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Enrico
Lying naked on Fernando's bed, I stretch out like a starfish as his tongue dives in and out of my quivering hole. Moaning and writhing beneath him, I rub my face into the pillow. His fingers spread me open and he licks over my pucker in long strides, flattening his tongue.
When I first opened my eyes this morning I thought I was in a dream. Waking up to him touching me and whispering 'I love you' into my ear is something I never thought I could have. His fingers found my hole and he teased my entrance while we shared lazy kisses. I needed more and he gave it to me, kissing his way down my body and shoving his hungry mouth between my cheeks. Warmth overtook me and I lost control of my limbs.
He continues to fuck me with his eager tongue and the sensation is both wonderful and overwhelming. I'm splitting at the fucking seams and my cock hasn't been touched once. The first time his hand attempted to snake around my front, I shoved him away. I want to come this way only and I'm slipping closer with each stroke and plunge.
Nails dig into the cheeks of my ass and I love all the marks he leaves behind on my skin. I need him to keep bringing them back every time they fade. Whenever we aren't together they are reminders of our previous moments we shared. Touching them makes me feel like I'm touching him.
Arching my hips, I press my ass closer to his face and his twisting fingers slide in beside his tongue, causing me to choke back a whimper. Shaking and flailing against the mattress, warm and cold sensations spiral inside me and I come hard, my brain fizzing out while I lose all feeling in my limbs.
“Fuck, I like that way too much.” It's addicting. Then again, everything about him is. He's a drug I constantly want to be high on, and I needed my fix too badly to stay away yesterday. Fuck the dangers. If my dad wants to come after us then I'll be waiting. Let them all come. Fernando is worried we will lose our lives being together when I feel like I’m slowly dying inside every time he pushes me away.
“The right amount in my opinion.” His lips press to my twitching hole before kissing each one of the globes of my ass. “We need to wash up and get going.”
“Donde?” I arch a brow at him.
The mattress lifts as he climbs off the bed. “Your father messaged me this morning while you were snoring away and asked me to bring you to Sunday mass.”
I scoff. “I do not snore.”
“You do when you're really tired. You also talk a little,” he says, walking out of the room. “Venga. You can't show up smelling like cum.”
“I'm not going,” I say quickly.
Glancing at me through the open doorway, he leans against the frame. “If you don't willingly, I'll carry you there myself. You're going either way. It's up to you to decide how.”
“Are you going to tase me?” I arch a brow.
A grin plasters on his face. “If I have to.”
Sliding off the bed, I step onto the cold wood and follow him into the bathroom. He brushes his teeth and washes his face while I jump in the shower for a quick scrub down. Clothes are laid out for me on the bed when I enter the bedroom with a towel wrapped around my waist.
Fernando is already dressed, looking like a wet dream in a navy suit and a pair of brown Dockers. His hair is slicked back and his beard is neatly trimmed, the peppering of gray only making him more sexy. The scars more apparent on his face underneath the morning light only adds to the appeal. How does he manage to look so damn good in a matter of minutes?
“You better wait for me in the car if you don't want me dirtying your suit. You're making it really hard for me not to rub myself on you and come all over you right now.”
He laughs, adjusting his blazer. “I'm going to fix you some breakfast so you can eat it with your meds. You did bring them, didn't you?”
“Si. They’re on the counter. I'm surprised you walked right past them yesterday without noticing.” My towel drops to the floor and I don't miss the way his eyes take all of me in. If he keeps looking at me that way, we won't be going anywhere today.
“You wouldn't be if you knew the day I had.” He walks toward the kitchen and shouts as he's disappearing behind the wall, “Apúrate. It won't take me long to make your oatmeal and tea.”
“Yeah, yeah. Make sure it's peppermint.” My stomach is already feeling uneasy, and I haven't even eaten yet. My flare ups come in waves. It can be days until the next one shows up and sometimes I can go for months with hardly any symptoms. This last time it was weeks and I felt the best I had in a while with only an occasional cramp here and there.
As much as I love Fernando's cock inside of me, I wasn't feeling up to having it today. I think he could tell judging by his extra gentle touches. No one's better at reading my cues like he is. I fell asleep with a slight pressure in my stomach and now I'm glad I listened to my body because a dull ache has taken its place, spreading in the center the more I bend down.
I enter the kitchen in the clothes Fernando bought for me. After the last time I was here, he probably wanted to be prepared and bought enough to fill the whole other side of his closet. Stepping behind him, I wrap my arms around his wide frame, pressing my face into his shoulder. His hand wraps around mine and he brings my palm to his mouth, applying a closed lip kiss. “Ready to eat?”
I rub my forehead from side to side against his jacket. “I'm sorry. I know you went through all the trouble but I'm not feeling very well this morning.”
Dropping the ladle and my hand, he turns around and grabs my face. “Mirar. It was no trouble. I don't want to aggravate your tummy any more than it already is. We can just stick with tea for now. Okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Bueno.” His hands fall to my shoulders and he presses a chaste kiss to my lips. “If you're not up to going after all, I'll find a way to get you out of it.”
“What happened to you dragging me there if you had to?” I smirk.
