EroticReverie

*commissioned*

After cleaning up Matteo took me to a nice small Italian restaurant out of town.

"This place is a little fancy." I say after the hostess seats us in a large circular booth in the back corner. 

The entire restaurant is dimly lit but the back corner even more so. But theres several tea lights on the table, within little class cylinders. The booth could probably sit about ten people but Matteo has me scoot to the very middle of the booth with him. 

"Not that fancy." He says as he leans in and nudges his nose against my neck. 

I giggle quietly and tilt my head, even though I fucking love his attention, and I squirm as he places his soft lips at my neck. 

"Do you know how hard it is to keep my hands off you?" He asks as his hand slides to my knee. I jump slightly as his hand slips between my knees and up my legs grabbing my thigh. 

"Matteo." I whisper his name is warning and turn my head to look at him. 

"Hmm?" he asks as his hands strokes the skin of my inner thigh. 

"Not here." I whisper.

"Why not here?" he asks as his hands goes even higher.

"This damn dress is too tight" he grumbles when the fabric clinging tightly to my legs keeps them from spreading further and I laugh and snap my legs shut, locking his hands between them, he chuckles softly. 

"you're a pervert Marchetti" I tell him and he grins and kisses me. 

"Just horny for you, that's all." he says and I feel my cunt pulse with the way he looks at me, his hand sliding up behind my neck as he steals a kiss from me, soft and innocent. 

It's me who parts my my lips and pushes my tongue gently over his lips and I feel him smile. 

"Who is the pervert now?" he asks and I giggle and flick my tongue against his and then pull back and roll my eyes. 

"Still you." I say and he laughs as I turn my head and look at the menu. 

I love the way his hand glides from the back of my neck down my back and he just rubs my back as we look over the menu together. 

I try not to think about how good he smells, or how good he looks in his black dress pants and matching black dress shirt that he has the sleeves rolled up on, and the first few buttons undone exposing his chest. He looked damn good when we left the house, and it was all I could do not to beg him to let me touch him while he drove us to dinner. 

"Fucking Marchetti" a voice says, drawing our attention.

"Hey!" Matteo laughs at the tall Italian looking man with an accent that sounds like he's straight from Italy. 

He's says something in Italian waving his hands around , to which Matteo responds in fluent Italian making my eyes pop, making me wish I wore some god damn panties. 

Matteo pushes his way to the outside of the booth and stands up, and him and the older Italian man hug like they're family and I wonder if they are as the old man grabs Matteo's face endearingly and kisses Matteo's cheeks then slaps one of them and his face goes stern as he then starts to reprimand him in Italian. I can't help but laugh as Matteo rubs his cheek and starts speaking in Italian back to the man. I have no idea what's being said. But it amuses me to see someone not scared of him. To see someone treat him like a little kid. 

After a moment the older mans eyes looks to me and he smiles a warm friendly smell. 

"ahhh, e molta bella" he nods. 

"Yes. she is." Matteo responds and looks at me and I blush, because I at least know what bella means.

"This is Arabella Morelli....my girl friend..." Matteo says and the man nods happily and I scoot out of the booth as well to stand as he takes my hands and lifts them both and kisses one and then the other. 

"A pleasure" he nods. 

I smile.

"This is Anthony , a very good friend of the family." Matteo says. 

"nice to meet you" I nod. 

"Knew this boy since he was this big" Anthony says holding his hand down to his waist. 

"I'm sorry to hear you've had to suffer him for that long." I say. 

Anthony's eyes widen in shock but then he bursts into laughter.

"you keep her" he wags a finger at me as he looks at Matteo who is currently throwing me a mock look of betrayal. 

"She's kinda mean sometimes Anthony." Matteo says

"Oh, you big tough man...can't handle it?" Anthony teases. I giggle and Matteo shakes his head at the both of us. 

"you're BOTH mean" Matteo says and Anthony, pulls me into a hug. 

"nice to meet you Arabella...you'll bring him to see me again soon okay?" he says and I nod. 

"Of course." I say. 

"Or just you come...we eat without him." he says and I laugh and nod. 

"alright, time to get lost old man" Matteo teases and Anthony hugs him again and Anthony hugs me again too. 

Then says something in Italian to Matteo , making him shake his head, but the older man holds up his hand and shakes his head as if telling him not to argue. Matteo rolls his eyes and submits, making me smile. 

When the man gives me yet another hug and kiss on the cheek, he walks away and I see him go into the back. 

"Who is he?" I ask as we slide back into the booth. 

"He was our neighbor." He says and takes a drink of his water. 

"And?" I ask and Matteo smiles. 

"Him and his wife helped our mom out a lot when our father decided to not be a father." Matteo says. I wince. 

"Sorry. I didn't mean to ruin the night." I say.

Matteo looks at me and smiles. 

"Dont apologize. There's no need too. Anthony and his wife Carla babysat us a lot, they were Uncle and Aunt to us. Anthony owns this restaurant. I grew up on this menu." He nods to the menu in front of us. 

"Well most of it...I wasn't much for seafood when I was little." He smiles as if recalling a memory. 

I lean into him and he turns his head to me and I smile at him. 

"Remind me to thank him for taking care of you." I say and Matteo smiles. 

"You're incredibly cute." he says and I smile.

"So are you." I say and he kisses me. 

"We won't be ordering...because he plans on taking care of it..." Matteo says and I smile. 

"That's adorable." I say and he chuckles. 

