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The kiss is slow and wet, open mouthed, and each shift to gain a different purchase ups the ante, the pleasure, the need. It’s like we can’t get enough. Deep and wild. Frantic and sipping, slow and leisurely. It’s a world tour of what all the kisses we can try and each is better than the last.
He rolls over so he’s on me and he parts my thighs, hand coming down to stroke against me and he sinks a finger into me as he starts to tease my clit.
“So fucking hot and wet and tight.”
He kisses a trail down my throat as I float, wanting more, needing all he has and he knows it, because he’s working me to a fever pitch.
Right as he brings me to a sudden low orgasm, he thrusts into me. Each thrust is deep, languid, and he stretches and fills. I grab at him and he keeps pushing deep, all the way.
“Home,” I whisper. “You’re home.”
“Fuck yeah I am.” He rolls us so he’s on his back and I’m sprawled on him. “Home is where your cunt is,Tesoro.”
A wild thrill rocks me. Like he just said he loves me. But he’ll never do that, and I’ll take what I can get.
He grabs my hips and works me on him, not letting me help until he starts going deeper, faster, and he says, “Ride me, babe. Ride me.”
I do. I lift and grind my pussy down onto him and we settle into a sweet rhythm. Then he tangles his hand in my hair as the pressure in me starts to rise, a sweet, intense pleasure singing. He kisses me like the entire world is me.
I fall into the kiss, grinding and humping his cock as it twitches in me. His breath starts to come hard and uneven into me. Mine does the same with him and ripples through me. I don’t know where he ends, and I begin and this . . . this is different from all the other times.
It’s a coming together that has no agenda other than joining pure delight and dark intimate places pulling us down. I’m starting to shake now as he plows up into me, harder, deeper, and then I reach it. That place and my entire body flowers open with wave after wave of ecstasy. I go higher, the deep throb of orgasm inside not done.
The world tilts sideways as I contract and it’s like every single cell of me is contracting, expanding, filling with that delight and pleasure. Everything goes white as I shudder and shake and someone is crying out. It’s me.
“Nicolo, I’m coming. I’m coming.”
“Fuck. You’re a vice on my cock. Oh, God.”
He comes too. His body shakes and his dick in me swells and spurts. The twitching is intense, and he slams me down on him hard. Our voices mingle as I shake and shake, and then he kisses me again.
He keeps his mouth on mine, that open, intimate kiss that has no finesse, no agenda, just pure and glorious honesty, bare souls and bones, until I slump on him, the last of the waves finally settling.
It’s a long time that we lay there, tangled, breathing all over the place. He traces meaningless patterns on my skin as he holds me.
I close my eyes.
Yes, I think I really have gone and fallen in love with him.
* * *
Later, all through our shared shower, after we get ready for bed, I keep thinking on that. I don’t know what to do with it. How can I? It’s one sided. And… I pull out my camera.
“Nicolo?”
“Yeah?”
I turn, holding up the camera. I’m going to have to find a way to get out and save him tomorrow. Because I think he’s the type of man who’ll choose the third option: save me, save his family, and sacrifice himself. I can’t let that happen. But right now. . .
“Can I take your picture?”
If I do get out of this, I’ll be going away. I can’t be here as someone for him to sleep with, and he keeps telling me he’s not forever. Running off might be the only way.
Nicolo doesn’t answer. I look at him.
He’s staring at my camera.
“Photos.”
