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His lips moved over damn near every inch of me, creating little sparks of desire. But it was more than that to me. Deeper. More intense.
It felt like worship.
It felt like heaven.
Then he was on his side, pulling me onto mine, hands roaming down my back as his lips claimed mine again.
It wasn’t long until I was pushing him onto his back, and coming over him, giving him a taste of the sweet torment, of the reverence he’d shown me.
I got to know the little scars on his arms and knees, likely old childhood injuries. And the nasty one on his stomach that I meant to ask him about some other time. There was a tattoo on his chest with his family name in the center. A coat of arms, it seemed.
“Baby,” he murmured, voice soft, but heated, making my gaze lift from where my lips had been pressing kisses over his ribs. “You’re fucking killing me,” he admitted.
“I know,” I agreed, giving him a wicked smirk as I leaned down to continue my exploration. Down, then back up again.
As soon as my lips were on his again, he was sitting upward, taking me with him as he dug in his nightstand, then reached between us to slide on the condom.
“Ride me,” he demanded as his lips teased over my neck.
I didn’t need more encouragement than that.
I lifted up, then slid down his length, letting out a long moan as he filled me.
As soon as he was settled deep, Nino went flat again, gaze on me as I started to move.
Slow.
Almost painfully so.
But I was just trying to feel it all so strongly, to memorize every movement, every sensation, every sigh and groan.
Nino’s hands moved up my thighs, then drifted up over my ribs. And he reached to toy with my breasts.
Then, with an impatient grumble, he was hooking an arm around me, and rolling me under his body.
His hands reached for mine, lifting them up, pinning them to the mattress with his fingers entwined with mine.
Then he was taking over.
Soft and slow at first.
Then harder and faster as the moments passed, as our bodies started to climb toward that edge of oblivion.
“There,” Nino hissed as my hips met his, as my walls tightened around him. “Just let go, baby,” he murmured.
Then I did.
And the world shattered.
I shattered.
Then Nino broke apart with me, both of us crying out as the pleasure coursed through us.
His weight came back down on me after, a crushing, but welcome feeling, as he tried to slow his breathing, bring some calm back to the chaos.
“Fuck,” he hissed, rolling us to our sides, my leg draped over his hip, my face near his.
“I concur,” I agreed, leaning over to press a kiss to his chin, since it was what I could reach. The movement made a warm smile stretch across his face, making those crinkles appear again. I couldn’t help it. I reached out toward them, my finger tracing over the marks. “I haven’t told you yet, but I love these,” I told him.
