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“What’s this one?” Her fingers trace the lines jumping up and down on my upper arm.
I lean over and unbutton her shirt. “That one is my sister's heartbeat.” Her eyes flick to mine as I push her shirt off her shoulders and throw it on the floor, and take her in, now only in her bra, before I kiss her softly.
“She was sick for a long time. One time she was really bad, and we thought it was the end, so I grabbed her heartbeat from the monitor and put it on my skin so I would always remember.”
“What about this one?” she asks, as her fingers trace my forearm as I unbutton my jeans and push them down my legs before doing the same with my underwear, her eyes honing in on my cock, which is already hard and throbbing for her.
“That one is the time of my birth.” I am talking about the clock that displays the time I was born as I pull down the straps of her bra and unclip it before putting my mouth around her nipple, licking and sucking her. I hear her breath hitch and her body relaxes back against the wall once more.
We are now both naked, her blue eyes wide, her blonde hair falling down her back, her body curvy and so fucking feminine and beautiful. I can’t stop touching her as my hands run up and down her torso, grabbing her breasts and her ass as I try to be slow and steady, wanting to take my time with her, show her how I feel.
“Come here,” I say as I lift her up by her ass, forcing her to grip on tight, her legs wrapping around my waist just how I like them.
“I’m trying to be good, but I really want to fuck you up against this wall right now.” The truth falls from my lips as I smash them into hers.
She moans as her hands grip my shoulders tight, and I can barely hold myself back as I grind myself into her, my dick painfully hard.
“Take me, Nico,” she says, in between our kisses. “I’m yours.” Her hands run through my hair again, pulling it slightly, and I can’t wait any longer. I grab a condom from my wallet, making quick work of putting it on before I hold her body tight and I slowly push into her. I hear her breath hitch as her head falls back against the wall, her pussy squeezing around me.
“Fuck, you are beautiful.” Her eyes are closed, mouth slightly open, her pulse throbbing in her neck.
“Fuck me, Nico,” she breathes out as her eyes open and challenge mine.
So I do.
I have been wanting her all day, and I am hungry. I hold her ass cheeks tight as I pull back and slam into her, over and over again, watching her tits bounce and her breathing speed up, as sweat covers my chest. Pink blooms across her cheeks, her lips swollen.
“Do you like this, bambolina? Do you like me so desperate for you that I need to fuck you against the wall?” I say, knowing she does.
“Yes, Nico. God, yes.” We are both no doubt bruising each other with our holds, my shoulders with her claw marks and her ass with my fingerprints.
“Are you mine, Emilia? Tell me you belong to me, only me,” I grit out. The urge I have to own her comes on strong.
“Only yours,” she says, as she leans her forehead against mine, and I thrust into her like it is my last dying wish.
“Fucking hell, you were made for me. Fucking perfect. Fucking mine.”
“Nico, I’m coming,” she screams, and I love that she is loud in bed. Hearing my name bounce around the room from her lips is music to my ears.
“Fuck. Bambolina. Fuck me.” I feel her come undone, and I soon follow, both of us lost in a tangle of limbs, sheen of sweat, and with nothing but each other's names on our lips.
* * *
I wakeup halfway through the night to feel Emilia slip out from my arms. Remaining still, I just watch her in the moonlight as she finds her footing and goes to the bathroom. I pay little attention except for the fact that she is in there for a long time.
I wait quietly, in the dark of the room, until I hear the door open back up and feel her cold skin as she sinks back into bed. Reaching out, I wrap my hands around her waist and pull her close, wanting to tuck her into me, and feel her naked body against mine.
“Everything okay, bambolina?” I murmur to her, as I nuzzle her neck from behind, my hand running up and down her body.
“Sure, yes, go to sleep,” she scolds me, not wanting me to worry about her, yet I do. I pull her closer and then I flatten my palm against her stomach, my fingers softly caressing her skin. I don’t know what is happening. I have never been this infatuated with a woman before. I have never found someone so addictive, someone I want to be with all the time. Touch, fuck, kiss, make coffee for.
“Nico?” she whispers quietly, and I feel her body tense in my arms.
“Yes, bambolina?”
“I want to go and see my mother again soon,” she says, not asking me, because she sure as hell doesn’t need to ask me. She’s letting me know her needs, and I appreciate it.
“Of course, no problem.” I feel her body relax again into mine, and I continue caressing her skin.
