I drag my lips down her throat, tasting water and salt and her. I bite the skin at the side of her neck.
Her fingers tighten in response, drawing another groan from deep in my chest.
The shower's steam swirls around us like the fog that blankets the vineyard at dawn, intimate and isolating.
"I need you," she gasps, her voice barely audible above the water's rhythm. "Always need you, even when I'm mad at you."
I press her against the tile wall. Her back arches, bringingher breasts flush against my chest. The slick slide of skin on skin threatens to fracture my control.
"You have me," I promise, my hands moving lower, over her stomach, her thighs, her slick, dripping pussy. "You think I'll ever let you go?"
She moans, her head falling back against the wall as I slide two fingers inside her.
"Answer me," I demand, my voice low and rough.
"No," she pants, her hips grinding against my hand. "You won't."
"Damn fucking right." I spin her around and pin her against the tiles. Her tits press against the cool surface, her ass juts out.
"Cara,I can't wait." I push myself against the cleft of her buttocks.
"Neither can I, Nico. Come inside me."
I grab my cock, thick and throbbing, and press the tip against her soaked pussy. She's tight, so fucking tight, and I can feel her clench around me as I push inside.
"Cazzo," I groan, burying myself to the hilt. Her pussy grips me—hot and wet and perfect.
"Dammelo più forte," she screams.
I slam into her, giving what she’s asking, going into her harder and deeper. The sound of our bodies slapping together drowns out the roar of the shower.
I cup her breasts, pinching her nipples. She comes when I play with her clit and her tits. It takes longer with her breasts, but that only means her release clenches around me longer as well.
"Ancora!More," she pleads.
I thrust harder, madness claiming me.
"You're mine," I growl, my hands gripping her hips, pulling her back onto me with every stroke. "Say it."
"I'm yours." Her voice breaks as I hit that spot inside her that makes her crazy. "And you're mine."
“Yes.” My balls tighten, my cock swells as I get closer and closer to the edge.
I wrap one hand around her throat, pulling her back against me, and lean down to bite her shoulder, marking her, claiming her.
"I love you," I groan, the words tearing out of me like they've been waiting for this moment.
"Nico," she moans, her pussy clenching around me as she comes, her body shaking, her cries echoing off the tiles.
I ride her through it, harder, faster, until I can't take it anymore. I slam into her one last time, burying myself deep as I come, my cock pulsing, filling her up with every fucking drop.
We stay like that for a moment, panting, the water washing over us, washing away the fight, the anger, everything but us.
"Never leave me," I whisper into her ear, my voice raw, my heart exposed.
"Never," she promises, turning to kiss me, soft and sweet, like she's sealing the deal.
She's so tired, and I should let her sleep, but when we get into bed, I find my need for her is still strong and wild. It's more than a need for her. I know that. I'm afraid of losing her. So much is going on—Chiara, the business, Matteo being sick….
