Page 18 of Ciao, Amore

“Can I?” he rasped. “Please. I need to feel you when you come on me.”

She dizzied from his words alone. This was reckless, and she knew it, but for the first time in her sex life, she didn’t fucking care. Dani helped guide him in, exhaling as he slowly slid inside her, stretching her out and filling her. When he was fully seated, they smiled at each other breathlessly. And he was looking at her with a face so full of passion for her, it was almost overwhelming. She closed her eyes and leaned back, ass almost in the sink, as Nico slid that silken dick in and out.

“Fuck, it’s so good. It’s sogood,” she moaned.

“You’ve got such a pretty pussy.” Nico stared down at it, where he disappeared and she began, still gentle but beginning to pound harder. “So fuckingwet. Daniela, you’re so…” His voice broke on his lust, and he went deeper. Harder. Faster.

His fingers dug into her hips. He pulled her out of the sink so her ass was against the edge, opened her wider, and hitched her leg up higher. She could have screamed, but she somehow held it in, her arm against her mouth. And all the while, he watched her as his hips slammed home repeatedly, as if searching for something. What she saw in his gaze sent her careening, about to crash; she looked away, to safety, anywhere else but those fucking beautiful eyes.

“Give me that,” he said, voice husky. “That thing in your hand. I want to see what it can do to you.”

Dani grinned, panting, and handed it to him. It didn’t take much for him to figure out how to turn it on as he paused in his strokes. Nico took the first light pass at her clit with the tip, and she couldn’t help the stutter of her hips at the jolt. Her bud was swollen, almost too sensitive, but he pressed it a second time, and when that electric joy hit and her walls spasmed around his cock in reflex, he groaned.

“Okay, now I see the point,” he said with a shaky laugh.

The humor faded as Nico resumed the gliding of his cock in and out of her slickness. Moans, whispers, liquid pleasure, the jerkiness of his hips, the scent of their sex—it all built and concentrated, condensed down into tight need. The plane hit another pocket of turbulence that rumbled at the same time that he pressed the buzzing thing against the side of her clit and deep-stroked her. Her entire world shook, and she tumbled down, down, off a cliff, and into a river of her wet ecstasy.

“Good girl…that’s my good girl.Daniela…”

Nico followed moments later, into that same river, riding in on a flood of hot cum.

They rested there, shivering, while he slowly let her leg down. He held her, panting, with his scruffy cheek against her face. He was sweaty. Delicious. Nico turned to kiss her temple, nuzzling her and scraping that ticklish facial hair against her neck. His mouth traveled back to hers and had a new, tangy taste; she recognized herself on him, like an imprint she hadn’t intended to make. When he looked into her eyes again, she grinned, exchanging soul for sarcasm.

“Well, well. Vanilla Ice ain’t so vanilla after all.”

He smiled, cupping her cheek in his palm and leaning in for another kiss. Seeming to become aware of her clothing in disarray, he pulled her bra up gently over her breasts after giving them a farewell suck and smoothed down her tank top. He reached behind her to retrieve and wet some paper towels and cleaned up the cum running down her leg.

Well, that was new. And she didn’t know how to feel about it now that the frenzy had dissipated. She let him finish wiping her off, and then he cleaned himself.

“There. All good. Wish we could stay in here for another round, but…maybe later.”

His gaze wouldn’t be avoided this time. She looked into those blue infinity pools and kissed him quickly.

Nico held the vibrator to his nose, taking a good, long inhalation of her scent. She could have come again from watching him put the tip in his mouth and take a taste of her. He closed his eyes, apparently savoring it, and when he opened them again, they burned her from head to toe without touching her.

“I’m keeping this,” Nico told her.

Pocketing the lipstick, he left.

ABOUT THAT THING ON THE PLANE…

NICO

That’swhat it felt like to come inside a goddess.

This was what obsession felt like.

It was hours later, and Nico was still in a daze, unable to think about anything else but their mind-blowing sex while he watched Dani sleep as the plane banked against the rising sun. There were statues of gods and goddesses everywhere one looked in Italy, but he was pretty sure none of them could match the beauty of Daniela Grace.

No woman had ever caused this bewildering tenderness he felt while stroking the soft skin of her hand. This wasn’t all about sex for him. That should have been a problem, considering she’d sworn off men, but it didn’t feel like one. In fact, he felt fucking awesome about it.

Had their first time together been perfect? Tasting her, sliding into her bare, and feeling the silkiness of her pussy had been wildly glorious. But he hadn’t been able to look into those beautiful eyes during her moment of release or when he poured himself inside her. Although she’d allowed so much else, so much that had left him breathless and totally undone, she hadn’t allowed that intimacy. That bothered him.

Stop being greedy.

He was fucking ecstatic that it had happened at all. Despite her claim to be sexually empowered and adventurous, after a year of not being with a man, maybe the whole experience had been as overwhelming for her as it was for him. He hoped that she would open up to him the next time, because there was no way they were one and done after something that amazing.

“Good morning, passengers. This is your captain speaking. We’ll be touching down in Rome in about another twenty minutes. Local time in Rome is six forty-five in the morning, and the weather is a beautiful twenty-six degrees,” the captain announced. “If you look out the window to your left, you’ll see some gorgeous countryside, and to your right, a beautiful sunrise.”

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