“I’m on my way,” Romano smiles strolling down the street. The sun shines making another beautiful afternoon.

                “Really,” The young lady’s voice asks through the phone, “When are you coming, Romano,” Her voice echoed with interest and friskiness.

                He couldn’t help himself but to chuckle, “About an hour from now,” His response was while looking over blossoms.

                “You don’t have to come over,” He could portrait her beautiful smile, “but if you really want to.”

                Romano happens to be speaking with his girlfriend, {Name}, who’ll soon become his fiancée. He’s been planning this step by step of the way. You see, Romano is very selective when it comes to trusting others with his heart. He made a worthy choice because long ago she told him, “I hope we can spend the rest of our lives together wither we’re together or not, as long you’re by my side... I’m happy.” Those words stuck to his mind like glue on paper. He also had his doubts though since she told him that when she was plastered, but she told him once again when she was sober before becoming one with him. That night was magical he could remember it like yesterday...

“Ro-Romano...” She gasped when he left her lips for a brief moment.

                Romano gazed down at her flushed expression. He didn’t say a word, only grinned attacking her lips once again. Their hearts beat in a soothing rhythm. {Name} was under the Italian, the moon glistened through the silky white curtains, as they lay on the comfortable mattress. He brought their bodies closer as the kiss became stronger in those moments. His tongue smoothed over those soft female lips wanting inside. She desired for his kisses wanting more, she gladly complied. His tongue snaked inside her mouth tasting and savoring every bit and cranny that now belonged to him. Her tongue soon played along. Their tongues danced together then he allowed her entry to his own mouth. She was able to tickle the roof of his mouth in a swift motion and earned a low growl from his throat. He broke the kiss watching her with hunger in those memorizing hazel eyes he owns.

                “Bello,” He murmured touching her cheek, “più bella di qualsiasi donna nel mio paese,”

                She leaned into his touch smiling up to him, “Grazie, amore mio,” Her eyes seemed to have sparkled after hearing those words.

                His lips twitched into a genuine smile hearing his language role off her tongue. She leaned up to touch his lips with her again. Never had they felt such love and spark with past lovers, but that feeling between them was true and as clear as glass that it was real. {Name}’s hand sneaked under his shirt feeling his bare muscles flex under her ghostly touch. She had broken the kiss that time allowing him to remove his shirt. He needed to pull himself away from his enchantress to remove his shirt. She watched him remove his shirt; slowly she got to see his muscles. He teased her while he removed his shirt because as soon he had removed his shirt there was a playful glint in her eyes. He wanted to remove her shirt but she swatted his hands away.

                She giggled seeing his expression, “I can do it myself,” She slipped her fingers under the shirt doing what she said she would do. Except, it was painfully slow for the stubborn Italian.

                But once she removed her shirt his eyes widen, “D-Dammit,” He stuttered out slowly subconsciously moving his hand up her abdominal to her sizeable chest. His touch made her shudder with pleasure.

                He bended down to be eye to eye with her, “How can someone like me,” He began, “be with someone as beautiful as you?”

                She didn’t tell him a word. But she did embrace him kissing his neck until reaching his lips. He sighed breathless with her actions. One of his hands slithered behind her back to unclasp her strapless bra. Once removed it was flanged careless across the bedroom. Clothing disappeared by the minute until they only worn their underwear.

                “Ngh... Ha~Hah!” Her moans purred out as he treated her breast with his tongue and hands (Did I forget to mention he was playing with her clit and heat at the same time?), “Lo-Lovino, p-please,” She begged with pleasurable tears streamed down her cheeks.

                He looked up at her lust filled expression he was dazed but collected himself. He removed himself from her breast and gave one final lick against her swollen nibble and earned an intoxicating, bubbly moan from {Name}. He moved down reaching her panties. He grinned slipping his index finger around the wetted fabric then tossed them aside with the other clothing. The sudden wind made her shudder and looked at him with pleading eyes. Judging by how she acted toward him she was done with foreplay. Romano had removed his boxers and penetrated her. They moaned together when his shaft was completely inside. Once she was adjusted to his size he began to thrust deeply inside her womanhood with animalistic speed. With every fast hard thrust she would’ve yelped, moaned, screamed, or clawed his back in ecstasy. A bubbly feeling boiled inside the pit of her stomach. She knew what was coming and so did he when he noticed her expression. She soon climaxed screaming/moaning his name, while her eyes rolled back. Her walls enclosed around his member, making her tight. He soon joined her moment’s afterword.

                He pulled out collapsing beside her, “{N-Name...}” He murmured wrapping his firm arms around her waist, “Ti amerò per sempre...”

                She nuzzled into his chest wrapping her arm around him, “Anch'io ti amo,” She whispered closing her eyes as the moonlight soaked their bodies.

                ...Romano smiles with a light blush at the memory. He picks out some of her favorite flowers. He thanks the woman at the flower shop leaving. He and {Name} were still talking on the phone. He’s been busy on the way to her house... even bought the engagement ring before he called her. He promises to call her once he reaches her home.

                “Ciao, amore,” He beams.

                “Ciao, amore.”  She ends the call.