Welcome to this weeks Tuesday Tales to the word prompt Wine. For my blog, I choose to keep the scene PG.
Pia took a sip of her wine before setting her long black stem glass down on the frosted glass coasters on her cocktail table. Lorenzo stood in front of her, extending his hand toward her.
Pia took his hand and slipped into his arms as they danced to the soft love song playing on the stereo. Since Lorenzo had become a part of her life, she started to see and appreciate things she never did before.
Dancing, well this was one of her passions. Growing up, she had always wanted to go to dance school, but with her father in and out of jobs, her parents couldn’t afford to send her. Pia took a few dance classes while she attended college, but quickly lost interest. Dancing wasn’t fun unless you had a steady dance partner. But she had the passion and loved being swept across the dance floor.
Pia ran her fingers through Lorenzo’s hair. “You’re a natural.”
“Why thank you. Your pretty good yourself,” he said lifting her chin with his thumb until their eyes met.
“I don’t want to seem forward, but things feel so right.”
“I’m glad you said what I was thinking. I didn’t want to say anything to make you feel uncomfortable.”
Lorenzo held her face between his hands, leaned down, and kissed her. Pia slid her hands up his chest and locked her hands around his neck. His lips were so soft and the feeling of his calloused fingertips made ripples of excitement flood through her. She felt his hardness against her stomach, his heart beating rapidly, as her libido rose.
“I falling in love with you,” Lorenzo said, holding her tightly in his arms.
“Me too.” Pia backed out of his arms, held onto his hand, and led him into her bedroom.
“Are you sure?” he asked before entering.
“Yes. I am.”
* * * * *
Pia opened her eyes to the sun beaming through the thin slit in the curtains. Turning over, Lorenzo slept on his stomach spread out on the bed under the zebra print cotton sheets. The night before had been amazing. They had made love, ate ice cream and made love again. The last time she looked at the clock it had been three o’clock. She put her head back on the pillow, and drifted back to sleep. An hour later, she opened her eyes and glanced at the clock, which read ten o’clock. She sat up and shook him.
“Lorenzo, wake up. It’s ten o’clock. You’re going to miss your flight.”
He turned over, reached out and took her in his arms. “It’s all right. I still have a little time.”
“Oh, okay. I didn’t want you to miss your flight.”
“Honestly, I’ve been up for the past half hour, waiting for you. Let’s get up, shower and grab breakfast before I have to go.”