DELUCA

SEVENTEEN

The next morning, Eleanor woke feeling oddly more refreshed than she had in a while, but the feeling was soon gone once she realized that Francesco wasn't at her side. Eleanor climbed out of bed, slipping on her slippers as the smell of breakfast caused her stomach to growl.

She found Francesco busy at the stove. "Good morning, beautiful," he says and kisses her. "I've been up for a while, planning a surprise for you."

Eleanor grins. "A surprise, what is it?"

"It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you. You'll have to wait and see," Francesco said, but his eyes were twinkling. He was a sight for sore eyes.

Eleanor knew it will be something good, as she had never been disappointed by one of Francesco's before.

Eleanor's heart raced as she anticipated Francesco's surprise. She had a surprise of her own for him, and she hoped he would be as excited about it as she was.

She wanted to make love to him that night, and she was determined to seduce him. Her body tingled with anticipation as she imagined his touch. She couldn't wait to feel his hands on her, exploring her body and bringing her to new heights of pleasure.

After breakfast, Francesco insisted she spends her day outside as he needed the house for said surprise.

Eleanor spent the day shopping, as Francesco had instructed her. She tried not to think about what he might be up to, but she couldn't help but wonder.

She was eager to get home and see what he had in store for her. She arrived home at four o'clock, as he had requested.

When she walked in, she was met with the smell of cooked food. There were rose petals on the apartment floor leading up to the balcony which was opened up with a romantic candlelit table. Francesco had gone above and beyond to make her feel special.

She managed to get into the room without being seen, which was a good thing because she wanted to spend time getting ready.

After finishing her makeup, Eleanor slipped into the red sun dress and when she finally showed her face to Francesco again, Francesco's eyes widened in appreciation.

Her hair cascaded down her back in soft waves and the dress hugged her curves in all the right places. She slid her feet into a pair of delicate sandals and accepted the glass of wine Francesco offered her.

He took her hand and led her out onto the balcony, where they could admire the view together. The setting sun cast a warm glow over everything making Eleanor realized she had never actually been romanticized before.

Francesco took a sip of his wine and looks at Eleanor. "You look beautiful tonight," he said. Eleanor's cheeks flushed and she looked down.

"Thank you," Eleanor said. "You look nice too."

He smiled and then he got up and went back inside the apartment leaving Eleanor sitting there feeling happy and content.

Eleanor took in the scenery of the city below the balcony with a sense of wonder. She was able to see the Grand Canal, littered with romantic lovers paying for boat rides.

She could see the historic buildings and the filled town square, but from so high up on the balcony, it all resembled more of a painting than reality. The air was warm with a chill of wind, and Eleanor felt like she was on top of the world.

Not before long, Francesco reappeared.

"That looks amazing," Eleanor said, looking at the salad Francesco had brought out. "Did you make it?"

"I wish I could take credit for it," Francesco said, "but I hired a chef to come and take care of the food. I wanted to make sure I could focus on you."

Eleanor was impressed. It was clear that Francesco was determined to make tonight special. She couldn't imagine anyone else going to such lengths.

Thank you," she said, touched by his thoughtfulness. "I appreciate it."

Francesco waived her off as if he hadn't needed her thanks, before moving on.

"You are getting more comfortable walking around with my card in your pocket." Francesco sat down across from Eleanor, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Eleanor blushed, feeling ashamed at how much money she had been spending since they got married. "I'm sorry," she said. "I am usually responsible with my finances."

"I was only joking," Francesco said, reaching across the table to take her hand. "I want you to take such liberties. You deserve to be spoiled and cared for."

Eleanor was touched by his sentiment. "No one has ever done anything like this for me," she said, surprising herself with the honesty of her words.

Francesco looked shocked. "You deserve it," he said. "

You deserve to be treated like a queen."

Again, Eleanor was blushing.

"What happened yesterday that made you like this?" Eleanor inquired.

"Yesterday was unrelated, that was just a work thing," Francesco said after taking a sip of his wine.

"Oh, the work you refuse to talk to me about?"

"I don't want to talk about it because it is boring. I am just trying to enjoy a nice dinner tonight with my... wife." Francesco seemed lost on which word to use, even though the wife was the most accurate.

Eleanor was disappointed that Francesco wasn't being honest with her, especially when she already knew the truth.

She wondered to herself why he felt the need to hide his past from her, but she decided to let it go for now.

She knew that trust takes time, and she was hopeful that he would eventually trust her enough to confide in her completely.

"What you do with your charity work is amazing," Eleanor said, her eyes shining with admiration. "I've always wanted to do something like that."

"I'm glad you feel that way," Francesco said, his own eyes lighting up. "I promise that once we get back from our honeymoon, I'll set something up for you."

The sun set as the pair sat on the balcony eating the meal together. Eleanor found herself laughing with Francesco more than she had ever expected. They let the wine fuel their buzz as they shared stories from childhood.

Rather than feeling nervous about what happens next like she usually would be, Eleanor felt at ease. She assisted Francesco in washing the dishes, assigning him to drying duty after watching his poor attempt at cleaning a dish.

Once the kitchen was clean, both of them seemed to realize they had run out of topics to discuss that night. Eleanor knew what she wanted but she wasn't sure how to imitate it.

After Eleanor finished blowing out the last candle, she retreated to the room seeing Francesco standing there, gazing out of the window.

His imposing figure was hard to miss as he stood looking down on the city like a king. He was extremely handsome.

Eleanor walked up to him, standing beside him to observe the same view.

