Bellissimo Angelo- Book Three

Chapter 17 - Shower

Dominic's POV

I turn the lever in the shower to allow the water to heat up while she pulls out her toothbrush from her bag to brush her teeth. I am frozen where I stand for a moment, admiring her perfect body as she stands before the mirror, oblivious to where my eyes fall to the perfect shape of her hips. She truly is a work of art. I simply can't keep my eyes off her. 

After she is finished, she spins around to approach me, smiling ear to ear as she notices where my eyes wander.  I force myself from my lustful fantasy and walk past her to brush my teeth as she steps into the shower. How lucky am I to have this beautiful woman in my shower? In my life? She is intoxicating.

Afterward, I approach the shower, and I can hear her humming a melody as I pull the curtain to step in behind her as the water cascades down around her body. I reach for her loofah, pour body wash on it, and begin washing her back. I lean in to whisper into her ear." Sing for me, Bella." 

She belts out nervous laughter, "What do you want me to sing?" she asks before clearing her throat. 

"I do not care. Sing whatever comes to mind." I tell her as I continue washing her backside. 

She inhales audibly, "Well, okay, but don't laugh." 

"I do not laugh whenever you sing," I reply, attempting to reassure her.  

She clears her throat and begins, "Wise men say...only fools rush in...but I can't help falling in love with you."

Ahhhh! I glance down at my arms as the hair on my body stands straight up. She is absolutely incredible! I wrap my arms around her as she continues belting out the most beautiful version of the song I have ever heard. 

"Like a river flows...surely to the sea...darling, so it goes...some things are meant to be..."

I think this has to be my favorite song I've heard her sing thus far. As she finishes, she spins around anxiously, "Have you heard that song before? Can't Help Falling in Love by Elvis Presley?" she asks. 

I swallow hard, "Oh yes, I've heard it before. I like the way you sing it better, Bella. You are spectacular!" 

Her cheeks flush, and she glances down to avoid eye contact with me, "My Gran loved Elvis Presley. She had me sing this for her as well." 

I reach up and place my hands on her shoulders, "Your Gran was a smart woman. She knew true God-given talent when she saw it." I tell her as I scoop the soap suds with my index finger from her shoulder and playfully dap it on the tip of her nose. 

She laughs and wipes the soap suds from her nose, "That song is my favorite song that I have heard you sing. My heart is beating so fast." I tell her as I reach up and place my hand over my heart.

"Really? You like it?" 

"Like it? I love it! My heart is soaring. See... look. I have goosebumps." I tell her as I lift my arm to show her. She glances at my arm and grazes her hand across my forearm,  "We have the acoustics in the shower, your beautiful voice echos all around us." I lean in and wrap my arms around her and pull her in, lightly pressing my lips against hers. 

"Are you ready for work tonight?" she asks. 

"Yes, I will be there with you. That is all I need." 

She begins to run her index finger along my chest, "Well, we have to try to keep our hands off each other as much as possible, so nobody notices. That's pretty difficult for me to do lately. All I've wanted to do is put my hands all over you." 

I chuckle as I embrace her, "I like that... I feel the same as you. I will try my very best, but I can not promise anything." 

"Me too." 

After a few moments, we finish showering and enter the bedroom wearing nothing but the towels around our bodies. As she approaches the bed,  she removes the towel wrapped tightly around her blonde mane, squeezing the excess water out. I can't help but admire her. She's the most naturally beautiful woman I have ever seen, and my body instantly reacts. Her face is flawless, glowing, with no makeup, so natural. She spins around to glance at me but notices that I'm staring back at her,  "What is it, Dom?" she asks curiously, smiling ear to ear.

I need to taste her. I close the gap between us, my eyes never leaving hers, "I...I...I want to kiss you." I stutter. 

She continues to scrunch her hair with the towel, "Okay, so kiss me." She responds. 

I place my hands on the towel and pull it from her hands before placing them on her shoulders, guiding her to sit on the edge of the bed. She gazes up at me curiously as I kneel before her, "Oh! You mean to kiss me down there?"

"I have to taste you right now," I tell her as I anxiously grasp her thighs.  Her eyes are blazing with desire as she begins to spread her legs, allowing me access slowly.  I insert my index finger inside her wet core as she belts out a soft pitched moan, arching her back while looking up at the ceiling as her damp hair cascades down to the small of her back. I remove my finger to lick the arousal off. I love her sweet taste and musky scent; it is intoxicating. 

I lean in and insert my finger into her core once more as I swirl my tongue around her c**t. She has the most beautiful p***y I have ever seen. She begins to squirm, so I remove my finger from her core and wrap my arms around her thighs to hold her in place. I can feel her body tense beneath my grip; I know what she likes. She leans up, lacing her fingers through my hair as she gazes down at me while holding my head in place, "Ahhh! I feel like I can't take it, Dom! You are so good at that!" she cries out. 

Her words of encouragement make me want to go in for more, so I bury my face further into her slit and lightly suck on her flower. I tighten my grip around her thighs as her body convulses, "Ahhh! I'm cumming!" she cries out before collapsing on the bed. 

I run my tongue along her slit to lap up her arousal before I leave a trail of kisses along her inner thighs. She leans up, resting on her elbows as she gazes down at me,  "Do Italian men take classes on how to eat p***y?" she asks while catching her breath. 

I begin to snicker, "No, I love doing it for you. I know what you like. I pay attention and watch your body, how it reacts, your facial expressions."

She throws her head back, "Yes! You certainly do! Gosh. I am shaken." She utters breathlessly. 

"I like that. You make me very happy, Bella. I love you." I tell her as I lean in to kiss her. 

"You do me too, Dom. Like nothing, I've ever felt. I love you, too." She responds as she runs her hands across the ripple of muscle on my arms before she loosens my towel, allowing It to fall to the floor. She runs her tongue across her bottom lip, "Oooppps... your turn." She says as she flashes a shy grin. 

I hurriedly sit on the edge of the bed as she kneels before me. She lifts her hand and wraps her long slender fingers around my shaft as she lowers her mouth to take me in. She begins to swirl her tongue around the tip of my p***s as though she is licking a lollipop. I lace my fingers through her dampened blonde mane as she takes me into her mouth just before activating the gag reflex while simultaneously stroking the shaft with her hand. I close my eyes and savor the moment as she works that magic with her tongue. After a few moments, I feel an all too familiar sensation approaching; my body begins to tense, and I tighten my grip around her hair to guide her mouth further down my shaft.  Suddenly, it hits me... Ahhh!!! A shot of c*m enters her mouth, and she rolls her tongue around the tip to get every last drop before gazing up at me with those beautiful icy blue eyes, "I think it's about time for work." She says innocently.

 I inhale audibly in an attempt to catch my breath, "Yes, so it is." 

She lifts herself off the floor and begins to get dressed, "I'm going to run home and visit with Momma for a bit. That way, we don't get there at the same time and get people talking." 

"Right, I understand. I will see you there, my love." I tell her as I move to a standing position and approach her. 

She reaches behind her back to fasten her bra before standing on her tiptoes and planting her lips to mine, "I love you."

I reach out and pull her body close to mine, "I love you too." 

After she's dressed, she gathers her bag and begins to walk towards the front door. I follow her to see her out. Once I close the door behind her, I press my forehead to the door.  How will I keep my hands off her at work? This will be a challenge.