"So why don't you see him that often?" I ask.

"I visit him about once a month, he acts like it's been years everytime." Matteo shakes his head and I laugh. 

"He loves you. that's all." I say and he smiles and nods. 

"And we love him and Carla." he says and I lean into him.

"I like learning about you." I say looking into his eyes. 

"Yea?" he asks with a lazy smile. 

I nod and push my mouth to his. 

"I want to know everything about you." I say and kiss him again. 

"I doubt that. But you'll learn enough." he winks. 

I roll my eyes. 

"Who was your first crush?" I ask. 

He laughs. "My first crush?" 

I smile and nod. 

"Probably my kindergarten teacher." he says and I laugh. 

"Liked older women hm?" I tease. 

He laughs and nods. "guess back then I did." he shrugs. 

"She wore these really pretty dresses all the time, they were always long and modest, but she looked beautiful in them. And she would always tell my mother I was her best student." he says. 

I smile. "I think I'm jealous of this kindergarten teacher." 

Matteo laughs. "Is that so?" 

I nod. 

"Maybe I'll have to get out a pair of glasses and ruler and a nice long dress and.." 

Matteo cuts me off with a hard kiss and then whispers.

"Shut your mouth Bella, unless you want my hand up that dress making you cum for me." 

"or you can be the teacher, I'm not really picky" I breathe almost breathlessly after his kiss and his words. 

His nostrils flare. 

"Get up." he says. 

I cock my brow. 

I gasp as he pulls me from the booth, and people watch as he pulls me through the place, towards the back and then he looks around and slides open a door, that opens up into a small banquet room.

"What are you doing?!" I whisper as he closes the door and then turns and picks me up. I laugh and yelp as he carries me across the dark room to a table  on the other side and sets me down, then his hands reach down and he yanks up the skirt and I hear a slight rip. But I'm already breathing heavily with excitement when he has the material up around my waist and grabs my bare ass and lifts me to the table. 

"Matteo we can't" I say, but spread my legs anyways as he unbuckles his pants and belt and takes out his cock. 

"We can." he says. "We will." 

I groan as he leans down and kisses me and his cock finds my center, already soaked.

"oh fuck" I whisper as I cling to him, one arm wrapped around his neck the other pressing against his chest as I look down between us and watch him put his cock inside of me slowly. 

"oh god" I moan quietly and my head goes back as every inch fills me. 

"you're better than any fucking fantasy I have of a fucking teacher" he groans. 

I moan as he thrusts and pulls out and then back in, my cunt squeezing around him. 

"god" he grunts and I lean back on my hands as he holds my hips as he thrusts into me, watching himself fuck me. 

"Bella" he groans . "Fuck" 

I pant as I moan and whimper quietly, letting out tiny little squeaks as he fucks me faster. 

"oh my god" I moan, my eyes rolling back. 

"make me cum" I moan. "make me cum" I repeat again. 

"oh my god" I whimper, and can't control myself as I push up and grab onto his shirt, grasping it in my hands hard as he fucks me, making it hurt, going hard and fast. I let out a tiny squeal and he grunts.

"fuck me" I moan. 

"Fuck me Matteo...god...yes" I cry out and he groans and takes my mouth , kissing my passionately and I groan into his mouth at how filthy and dirty and risky it is for him to fuck me like this, here in the restaurant. 

"Bella" he groans. 

"im so fucking wet" I cry out, feeling my arousal dripping, his cock fucking me so easily with the lubrication of my own juices. 

"god I need it" I moan. 

"I need your cock just like this...fucking me like this." I moan and Matteo growls and pulls out and leans down and sucks my cunt. 

I cry out and grab his hair. 

"Fuck!" I moan. 

"Shhhh" he hushes me and I whimper as I feel his mouth on my clit, his fingers inside me, coaxing my spot as I cum for him.

While my insides are still pulsing, he slams his cock back into me and fucks me hard. I cry out and grab onto his arms as he rails me, the table shaking beneath me and his cock filling me. 

Matteo groans his release as his his jerk and I feel him throb inside me, and he breathes heavily as he pulls out quickly and shoves his cock back into his pants. 

I'm smiling and I lick my lips and my legs just hang limply over the edge of the table and I look at him.

"You're amazing" I breathe heavily and he grins, adjusting his shirt, and pushing back his hair. 

"It's all you Bella" he says and then grabs my waist and pulls me from the table, but i'm not ready to stand and my legs wobble and he chuckles. 

"you alright?" he asks and kisses the top of my head as he holds me up and I feel his cum dripping between my thighs. 

"I've got your cum running down my legs." I whisper. 

"Mmm" he groans, lifts my chin and kisses me. Matteo reaches to the other side of the table he set me on, grabs a place setting, pulls the silverware from the fancy maroon linen napkin and he sweeps it up my legs.

"matteo!" I scold him. "You cant use that!" 

"Anthony wouldn't care...he'd be proud of me for making such a hot female cum in his restaurant." he winks at me and I slap his chest but he just laughs as he swipes along my pussy and I moan. 

"dirty girl" he whispers and kisses me as he swipes me a few more time, and I jump when he touches my clit. 

"We'll take care of your clit back at the table." he says, and carefully wraps up the cum napkin and stuffs it in his back pocket. 

"what?" I laugh as I pull my dress down and follow him back out of the room.

"Don't act like you didn't hear me." He smirks. 

"I'm going to rub your clit while you eat some of the best fucking food you've ever had." he winks.