Page 51 of Ciao, Amore

“What?” he asked. When she wouldn’t answer, he nudged her with his elbow. “What?”

“Honestly, at first I told Jade it was gonna be a ‘hell no.’”

Nico’s laugh was loud. “I could see why. We looked really charming. What made you change your mind about meeting me?”

“I told you. Something about you came across as a good guy. And you are.” Dani looked up at him, turning into him with her fingers pressing into his palm. “I’m sorry about earlier. I don’t want to fight with you, about anything. Truce?”

“A truce sounds good to me.” He kissed her cheek and traced her chin with his thumb. With a grin, he quirked a brow. “So about that baby-mama idea…I could still use one of those.”

“Shut up, Nico,” she said with exasperation. “Dance with me. That is, if you can dance.”

“You saw me dance last night.”

“That was nice, old-people-party dancing. I need to see if you can represent and shake that thang. New Yawk in da house.”

“Yo, yo, New York, New York!” Tino came from behind Nico and practically jumped on his back. The other patrons looked at them with eye rolls, which made them laugh harder.

“Every year, they embarrass me,” Steffi said in Dani’s ear, dancing in her slinky, short red dress. Brizio wisely stayed far from them, drinking a beer and dancing close to an Italian girl he’d found.

As the other couples joined on the dance floor, Nico and Dani stayed closer to the edge, near enough to feel the pulsating beat without being in the middle of the crush. Her eyebrows rose when he wrapped his arms around her waist and moved, showing her he was serious and could dance well enough to keep time. She moved in closer, and her arms snaked around his neck, bringing her body flush against his, her breasts to his hard chest, her soft belly pillowing his growing erection.

When his hands skimmed down to cup her ass in his palms, she didn’t move away; she let him, staring at his mouth as an invitation to a kiss. He groaned, slipping his tongue between her lips, and she didn’t care if he ruined her lipstick as her hips moved with the music. Music that made her hot with its insistent, banging bass. The kind of music that was dangerous, that made her want to do reckless things. Nico made her want to do reckless things.

Vaguely, she was aware that Angelo was saying something to him and laughing, but Nico blocked him out, the way she blocked out everything but the lemon taste of his mouth, his warm, damp skin, and the thickness of the hardening cock between them. She’d only had two drinks by then, but she was drunk on his kisses and released a shaky sigh when he squeezed harder with his strong fingers embedded in her skirt.

He broke the kiss and opened his eyes. Someone had turned on a multicolored strobe light in the corner, and it played red, then blue, a rainbow across the planes of his face. Dani smiled up at him, feeling that this must be another dream. He bent to kiss the pulse fluttering wildly in the hollow of her throat.

Dani became aware that Vanessa and Merelys were pointing at them with shocked, laughing faces. Too many eyes. She wanted to be alone with Nico. They were on the same wavelength; he spun her around to face the beach and walked her off the platform down the short path to a rock wall. Out there, it was darker, but still, he walked her further away, to the right, where they could see the party if they turned their heads but not be seen.

The soft lapping of water was clearer now, but the music still pulsed and thumped madness into them. Nico’s heart thrummed against her back as he ran one hand up to find and flick her nipple. She jumped at that tiny jolt, facing the bay with her face slightly upturned to the vaulted darkness of the sky. It was so open, full of stars, and she gazed at them while his fingers commenced a teasing and gentle twisting, alternating between both nipples while her pussy grew wet. One hand trailed down to her skirt, to her thigh, then upward.

When Dani gripped his wrist, he must have thought she was telling him to stop because he paused, waiting. That wasn’t her intention. She pushed his hand up under the stretchy hem, and he buried his face in her hair and inhaled. Nico slipped his hand into her panties to find her buried treasure that had been aching since the previous morning when he’d tempted it and then left her hurting for him.

Please let him not do that again.

He began strumming her clit with two slow, gentle fingers and found his rhythm. She gasped, swayed on her feet, and leaned back against him, needing to borrow his strength to stay upright.

“Mmm, you’re so wet,” he whispered in her ear. He dipped a finger into her pussy, slippery with her own natural lube. “Feel better like that?” There was less friction when he ran that slick finger up between her lips to circle her bud.

“Yeah,” Dani exhaled, light-headed. “Feels great.”

Her small whimper was whisked away by the breeze coming off the sea as he continued pleasuring the tiny knot, his cock pressed against her ass through the rough denim of his jeans. The granite of the bracing wall beneath her palms was gritty and weathered when she leaned forward. Despite the clothing, it still felt pretty fucking good to feel his shaft cradled between her globes. Nico’s fingers circled slower, and she ground against him, up and down his hardness. A groan slipped from him at the rubbing, his breath coming faster. She wondered if this was how he wanted to come. It’s not what she wanted; she wanted to taste him next time.

All at once, at the thought of him in ecstasy, filling her mouth with his cum, at his fingers on her clit and tightening on her nipple, her orgasm burst. Her hand tightened around his wrist with her breath fast and trembling, and her hips jerked once, twice, then again, until she could finally stop.

“Oh, sweetness. You were such a good girl for me,” he groaned in her ear.

She caught her breath while his hips slowed, but she could feel he was still hard.

“Did that make up for yesterday?” he asked, hugging her to him from behind.

“A bit,” she said shakily, and he laughed low and wicked.

“Good. I felt bad leaving you in that state.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“Okay, maybe not.” He withdrew his hand and straightened her skirt, smoothing it down and giving her ass a few more light slaps and squeezes. “I love this ass.”

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