(Renata Pellegrini)
“Filippo!” Letitia approaches him, smiling and hugging him. “How nice that you have arrived, welcome back to your home.” She emphasizes "your", and looks me up and down as if she is superior to me.
“What is she doing here, Luisa?" He asks the lady.
“She didn't have class today and so as not to leave her alone, I brought her, Mr. Valentini.” Luisa answers with her head down.
"I missed you, we never saw each other again, didn't you miss me?" Letitia speaks too intimate with Filippo for my taste, I look at her grabbing Filippo's arm and feel the fire of hatred spreading even more in my veins.
“You have two seconds to let go of my boyfriend's arm.” I speak, controlling the tone of my voice.
“He will never let you lay a finger on me, you…”
I don't let her finish speaking so I pull her away from him by her hair, knock her to the ground and stand over her, and start slapping her across the face, but she raises her arms in defense, so I close my hands into fists and punch her in the arms.
“Filippo!” She screams for him. “Help, get this crazy woman off me!”
The more she calls out to him, the more my anger grows, her arms are purple from so many punches, she stops calling out to him and begins to cry.
“Auntie, help me, please.” She now pleads as she cries for Mrs. Luisa.
“Mr. Valentino, please control your... your girlfriend.” I hear the lady interceding for her niece, but Filippo doesn't even bother to answer her.
Seeing the damage I had left her arms in, I am satisfied and get off her, and Luisa helps her up. I looked angrily at Filippo and left the room. I didn't like this situation one bit.
I went into our room and waited for two minutes, but Filippo didn't come after me, "Bastard, he must be consoling that brat!" - I think with anger and jealousy, I go to the bathroom and take off my clothes, I need to take a shower, get that disinfectant smell out of me.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, Filippo is sitting on the bed.
“I was waiting for you.”
“You consoled that girl very quickly, what's her name again? Oh, I remember, Letitia.” I say, rolling my eyes and going to the closet, get a light dress and get dressed.
“You don't have to be angry anymore, Luisa's niece will never come into your sight again.” He says, coming closer to me.
“Did you kill her?” I ask, rubbing cream on my legs.
“Was I supposed to kill her?”
“Yes... No!” I corrected myself.
Wow! What is happening to me? Was I really going to say that he was supposed to kill someone out of pure jealousy, when I judged him so highly for killing the boy who tried to kidnap me? What kind of person am I becoming?
I feel my heart beating harder inside my chest, my mother would feel ashamed if she saw me like this, I used to think it was ridiculous that women fought over men, and look what I just did, I hit a girl - sure she disrespected me - but it was more out of jealousy of him, than anger at being cursed at.
Filippo turns me facing him, bringing me out of my reverie. I look at him tearful and ashamed. I played the role of a low woman. Filippo touches my face, I close my eyes feeling the warm touch of his hands on my skin.
His soft and warm lips touch mine and I rest my hands on his chest, trying to push him away, but I can't. Instead of pushing him away, I open my mouth and give way to his tongue, which dives into my mouth, making me melt in his arms and forget everything, giving myself completely over to the moment. I move my hands up to his neck and tangle my fingers in his hair, pulling it gently. He pushes my body to the wall and grabs my waist, rubbing his rigid member against my belly, deepening the kiss even more.
His hands move down to my hips and go to the back of my thighs pulling them up, making me wrap my legs around his hips, feeling his crotch on mine with more pressure. He moves his kisses down to my neck, nibbling and sucking on the thin skin, making my breathing become even faster, panting. I keep my eyes closed, enjoying every touch.
Kissing me again, he carries me back to our bedroom and lays me down on the bed, staying on top of me without stopping the kiss, I lightly nibble and pull on his lower lip, soon plunging my tongue back into his mouth, dancing surely with his.
He lifts my dress and, raising my arms, I let him take it off, leaving me with only lacy panties. She stops for a few moments and stares at my breasts, I bite my lips feeling the crazy will take over me, I hold his head and pull it to my breasts, Filippo circles with his wet tongue the areola of my breast, making butterflies fly in my belly, I pull his hair and he starts sucking my breast and massaging the other one. Leaning on the elbow of the hand that massages my breast, Filippo lowers his other hand and inserts it in my panties, his fingers pass through my entrance that is already completely wet, I feel him smile as he sucks me, soon his fingers massage my most sensitive part, making me moan loudly and roll over in his hand.
I close my legs, but Filippo keeps moving his fingers slightly. I shudder, I close my eyes and for a few moments my mouth is dry and I no longer have the strength to hold his hair, my whole body is trembling. Filippo gets up from the bed, it takes me a few seconds to focus my vision on him. My intimacy pulses again as he sensually undresses in front of me, and when he is completely naked, he returns to the bed, positioning himself between my legs.
I will never forget this moment.
*****
“You were amazing.” Filippo says, making me nestle into his chest.
“You too.” I speak and smile, my intimacy still throbbing a little, but I don't regret living this moment. It was magical.
“Why did you come home early?” I ask looking into his eyes, I wish I had asked before, but the whole situation made me put the doubt in the background.
“I couldn't wait until the evening to talk to you.”
“Oh, I get it.”
“Are you really going to break up with me?”
“Not yet. I still want to enjoy you more.” I speak and see him smile openly.
I want to ask him about Leticia, but he has already said that she will never come into my sight again, but still...
“Have you ever had sex with her?” I ask, looking away from her.
“No.” He answers, understanding to whom I am referring. “She is seventeen years old, saw me for the first time when she was fifteen, and has been obsessed with me ever since.”
“I get it.” I bite my lip, I can't blame him for someone other than myself having feelings for him. “Where did he want to take me when we left work?”
“Let's take a shower, I'll take her later.”
Filippo carries me in his arms and takes me into the bathroom, during the shower we make love again. We finish the shower and get dressed again, I get into his car, he starts it, taking me I don't know where.