Gelato

I saw her across the piazza, her tongue swirling at the top of the cone of gelato. She was not dressed provocatively like the students flocking through the square, on their way to the next hookup. Hair the color of rich oak cascaded down her back. I couldn't see her eyes as they hid behind dark sunglasses that emphasized the cat-like shape of her face.

Her mouth sucked on the rich, creamy dessert and carnal lightning flashed through my body. She paused and looked over to me. Raising her glasses to the crown of her head, I saw a finely shaped brow rise.

Not one to let pass an invitation, I crossed the distance to her table. "Signorina, posso sedersi?"

"Please, do."

"Ah, you speak English." I drew the empty chair out and sat, letting my legs bracket hers.

"I do. Would you like a taste?" She held out her cone to me. I leaned in, looking her in the eye as my tongue touched where hers had only moments before. Dark sin in the form of chocolate coated my tastebuds, with an underlying hint of sweet citrus. From her?

"I'm Alex. Will you share your name?"

Her smile held a hint of cunning. "Caprice."

"And do you live up to your name?" I let my fingers trace the delicate bones forming her wrist. Gelato dripped onto her hand.

She reached over and tipped my chin up so our eyes met. I could see now they were as changeable as her name implied. Muted greens faded into browns with a hint of gold flecking the edges.

"Are you willing to find out?"

I knew if I could possess her for even one night, I would have been favored by the gods. "Yes."

Holding her hand, still clutching the cone of gelato, up to my mouth, she said, "Show me."

As if on cue, I held her wrist and traced the rivulets of melted cream along her skin. Musk mixed with the sweet bitterness of the chocolate. When I had cleaned her hand, I looked back into her eyes, waiting.

She drew the treat back to her mouth and licked. Slowly up the side, pausing at the top to wiggle with the tip. I gulped.

One more lick and she leaned over the table, reaching behind my head. She pulled me in close, and our tongues met, sharing the divine ambrosia. When we parted ways, she stood.

Reaching into her pocket, she drew out a key and placed it just at the tips of my fingers. "In an hour."

And she walked away, her denim-clad ass swaying, her arm cocked as she continued eating her gelato.

 

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