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His body stiffens, but I don’t stop, although I should. I have no right to be doing this when he belongs to someone else, but I’m selfish when it comes to Massimo. His hands find my hips grasping them tightly, the feel of them evoking memories of him making love to me. He rests his head on my belly, and I move my hand back through his hair, tangling my fingers through the thick strands.
Massimo is shaking. I can hear his labored breaths and the sniffles that undoubtedly accompany the tears I cannot see. My heart breaks for him, and I want to ease his pain, so I continue tousling his hair with my fingers. It’s all I can do.
We remain in that position for what seems like forever. The silence between us is filled with unspoken emotions, accompanied by Dave Matthews Band’s “Crash Into Me” playing on the radio.
I am at a loss for words. I don’t know how to console the man before me because he’s no longer mine. Aside from our last two encounters, I haven’t seen Massimo in nine years. The last place I expected to find myself is comforting him as I am now. There is still much unsaid between us, much I have to apologize for, yet now is not the time to get into all that. He needs to grieve his mother before he can do anything else.
“Lena,” he murmurs while tightening his grip on my hips, the burning between my legs intensifying under his touch.
“I’m here.”
Massimo lifts his head, peeking up at me, letting his gaze linger before shifting his eyes back down to my tummy. He moves his hands to the front and begins pulling my blouse out from where it’s tucked into my skirt until my skin is exposed. He places his lips on my belly—the touch of them like flames licking at my skin.
My head tells me I should ask him to stop. My heart begs for him to keep going.
“I missed you so much, you have no idea,” he mumbles, kissing the area above the skirt’s waistband between each word.
My eyes burn when I hear his confession. I lean my head back to fight the tears from releasing. I should stop him, but my self-restraint has always been weak whenever I’m near him, his presence stripping me bare. Despite not seeing him in nine years, he’s dominated my thoughts nearly every single day. I am selfish and want him to touch me. Having him so close to me fulfills all of my heart’s desires. I let out a long breath, shifting my head back down to watch him.
Massimo begins unbuttoning my shirt, starting with the bottom button. He moves to the next, his large fingers struggling with the small buttons, kissing the skin he exposes with each one that comes undone. When he reaches my bra, he opens my blouse, placing his hands over each breast and squeezing.
I’m feverish and groan from the welcome pressure. His lips skim along the skin above the waistline of my skirt, his tongue licking its way up, stopping just under my breasts, leaving a trail of scorching heat along its path.
His kisses torch the wildfire within me, each stroke of his hands incendiary. My skin tingles and comes alive under his touch, at the feel of the stubble growing on his face scraping my skin. My hands play with his hair, back, forth, around—pushing and pulling it every which way in slow, circular motions.
Massimo’s hands move over my hips and down the sides of each leg, landing on the bottom of my skirt, hiking it up until it’s bunched around my hips. He kisses the skin along the top of my thighs, grasping the panties between his teeth. He drags his hands from my hips down to my apex, until his left hand finds its way between my thighs and rests on my panties, pulling them to the side. His right index and middle fingers rest on my heated folds just exposed. He begins rubbing them up toward my sensitive nub and back in a slow dragging motion.
I hiss at his touch, and my legs begin shaking. Fuck how I’ve missed him, his hands, his caresses. My breathing is labored. My eyes are hooded from the pleasure he’s awoken within me.
I should stop him, but I don’t want to.
I shouldn’t let this happen, but I need it to.
I should end this, but greed overpowers me.
Massimo’s index finger slips between my lips, pushing its way in, his thumb circling, and I moan in response. Lust clouds my thoughts, all reasoning I try to convince myself of, gone. Inside of me, his finger circles, and his middle finger joins, delving deeper within me, causing my legs to buckle from pleasure. I have to grasp onto him to keep from collapsing.
As he’s rubbing and pushing, he lowers his head and flicks his tongue over my mound, resting its tip there before he begins drawing circles with it.
I mewl in pleasure and tug at his hair. He responds by licking my folds, dragging his tongue up to my nub and back down. All the while, his fingers stroke my insides, causing me to crash over the edge. He continues circling his thumb while his fingers rub me from within, carrying me through my climax.
When my breathing slows, Massimo pulls his fingers from me, and I instantly feel the cool air between my legs, hollow because I miss his touch.
I look down at him, and he’s shifting his head back and away from me, raising his gaze to mine. His chocolate-colored eyes are hooded, dark, and burning with desire. I can still see the love there that I saw all those years ago.
He lifts his right hand to his lips and starts sucking on his fingers, slowly dragging them out and pushing them back in, savoring the taste of me.
Fueling my cravings to taste him. Feel him. Love him.
I bring my right hand from his hair down to his face resting my thumb on his lips, running it from left to right and back again. He flicks his tongue out, taking my thumb in his mouth, and begins sucking it. Our eyes bore into each other, and we cherish each other’s touch.
“Massimo, I—”
“Shhh, not now, Lena, please.” His eyes plead for me to stop talking.
His hands move to my waist and grab my skirt, adjusting it back into place before he buttons my blouse. When he finishes, he nudges me, and I take a step back, allowing him to get up. He stands, his eyes never leaving mine as he raises himself from the couch, his grasp still firm on my rounded hips. Massimo’s eyes emanate a myriad of emotions—fear, anger, hurt, sadness, hope, love.
“Massimo, I think we should talk about what just happened.”
