PEARL

                                    

                                          
"Um, thank you for dinner, Mister Massimiliano. I enjoyed it." I say after a few awkward moments.
"It was my pleasure. And stop thanking me. It's your birthday."
"Right. Thank you. I mean..." I giggle and he smiles, his eyes staring fixedly at me. I hold his gaze, enthralled, drinking him in. He looks quite unattainable standing here like this.
My hands itch to reach out and touch him to see if he's even real. But I dare not. I'm not brave enough no matter how tempting it is.
Is it wrong for me to want nothing more than to kiss this man, right now? To yearn for him to kiss me? I'm completely terrified by that thought. Nonetheless, it's true.
"Um... I should get inside." I say but don't move.
I stare at the ground and bite my lower lip. I don't want to go so soon. I want to stay with him a little bit longer. Can't I?
Mister Massimiliano's shiny shoes come into my line of sight as he steps forward. He reaches out and gently tilts my chin so that I can see his face. He's tall and big.
As he steps even closer to me, the atmosphere between us becomes electric.
I resist the urge to dart out my tongue and lick his thumb when he traces my bottom lip.
"I'm going to kiss you now, Pearl." Mister Massimiliano says, his voice hoarse with need. His eyes holding a hungry look in them.
My heart races and I feel tingly all over.
I draw in a sharp breath, and my eyes grow impossibly large.
'Yes! Yes, please!' my inner self shouts. Though I try not to give away how much he's making me swoon.
He gazes at me, waiting, green eyes burning with wild anticipation and I nod not trusting my voice but Mister Massimiliano frowns.
"I want your words, mia bellissima farfalla." He whispers, his lips inches from mine, sending shockwaves of passion rippling through me, and every part of my body seems to respond to his touch.
"Y-yes." My voice cracks while my heart thumps so loud I'm sure he can hear it.
Mister Massimiliano's mouth swoops down.
I gasp... he's kissing me. Really kissing me, and I'm kissing him back.
I hoped for this.
This is what I wanted.
Finally.
Mister Massimiliano's lips feel soft against mine, warm and nice. His tongue pushes passed my lips and into my mouth.
He groans in the back of his throat, his hand moves down my body, his arm circling my waist – I feel his strength and I know he can snap me like a twig if he wants to.
His fingers dig into my flash through my dress. My body shivers against his. My insides practically contorted with potent, needy, desire.
His other hand tangles in my hair, pulling me closer to him as his kiss roughened, almost eating at my mouth, greedily sucking at my tongue as it's constantly demanded by his.
And just like that, Mister Massimiliano steals my first kiss.
I strain helplessly in his arms, savouring the moment. The warmth of him envelops me, I feel like we are joined already.
I'm unable to resist him. And it terrifies me... this neediness, the dark burning desire deep inside me... It's acute and smouldering. And such a novel feeling.
And although I'm scared and confused, I hold on to him, never wanting to let go. If anything, I want to get closer. As close as I possibly can.
I break off the kiss, panting heavily. I can't find my voice. I feel my cheeks flush hot, and my stomach is heavy. My heart pounds in my chest, threatening to break out.