Remember my post about feeling like you’re too big for your panties and now it’s stretching across your hips and waist, making you feel super insecure?
Copia’s day was filled with meetings and phone calls with agents, music producers, and other members of the Higher Clergy.
He was tired. Bloodshot eyes with bags under them so full of unpacked luggage it was going to burst.
Then he walked through the door and announced his arrival home.
When he didn’t hear from you he called out again, only to continue walking through when he heard you call back softly. You were somewhere else in the house physically, but your voice still sounded so distant.
Copia shrugs off the jacket piece of his Frater suit before slipping through your bedroom door. And then…
He can’t help that he dropped the jacket before it could be placed on the hook next to the door. He couldn’t help but just stare as you were there in your undies and bra, ignoring him as your eyes wondered up and down your plump body, looking rather glum and unappeased by what you saw.
His voice makes you shoot a glance up at him in the mirror before turning around.
“Oh, Copia. I didn’t, well, I wasn’t paying attention” Your eyes cast downward, no smile on your face.
Copia’s hands can’t help themselves either. Honestly, he felt possessed by something beyond him entirely. They gravitate toward your hips and plant themselves there. The blush on your cheeks are beautiful, pink.
He could eat you like a candied apple.
“What is wrong, bela?” His voice low, gentle.
You turn away from the mirror. Turning toward him. Your face burying into his shoulder.
“Si, it has done wonders for my eyes.”
“I don’t feel like being joked about, Copia.”
A hand takes your chin firmly and immediately, turning it to face him. The intensity of his stare almost makes you fall to your knees. Your stomach already bubbles with want.
“Tesoro, have I ever joked about your weight before? Ah- do not look away.” You had caught yourself doing exactly that. He keeps your face in his leather hand with ease as you keep it right where he wants it. A fine balance between firm and light.
His voice was so serious it catches you off guard for a second, before you reply, “N-No”.
“No, correct. I joke about things like, eh, Perpetua’s budget, Psalty’s eating habits, Secondo’s wine business.. but you, no dolcezza, never you. And do you know why?”
As you shake your head he grips on to your waist and pulls you in.
“Because this is what gets me on my knees for you,” He rubs circles in your skin with his thumb “This is what I get up for” His nose is in your neck, craning up your chin to get a better vantage point with kisses and bites that make you squirm and moan.
His whispers dripping with lust now, and your brain is starting to fizzle out from how seductive he sounds.
“Your perfect shape gets me horny, tesoro. Good for grabbing and biting every inch of you.”
You hadn’t noticed that he plants you against the wall until the coolness of the wallpaper makes you gasp. Your hands grip his under shirt, needing him fully inside you now. You whine.
“Amore, when I say you are a sight for my sore eyes, oh… you have no idea.”
That free of his hand of his teases you as it makes it way toward the heat between your legs. You let out a whimper, then moan, and he chuckles. He doesn’t move much farther and smirks when your hips move against his still fingers.
“Beautiful. Thick. Perfect. Beloved creature who entranced me with her body and makes me wonder what she doesn’t see that I do.”
His whispers are driving you mad now. Completely insane you’ll be if he doesn’t fuck you against the wall right now. You moan out in frustration before he gets the hint. Two fingers rub your clit ever so slowly, making your eyes roll back.
“C-Copiaaa!” You beg him with the whimper of his name on your tongue. You’re so frustrated you’re going to die. He lets out a strained laugh as he slots against your body and you feel, feel, his erection in his black slacks.
“You feel it, yet you do not think what your body does to me, tesoro, every inch of you has my soul screaming to fuck you every night in bed until I die and yet, you do not see the beauty I do.”
His lips kiss the skin behind your ear and you nearly come with a cry.
“Let me fuck you tonight, tomorrow, the next day, every day for the rest of our fucking lives and I’ll tell you just how much you drive this old man mad, bella ragazza.”
And when he does. He has you coming for hours through out the night until both of your voices are hoarse and you drunk off his scent and cock alone. He is drunk from the love he carries for you, holds for you. You thank him over and over and he thanks you in return by worshipping your body on your shared bed.
You didn’t get to worship him back, or do anything he loves but he says not to worry and only kisses you lovingly before taking you both into the bathroom once your steady enough to stand on your feet.
He washes you with reverence, kissing the skin after drying you. Then afterwards, dresses you in his favorite pajama set he bought for you not long ago, which also is beginning to stretch over your belly.
He moves in for the kill and completely wraps you up in his arms once you are tucked in under the sheets and gives you warm pecks across the nape of your neck. You hear him before you fall asleep.
“I love you, tesoro. Any size, any shape. No matter what.”