"This country is unreal," Eleanor commented.

"It's not all this beautiful." He lamented, "But I have even worked on it."

Eleanor was reminded of his charitable side, wondering what made Francesco so empathetic to the causes he supported.

Eleanor grabbed Francesco's jaw, causing him to turn towards her. His deep chocolate eyes gazed into her own before flickering to her lips. There was no pause before his lips were on hers.

Francesco's kiss was like wildfire, igniting a desire in Eleanor that she had never felt before. His touch flooded every corner of her senses, she didn't want to delay but she wanted to take the time and return the same favor he had provided for her time and time again.

Breaking the kiss, Eleanor sat him on the bed and slowly undressed him, admiring his tan and muscular body. He had a peppering of hair that started at his chest and disappeared into his pubic hair.

When she finally divested Francesco of all of his paints, his engorged member sprung up resting just below his belly button.

She was overwhelmed with her desire for him, and she could barely think straight. She wanted him more than anything at that moment, and she was determined to have him.

Francesco watched Eleanor through hooded eyes as she slowly sunk to her knees, gripping his member in one hand, feeling the white-hot heat of it in her palm.

Francesco let out a shaky breath at the feeling. Tentatively, Eleanor stroked him, watching his abdomen spasm involuntarily. She took her thumb and massaged the beading of his arousal.

Eleanor took Francesco into her mouth inch by inch, causing him to let out a string of swears in his native tongue. His moans spurred her on. When she could stand to take any more of him, she used her hands at the base.

Francesco sat up on his forearms watching her as he moaned. She could feel signs of her own arousal dripping down her leg.

Abruptly, Francesco stopped Eleanor, pulling her from her knees back into a standing position.

Eleanor was confused, "Did I do something wrong?"

The question brought out soft laughter from Francesco, "No, the problem is you're doing everything right."

Francesco turned Eleanor around and unzipped the zipper before continuing, "The first time I come with you will be inside you."

His words caused Eleanor's heart to skip a beat before Francesco turned her back around to face him.

For a moment she was self-conscious about being naked in front of him, but this time she refrained from covering herself. Eleanor stepped out of the dress that was now pooled around her feet.

Francesco pulled her in for a kiss, her chest touching his. The skin-to-skin contact only managed to heighten her desire. She wanted him and she wanted him now.

Francesco switched positions, having Eleanor lay in the center of the king-sized bed just as he had before.

Mimicking her movements from moments ago, Francesco sank to his knees, opening her thighs to him.

Francesco collected her liquid arousal on the pad on his index finger, using the moisture to slowly massage her c**t. Eleanor moaned, gripping the sheets. His touch was a slow torture that assaulted her body.

Francesco purposefully kept her just on the cusp of her orgasm, pulling away from her just when she felt like she was there.

"Please," Eleanor begged.

"Please what?" Francesco asked with a cocky grin on his face, "What do you want?"

Francesco slipped a finger inside of her, making it only possible for a moan to get out rather than words. Again, just as she felt herself getting close, he pulled away.

"I didn't catch that."

"You, I need you," Eleanor said with a frustrated tone. Finally getting what he wanted, Francesco stood pulling Eleanor off of the bed before sitting and laying back.

"What are you doing?" Eleanor asked with confusion.

Francesco pulled Eleanor into his lap until she was straddling him. "You're extremely tight and I don't want to hurt you. Tonight, you lead."

He pulled her into a dominating kiss, even with her on top he was still trying to lead. Eleanor pulled away, not being able to wait any further.

She lifted her hips, taking him into her hand and adjusting him until he was at her entrance. Once aligned, she slowly sunk down. She was thankful for Francesco's perceptiveness as when she sunk she could feel his girth stretching her, causing a momentary sharp pain.

Francesco kept his hands on her waist, holding her steady she her body struggled to accommodate him.

"Slow," Francesco said through gritted teeth, but Eleanor wasn't sure if he was telling her or reminding himself to have self-control.

After one additional inch, the tension between her thighs finally released, burying Francesco inside her to the hilt sending a pulse of desire through her body.

"Fanculo." Francesco moaned as Eleanor gripped him tighter. She bit her lip as she began to rock her hips, raising them until Francesco was near out before coming back down.

It wasn't before long when Eleanor could feel the orgasm that had been so elusive mere moments ago. And this time she was in control. Eleanor picked up the pace and Francesco's grip on her hips tightened.

She could feel herself building into the orgasm, sending animalistic moans from her throat as her body uncontrollably contracted around him.

Eleanor could feel her wetness dripping, making each thrust easier.

She collapsed on his chest, unable to keep her rhythm. Francesco, close to his climax took over, thrusting from beneath her. Each time he slid back in, he hit her sweet spot causing her orgasm to be over her.

Her entire body felt white hot, convulsing around Francesco who hadn't let up on his assault on her body.

"That's it," Francesco murmured in her ear as she came, "Come for me."

Eleanor could feel the build-up of another orgasm just from his coaxing alone. Francesco rolled until he was on top and Eleanor was beneath him. He put both of her legs on his shoulders, causing him to slide deeper.

Francesco only managed to thrust three additional times before his thrusts were replaced with a broken rhythm. Eleanor could feel the heat of the liquid fill her, causing her to shatter around him for the third time, calling out his name.

When the pair both managed to catch their breath, Francesco pulled out, rolling until Eleanor was laying across his chest, both of their skin still damp.

Eleanor could hardly keep her eyes open. She could hear his heart still beating like a hummingbird beneath her and she used that to lull her into a deep sleep.