Page 17 of Ciao, Amore

“I’m not. I’ll bet you’re too scared to join.”

“I’m not scared.” Dani licked her lips, although her mouth was no longer dry. Like, her pussy was the opposite of dry at the naked desire on his face. “You’re the one who talks the most shit.”

“Really? Let’s find out if I’m full of shit or not.”

Nico leaned over the border between them, closed his eyes, and pressed his lips against hers. It was light, the barest of pressure, but need rocked through her at that simple contact, the delicious taste of him. His mouth touched hers again, moving over hers in leisure, taking more of her lips and sliding in an exploring tongue. When he pulled away and lay back down on his side, she was breathless with wanting more.

Nico tunneled under her blanket. She exhaled as his fingers made contact with the skin of her chest, then trailed down till he palmed her breast. He squeezed the nipple through her clothes, and it felt so good, the air rushed out of her. His heat, his expert fingers that rubbed light circles over her nipple till it stiffened, made her pussy throb hard.

He ran his hand over the short distance to her other breast, giving it the same treatment, and she reached out too, under that highway he’d created, to gently rake her fingernails across the nipples she’d seen through his tee shirt. He hissed; the air conditioning and the engines, smooth as they were, muffled any groan he might have made when she reached lower to squeeze his cock through his sweatpants, once, then held it without stroking, enjoying the thickness and length of him against her palm.

“Meet me in the bathroom unless you’revanillaand want to stop.”

He pushed back his cover, and before she could argue with him about this reckless shit, he swung his legs over the side of his bed and disappeared to the bathroom, which was right behind their row.

Fuck it, why not?

The bouncing of the other couple with almost total abandon, the woman’s head thrown back, and her upturned face contorted in ecstasy, was too much for her. Her flat-out insane lust for Nico spurred her to get out of her own bed and into the bathroom where he waited with the door cracked slightly.

He pulled her in immediately, shut the door, and locked it so the “occupied” sign appeared.

“I thought we agreed we weren’t fucking in Naples,” Dani said, her gaze on his mouth, then on his stomach as he pulled up his tee shirt to reveal chiseled abs and a broad, firm chest.

She laughed at how ridiculously cut he was under all those tee shirts and sweats—how beautifully male, a sculptor’s fever dream. The flame of his silver medallion glinted in her eyes, blinding her to anything but him. His cock bobbed against his pants. The desire to please that cock—to please him—spiraled that much further beyond her control as she stared into eyes with irises gone wide.

“This isn’t Naples, smart-ass. Contract’s no good over international waters. Anything goes out here.”

Nico cupped her face and pulled her flush against him, then pressed his lips against hers, open and hot. The contact of their bodies at the same time made them shudder, weeks of longing finally flowering into a hot, dizzying reality. Then his mouth moved faster against hers, hungry, licking and sucking on her lips before slipping a tongue inside with a moan that was part greed, part relief. It was the way he held her by her face that got to her, his thumbs tracing her temples. The way his fingers sank into the grooves between her braids, cradling her as though she was made of something infinitely precious.

“Fuck, you’re a good kisser.”

He mumbled it against her mouth, then took more, gave more, until abruptly, he pulled away, burying his face in the hollow between her neck and her shoulder. He planted a kiss there that burned and made her rise on her tiptoes, grabbing his hips and pulling him into the triangle between her track pants.

Rubbing herself against the hard ridge was good but not nearly enough. She reached to push down his pants and his briefs and looked at what she’d uncovered. Impressive. Whatever fantasies she’d had where she imagined how Nico’s dick might look paled in comparison. It was nice and thick in her hand, big enough to hit all the right spots. The shaft was lavender and veined, the cap big, heart-shaped, and already pearling with cum.

She grinned again; this was surreal, all of it.

Nico was busy unzipping her jacket all the way, then the tank was pulled up and her bra pulled down. Breasts free, he wasted no time getting his mouth on one, groaning again, then commenced a hard sucking that had her legs turning to jelly.

“I knew your tits would be beautiful. You good for more than one orgasm?” he asked against her breast, tugging on her hard brown nipple with his teeth.

She loved his roughness, and she let him know by gripping his scalp through his shock of dark hair and holding him closer.

“That’s up to you, isn’t it?” she responded, and he grinned. She knew how competitive he was, and he’d find a way to rise to the challenge like the cock rising to rock-hard stiffness against her stomach. “I thought you said you didn’t want to fuck me.”

“You think I can help it?” he whispered. He smiled into her eyes, and she looked away, suddenly uncertain if she could handle the gathering intensity in his. “You’re fucking me up, Daniela. I haven’t been able to think about anything else but this. About sucking on these titties. Licking your pussy till you beg me to stop. Coming in you. Everything I’d do to you if I got a chance.”

“Okay, but this is only happening once, so whatever you were thinking about doing, now’s the time.”

Nico’s eyes went sleepier, more serious. Slowly, he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her pants and underwear, pulling everything down in one movement. He bent to get her clothes past her knees, and she helped him get them off completely by raising her slippered feet off the cold bathroom floor, one at a time.

Bracing herself against the tiny chrome counter of the stall, she gasped when Nico stayed on his knees, toying with her lower lips with his fingers before burying his face between her thighs to inhale deeply. That made her wetter, coupled with his murmur of appreciation, followed by his first long lick from her entrance to her clit.

“Mm. Yes. Hit that spot. Right there,” Dani whispered, watching him through the haze of pleasure, the bright gold overhead light giving his hair an irresistible sheen. She ran her fingers through it, holding in a moan as his tongue licked circles around her nub that all but destroyed her. “Damn, you’re a good kisser.” Her moaned praise drew a laugh from him, a chuckle that rumbled against her lower lips and sent more shockwaves through her.

Nico grinned. He roamed his hand upward to tease her nipple again while he went back to licking her. She gripped the counter harder, staring down at him while he went from licking to sucking her clit, fucking her with a thick, long finger. Ecstasy shot through her all at once, with no warning; she didn’t mean to clamp her thighs around his head, but it couldn’t be helped. It was too fucking good, the thunderous heartbeat in her pussy barely slowing down before he stood and hooked her thigh with his arm.

Nico pressed the slippery head of his cock against her clit, rubbing it to stretch out that first fantastic release. He was wetting her lower lips with milk-white droplets of cum, sliding it around the clit again and then pressing the fatness an inch deep. Staring down at where their bodies joined, he gasped, she gasped, and they moaned together.

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