips his hands, made

it hurts, the slightest bit, please tell

eyes and beamed reassurance at him, not taking away

moment, and pulled out of her body slowly, though his member throbbed, and the cold prickled every hair on

you. I want you to enjoy, I want you to come and scream my name. But I want you to be the one

to hurt the baby,” she