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Comprometido & Impegnato

"I am so bad", Annie giggled.
'10 Spanish Phrases To Use In Bed' - said the article she was reading. Naturally lazy, Annie had been reluctant to learn Spanish. She understood some basic terms but Rafael seldom used those. They had made a pact after their dinner with Sonny (haha!) to always translate Italian and Spanish to each other. And somehow, Annie felt that her sex-phrases in Italian were quite jaded. They didn't sound hot either. On the other hand, when Rafael turned on his Spanish mode, she was all quivers and moans.
"As lo que quieras", she memorized it.
Closing her laptop and drifting into the kitchen to check on dinner, Annie's mind was occupied with what she had just read. She turned off the stove and got busy.
"Ay papi", she mumbled.
She had never used any equivalent of the word 'Daddy' during sex. It just wasn't her cup of tea. 'Daddy' was the happy, smiling man who had raised her, not the one between her legs.
"Papi", she said.
It did roll quite nicely off the tongue.
"AHHH!", she screamed.
The guy who had scared her laughed. Annie turned to him, heart beating wild as she put a hand over it.
"You jerk!", she hit him in the chest.
Rafael pulled her close with his hands on the butt he had just pinched, laughing still.
"You walk like a cat"
"Muuuaaahh!"
He gave her a long, loud smack on the lips. Annie smiled on sensing his good mood; it was rare. She tugged at the knot of his tie,
"My fiancé's not home, y'know"
"How about we take this", he cocked his head sideways, "...to your bedroom?"
"Get your hands off me. I won't cheat on Rafael"
"What can he give you that I can't?"
She held up her ring finger,
"This"
"I'll get you a rock"
"I hate diamonds. See?", she wiggled out of his arms, "That's the difference between you and him. He knows me. And all you know of me is my body"
"It's a nice body"
He kissed her neck, standing behind her by the kitchen counter. Annie was putting some garnish on the curry.
"How was work?", she asked.
Nuzzling her, he spoke against the skin of her neck,
"Boring. I kept looking at your photos to entertain myself"
"What photos?"
"Where you're wearing the corset", he whispered.
"You kept those?", she grinned, "What if someone gets their hands on them?"
"No big deal. I already sent them to Playboy"
Annie turned to give him a look. Rafael made for her mouth as if he would bite. His hands were still on her waist.
"Somebody missed me today", she turned to the counter again with a smile.
"So much"
"All right, Romeo. Let me..."
Her skin broke into goose bumps at his touch. His fingers slid into her top, flitting over her tummy. They traced the shape of it before gliding up along the underwire of her bra.
"You're wearing a bra. Where are your manners?"
Annie giggled.
"Stop it. You just got home. And dinner's getting cold"
"I don't care"
"Raf!"
He lowered his hand into her pants. Annie gripped the kitchen counter. He was getting right to business.
"Raf, not here. We...", she jerked as he touched her panties, "Not in the kitchen"
He went on kissing her neck and shoulders, fingering her against the cold counter. Annie tried to fight her arousal.
"Raf, please. Not... oh!"
Her knuckles strained against the kitchen top as she held onto it. Rafael's ministrations were making her knees weak. Annie closed her eyes and let him have his way. A low growl escaped her throat as he used his thumb.
"Raf", she whispered.
The sound of his belt buckle unsnapping opened her eyes. She spread her feet apart to aid him. As if it were the only natural thing in the world, Rafael slid into her.
"You did miss me", she said, closing her eyes.
His thrusts rocked her to and fro. Annie laid her head back on his shoulders. They panted in sync. Rafael's low huffing was music to her ears.
"Annie", he said her name.
She held his hand that was kneading her breast and guided it. They were close. Annie moaned and slumped forward. The moment the wave rushed over them both, she was back against his shoulder, gasping his name and god's.
"Fuck", Rafael groaned as he released inside her, "Fuck"
Knowing her body too well, he lifted Annie off her jelly'd feet before she could stumble, and carried her to the dinner table. He set her down in the chair. She tried to regulate her breath and adjusted her panties back in place. After zipping himself up, washing his hands and shedding his coat, Rafael rolled up his sleeves. He brought their food to the table.
"Dinner is served", he took the chair across hers.
Annie teased,
"Do you want to say grace?"
He smiled before biting into the food.

Dinner was lovely but so was the afterglow on Annie's face. Rafael stared at her till she blushed. He saw her shift the food to one side in her mouth while her tongue seemed to pass over her teeth. He knew what that was and handed her the pepper shaker. Annie sprinkled it over her bowl of curry.
"Since we have a date now", she said, "We should think about dance lessons"
"We don't need dancing lessons"
'Spicy', he thought of the food. Annie poured him a glass of water before he could ask.
"I have slow-danced once. And I looked like Beetlejuice on stilts. My goofy routine won't look half as cute in a wedding dress"
"You're free to take 'em if you want but I don't need dancing lessons"
"It will be good practice"
"I am fine, believe me"
"If you say so", she rolled her eyes.
Rafael smiled to himself,
"What about your bachelorette party? Planned anything yet"
"Sort of. I don't like strip-clubs, so Kyle offered to strip. I turned him down. He has no sense of rhythm. Plus it would have been weird. So it's probably just going to be me and my posse hitting up a karaoke bar. What about you?"
"I'm not having a stag night"
"Why not?!"
"They are tacky and gross"
"You don't have to have a stripper. You could just have drinks with your friends"
"No. Because if I do, I'll have to invite them all to the wedding. We are having a strictly private ceremony"
"Fine", she said, "You want some more rice?"
"No. I'm good"

After dinner, Rafael refused to get into his pajamas. He was without his waistcoat and tie when he dragged Annie into the living room and turned on some music on his phone.
"I had no idea you were so touchy about your dancing skills", she laughed.
"Chin up", he put her hand on his shoulder, "And stop putting your hand on my butt"
They danced to the slow, steady rhythm. Steps matching, grins widening.
"You weren't kidding", Annie said.
Suddenly, the song turned up-tempo. Annie exclaimed an "Ooh!" as he turned her in his arms with expertise. He laid her across his forearm till her braid nearly touched the floor.
"Rafael", she scolded.
He kissed along her midriff before pulling her back up. The big finish was her leg around his waist as she panted.
"You okay, Annie?", he taunted her, "You look kind of... flushed"
She got out of his arms,
"Great. Now I really need dance lessons"