Page 54 of Ciao, Amore

“Move,” he commanded her.

She laughed. He felt the vibration of that laughter around his cock. She squeezed once and he gasped.

“Move, please,” he tried in a softer tone. “Fuck,please.”

Leaning down until her face was close to his, she whispered, “Ha. Look which one of us begged first.”

Then she moved, and it was fucking fantastic. She commenced a languorous glide up and down, gripping his shoulders for leverage, and he fell back into bliss, more than happy to let her ride him however she pleased. As her pussy grew hotter, wetter, her juices slid down his pole, and she bounced harder. Her face was dreamy in the soft lighting, her mouth parted and her eyes unfocused. Beautiful.

Staring into that loveliness, he began thrusting up into her, wanting to give her his all. Suddenly, she bent her face to his and kissed him. She was ravenous and sucked his tongue into her mouth, mimicking what she was doing to his cock as her pussy suctioned him in deeper.

At this angle, she could grind against him, and she rubbed herself on him to get friction on her needy little clit. She moaned and kept riding him, alternating between a rub and a slide up and down, taking her pleasure from him exactly the way she wanted.

“Your pussy’s so good, Dani…Fuck, so good,” he panted hoarsely. “You love riding this dick, don’t you?”

Her answer was a series of deep moans. If they weren’t out here, too close to potentially listening ears, he thought she might scream. Fuck, he wanted to shout with how fucking good she felt—how every experience with her was ruining him for anybody else.

“Touch me,” she whispered in a hitching breath.

“Thank God,” Nico groaned with a laugh.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her down, tight, and thrust as hard as he could, impaling her on his cock. His hips rose off the lounger as she pounded on him, and when she softly murmured his name, he watched her face twist with a climax that left her gushing on him, rocking back and forth with abandon.

“I’m coming, Nico.”

There was no holding back for him when her walls throbbed rhythmically around him, drawing him in for a final squeeze. The tightening in his balls, in his entire body, burst outward into an explosion that decimated him. There didn’t seem to be an end to the amount of cum that shot into her; he clamped her hips with his fingers and strained upward to make sure she took every drop.

“Daniela…” His own voice rasping her name sounded to him like someone else, some other man completely unraveled by her.

Dani finally slowed her rolling, jerking hips, and he pulled her against his heaving chest. Wrapping his arms around her, he burrowed his face into her hair as her breathing slowed. Heartbeats synced. Skin stuck together with sweat while their blended essences rolled out of her and painted his body.

Nico was exhausted by the intensity of their sex and lay there content to hold her for as long as she’d allow. The diamond-studded night sky was a sweet navy blue. Somewhere, the television was still playing, and echoes of canned laughter floated by before disappearing like ghosts.

Errantly, he wondered how many lovers’ trysts had taken place within the walls of this garden over the years, how much seed had been spilled on the ground beneath them. Was it foolish to wish that someday, he could plant seeds in her that would grow and bear fruit, another generation to walk these grounds and cherish the love contained within these walls?

Judging by her earlier reaction to the mention of anything permanent, it was better not to think too far ahead. For now, he would savor this moment, the woman who raised her head from his chest and regarded him with satisfied victory. Nico smoothed the hair from her face and kissed her, still cautious, biding his time until it was right to bring it up again. To ask for the future he knew he wanted with her.

“You made me put in some work, and now I’m hungry,” she declared. “Want to go see what’s in the fridge?”

“Okay.”

He’d been right not to bring up the love-and-babies topic right then. Casual, fun, and easy was on the menu for at least a little while longer.

They cleaned up quickly and put on some sweats to head down to the kitchen. Angelo and Tori had beat them to it and were having cheesecake, indulging in swoony glances and giggling secrets to each other like they were still in high school. They really enjoyed each other. Their happiness touched Nico deeply.

He sneaked a look at Dani, wondering if this would be them in fifteen years’ time. He wanted that. Needed that.

Patience.

“I hope everybody’s getting their rest tonight. We got a big day tomorrow,” Tori said coyly, eyeing them and the way Nico couldn’t seem to keep his hands off Dani’s hips.

Reluctantly, he let go and pointed at the retro-blue refrigerator. “Cheesecake for you?” he suggested, and Dani gave him a thumbs-up.

“You guys have already seen everything. Are you sure you want to see it again on my account?” Dani asked, propping herself on the stool and taking a bite of the dessert Nico plated for her. “Thank you,caro mio.”

“Of course we want to go,” Angelo assured her. “Pompeii and Sorrento are dope. You’ll see.”

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