Page 12 of Once Upon A Christmas Kiss
under the tree for me . . .
Been an awful good girl . . .
Santa baby, . . . .
“Nic, we need to plan our schedule for tomorrow since it’s Christmas eve, and you know that we need to spend time with my Mamma,” Antonella says, turning to look at me.
“Yes, of course, and then we can go to see my Mamma,” I say, looking at her.
“Awesome! I can’t wait to give you the present that I have for you,” Antonella whispers, leaning on the armrest staring into my eyes.
“Oh yeah, I can’t wait to see what it is,” I say, winking, my lips turning up.
I give her a quick kiss, shift my gear into drive, press the gas pedal pulling out of the parking lot, taking her hand in mine.
“I really liked that restaurant, Nic I was feeling a little sick this morning, but I’m glad that it has passed. I was afraid that I was going to get sick at dinner,” Antonella says, smiling. She pulls down the visor to look into the mirror as she applies some lipstick.
“Oh yeah? Are you coming down with the cold,” I ask, looking at the raindrops on the windshield?
I turn on the windshield wipers, drive off the main street driving down the roads, pulling into the driveway of the small humble home.
“I think so,” Antonella says, nodding and turning to look at me.
It’s an older home on the outer edge of South San Francisco. It looks like any other home in the area. The lights inside the house are on, and I can see the Christmas decorations in the living room.
I keep the truck running, smiling, turning in my seat, pushing up the center armrest, pulling Antonella into my arms.
“Nic, don’t take long,” Antonella says, leaning in closer, placing her lips against mine in a soft kiss.
Hell yes, I take over, sliding my tongue over hers in a deep hungry kiss. I love how Antonella trembles in my arms and her soft moans.
I pull back, smiling down at her running my hand up her back, tangling my fingers in her long tresses, angling her head to deepen my kiss. Then, a moment later, I pull back, running my lips down her jawline.
“Antonella, mia la bella, I love you,” I whisper in her ear, taking her earlobe between my teeth.
“I love you, Nicola,” Antonella murmurs, sliding her arms around my waist.
“I’ll be back as soon as the meeting is over,” I say, holding her close, burying my face into her neck, inhaling her clean floral scent. I love her scent; the silky softness of her skin drives me crazy.
I run my lips down her neck, feeling her tremble in my arms, sending a rush of blood to my chubs.
“Okay, I’ll be waiting,” Antonella says, melting into my arms.
“Great, let me walk you to the door,” I say, pulling away, taking her hand.
She falls onto her seat, leaning in; I bring her hand up, placing a kiss on her wrist, gazing into warm eyes.
Fuck!
It’s time for me to leave.
I need to keep alert; I can’t let my guard fall.
I release her hand, opening the door, exiting my truck, looking around for any threats as I take long, quick urgent strides around the truck, pulling the door handle, opening the passenger door. I take her hand, help her out of the truck, lacing our fingers. We walk up the walkway to the front door taking her into my arms.
“I’ll be back in a couple of hours,” I say, kissing her one more time.
A moment later, I pull back to take in her huge smile, gazing into her warm brown eyes; I fall under her spell, the sweet spell of her love.
