She stood quietly in the doorway and watched him. He was working at his desk, his head bent over papers reading, a pen in hand so that he could make the occasional note in the margin. She stared, pondered, wondered and waited.
"Don't just stand there, bambina. Come in."
"Are you sure?" she asked quietly.
"I'm sure," he smiled, shoving the papers in a drawer. It wasn't like her to interrupt him when he was working.
"Come to me, baby," he encouraged, pushing his chair back from the desk and holding his arms open for her.
She flew into them.
"Tell me," he said softly as he held her tight, his mouth moving over her brow, his hands soothing her back.
"I need kisses."
"You do?" he chuckled. "Hmmm, how many do you think you need?"
"How high can you count?" she asked, snuggling closer.
"That many?" he asked and then tilted her chin up. There were tears in her eyes.
"Bambina..." he murmured, kissing her eyelids. "Whatever it is, I'm here. Tell me. I'll fix it."
"I'm fresh out of kisses," she whispered. "Empty. I need you to fill me up."
"Did something happen today you haven't told me about?" he asked as his lips moved over her face and then found the hollow in her throat. "Something I should know about?"
She shook her head no.
"When you took a nap today, did you have a bad dream? Remember something from a long time ago?"
"No, nothing like that."
"What triggered this feeling?" he asked, lifting her a little higher on his chest.
"I don't know," she answered honestly. "I just had this overwhelming feeling of emptiness."
"I'm glad you need me," he whispered, picking her up and moving toward the staircase that would take them to their bedroom. "I'll fill you up."
"Promise?" she asked, his arms around her bolstering her self-confidence and feeling bolder, she reached down to fondle him.
Her move unexpectedly startled him and barely catching himself as he tripped, he dropped an arm to the stairs so they wouldn't fall. Holding her tight to his chest with his other arm, he shook his head when she fondled him again.
"Bambina..." he gasped, his tone somewhere between a growl and a groan. "I'm going to spank you if you do that again."
"Mmmm," she smiled and wrapped her legs around his hips. "Love me, instead."
"Gonna spank you first," he murmured but before he got much further up the stairs, she fondled him yet again.
"Love me right here," she whispered as she caressed him and covered his mouth with her own. "I need you to love me right here... right now... I can't wait."
Standing perfectly still, he hugged her tighter, milking her of her kisses. Her mouth was sweet, her tongue dancing between his lips and he reveled with sheer joy that she needed him. "Still gonna spank you, imp," he promised softly as he lowered her to the landing. "Such a naughty girl you are. Can't even wait till we make it to the bedroom. And touching me... fondling... so fresh..." his voice husky as he unsnapped her jeans and tugged them to her ankles. "Where did you learn how to do those naughty things?"
"Oh yeah, a spanking is just what you need."
"You'll make it a sweet one, right?" she confirmed as her mouth nuzzled his neck. "Extra sweet, okay?"
"Extra sweet?" he smiled as his mouth claimed hers.
"I can't deny you, bambina," he murmured before kissing her.
Time slowed... in mere moments an eternity of kisses... After far more than she could count... he was still loath to leave her mouth unadorned by his...
She was lost in his embrace, her body in treble clef and climbing higher as his lips moved over hers. His hands rediscovered familiar territory, mapped it and found it new again... They came together... a feverish pitch of flesh on flesh... a series of high notes mixed with the deep timbre of bass as they both yielded to the physical beauty of their love.
There was a trail of clothing from the staircase landing to their bed and when she could focus again, the smile in her heart made its way to her mouth. "Hello, lover man."
"Mia amore, mia adora, My love, my beloved," he murmured as he pushed damp tendrils of her hair off her face. "Sto andando sculacciarlo. I am going to spank you ed allora sto andando amarlo ancora and then I am going love you again."
"Promise?" her words a barely audible whisper.
"Prometto I promise," he swore, his arms encircling her and turning her onto her belly and across his lap.
The first spanks were light and stinging, one hand on the small of her back, the other spanking... rubbing... teasing her. She arched into his palm as it descended again and they both felt the immediate need in his groin. He wasn't sure how much longer he could wait before he had to sink back inside her... once was never enough.
"Bambina..." he murmured as one hand slipped under her while the other spanked her again. The heat was building in both of them, her breaths in short gasps at his ministrations.
"Please," she finally begged. "I need you."
"I need you more," he vowed, lifting her to her knees and without restraint, plunged into her heat.
One thrust... another... one arm around her and under her breasts as he pulled her up so that her back was to his chest. "Li ho bisogno I need you," he groaned, his other hand seeking her inflamed sex.
"I need you more," she replied, leaning against his chest, letting him take her weight while he loved her, her hand covering his as he caressed her.
"Still empty?" he asked between heated breaths as his loving pushed her over the edge.
"Full," she sighed with contentment and then gasped and sighed again when his heated release quickly filled her to overflowing and warmed her with its deep intensity.
"Mia amore, mia adora, My love, my beloved," he murmured when he could speak.
"Sto andando mantengali, I think I'll keep you," she murmured in return.