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I itch to take charge and deepen the kiss, wanting to move past this point of being teased, wanting to rip her apart as I explore every part of her like I haven't been in her before. But against my better judgment, I stay still, because I also want to savor this moment of euphoria. This blissful respite I've been given from hankering.
“Benedetto,” she exhales sharply, whispering into my mouth, “I'm sorry I ever doubted you,” she nibs again. “Never again.”
She parts her lips slightly, whooshing warm shaky breaths against my lips.
“Never,” her tenderness switches to a more needy side. She begins to devour gingerly like she is afraid to poke but bold enough to try.
I gulp, take a part of my lower lip slightly between my teeth, and bite hard to keep me grounded and allow her this moment. And allow me this moment.
Soft timid lips parting to take my lip between them, coy tongue dancing around my lips poking for me to let it in, shuddering hands that come to hold my head in a place like they can keep me locked in.
Perfect.
Fucking perfect.
Everything about this moment is too fucking perfect. As much as I love taking from her, having her this way feels damn good. Having her give to me for the first time, something that has only ever felt like a figment of my fragmented imagination.
“Rosaline,” I rasp against her lips and she inhales sharply. “What are you doing to me?” She is making a mess out of a grown man.
I can feel my cock pulsing and making a puddle of precum against the fabric of my sweatpants. Torridness is spritzing through me to my loins, slowly melting my body in her tenderness.
Delicious agony.
Her forehead comes to rest on mine and she heaves her whizzing breaths back to normal, then presses her lips firmly against mine again. It's like a rinse and repeat of torture. Blissful torture.
“I should be asking you what you are doing to me, Benedetto,” she draws in another sharp exhale and puffs it out lazily with a nervous giggle.
She does the most unlikely thing I can think of as she begins to kiss everywhere on my face. She rains kisses on me from the corner of my mouth to my cheeks, until she gets to my forehead and imprints her lips there, with her arms coming around my neck to hug me to her breasts.
“God, Benedetto,” she sniffs me, gasps, and tightens her arm around my neck. “You feel…” She quickly brings her hands back to cup my face, then tilts my head to kiss me more, like she really feels like she wants to chew me up. “You feel right.”
“Yeah?” I don't even recognize the sound of my voice.
“Yeah,” she swallows, and as she moves in for another kiss, I meet her halfway, helping her out this time. I deepen the kiss, wanting the same thing as her. To chew her up if I can.
With my mouth covering hers and my tongue exploring every contour and ridge of her warm mouth like they're pointers to her heart, I part my legs further apart, slide on the stool in a way that leaves me sitting slightly on it, then grab a fistful of her dress to pull her to me, between my legs.
Her hands are on my face, my neck, my biceps, then back to my face as her mouth moves in sync with mine. Her breathy moans and my guttural sound meld into a body-tuning melody, like a wake-up call.
I want to explore her as if I had never been there before. And maybe I have never been there before. I mean, it doesn't count if you've been to a place countless time without ever really seeing the place.
I push my tongue further into her mouth, wanting to reach down her lungs and tingle her in the same spot she tingles me right now. Her heart. I want to unfold her, rip her open, and empty her of everything she wouldn't say, making her scream them in a language that only our bodies understand.
I grab her waistline with both hands and dig my fingers in, then trace wet sloppy kisses from the corner of her mouth, down one side of her neck, and she cranes her neck to give me better access. I kiss, then pucker my lips and suckle on each spot that I kiss. I want to brand her in hickeys. Every fucking part of her should have my mark.
She shivers, melting into my hickey embellishment. She throws her head backward and pushes her full breasts out, with puckering nipples visible on the fabric of her dress. Her hands come around my shoulders to hold me for balance as she lifts one leg over mine in a way that exposes her center to my thigh.
Fuck, I love how unabashed she is around me.
I keep up with branding her, reviling in the trail of hot red misshaped marks I'm leaving in the wake of my lips. I grab the rim of the V-neck of her dress, which is now exposing her cleavage, and rip it apart, grab her breasts, and then bury my face between the plumpness.
I could fucking die here.
I kiss and nib, from one breast to the other. Then continue to suckle and create more hickeys.
Mine. All mine. This body melting under my touch, this woman intoxicated by the elixir of my kisses, this high-pitched moan wrung by the pleasure I'm delivering. All of it belongs to me.
I begin sucking on her nipples, palming her breasts together so I get both in my mouth, sucking and kneading. She arches her back and her hands come to grab my hair and hold me in place.
