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“This is beautiful.” She moves to the wardrobe, and I wonder how long it will take for her to notice.
“Nico?” She stops, still as a bird, and I watch her, waiting for her reaction.
“All my clothes are here, already hanging up?” she says in question, as she looks at me, slightly confused.
“Like I said, I want you with me now.” I walk up to her and hold her from behind, and she leans back into me.
“Nico, I don’t know…” she says softly. I run my hands up and down her body, searching her face, knowing that this is something she wants, yet she is still trying to be independent because that is all she has ever known.
“Let’s just try it out, bambolina,” I say as my lips find her neck and kiss her, my tongue tasting her skin, and she lets out a sigh, relaxing into my grip.
“Okay,” she whispers to me.
“Okay?” I question her, needing to hear it from her correctly.
“Yes, Nico, I will stay here with you. Permanently.” Her acceptance comes without her usual sass, and I spin her in my arms and find her mouth, kissing her until we’re both breathless. Gripping her waist, I pull her body flush with mine. I feel her hands curl around my neck, and I walk her back until her shoulders hit the wall.
Pulling away, I look at her. “I want to take my time with you today.” Then I drop to my knees in front of her.
“If this is what you are like when I leave you for a few hours, what is it going to be like when I am gone longer?” she whispers, smiling, watching me as I reach up and drag her jeans and underwear down her legs, skimming her skin with my hands as I do.
“I don’t plan on ever letting you go.” I lean in and kiss her on her hipbone, as my hands run up her thighs, then I grab her knee and lift her leg over my shoulder.
“Now lean back. I want to taste you,” I growl, not wanting her to be anywhere other than my apartment, naked, just for me. I brush my lips across her skin, making my way slowly from her hip to her sex, and I flick my tongue across her, feeling her warm and wet.
“You are insatiable,” she murmurs, her breath hitching as my tongue glides across her center.
“I fucking love the way you taste,” I murmur in response, her skin sweet like rose flavored dessert made just for me.
“You are so good with your mouth.” Her breathing is getting faster as her hands come up and run through my hair, her fingers tools of magic as she massages my scalp. Any tension I had disappears as I move my tongue deeper into her.
“Nico…” she whimpers, as my lips kiss and my tongue licks in tandem, and I feel her relax even more. I decide then and there this is where I want to be buried when I die.
“Bambolina, you are so wet for me,” I say as I lick her, savoring every drop she’s giving me.
“Always for you...” she breathes out, her lips rocking slightly, telling me she wants more, as her hands continue to run over my scalp.
I move my hands down her thighs to her knees, and I open her right up to me, wanting to have all of her.
“You are so beautiful, glistening for me like this,” I say, my thumb caressing her clit, just how I know she likes it.
I flatten my tongue and swipe, trailing my fingers down before one enters her warm, wet core.
“More. I want more,“ she begs, her voice pitching upwards, and so I put in a second one while my tongue continues to lick and suck her clit. I find a rhythm then, a soft, sultry rhythm, as I slowly tease her, her hips rocking against my face, her fingers digging in a little more into my hair, her orgasm slowly building.
“I want you to fuck my face, Emilia,” I say, urging her to take what she needs, even though I am so hard it is killing me. She pushes me into her a little more as her hips grind, and her body begins to shudder as her release washes over her.
“Nico, I can’t!” she pants out my name, her body jerking, my fingers and tongue continuing their assault. I feel her come on my tongue and I lick her, over and over, not wanting to stop.
Her grip in my hair loosens, and I hear her breathless, so I slowly remove my fingers and inch my way back up her body, pressing kisses all over her, my hands following, needing to touch every inch of her beautiful body.
“That was amazing,” she whispers out, her hand splayed across her forehead, a small blush to her face and neck.
“I like making you come,” I say, and she grins, but my look remains deadly, because I haven’t finished with her yet.
I stand in front of her, letting her catch her breath as I unbutton my shirt. I watch her eyes travel over my bare chest as I sweep the shirt from my shoulders.
“Tell me about your tattoos?” she asks, lifting her hand to my chest, letting her fingers trace the myriad of lines and drawings on my body. It feels good to have her hands on me.
