Page 66 of Ciao, Amore

Dani lifted her head to see what he was doing to her and was fascinated by it, at how deliciously fucking dirty it was watching it happen while feeling it. It was almost enough to send her over the edge into another orgasm.

“Just the tip?” She laughed, breath hitching. “That’s so high school, dude. Just do it.”

A bead of sweat rolled down Nico’s face even in the chill of the air conditioning. She wiped it before it could reach his eyes. He was watching her expressions, not the show below. The intensity gathering in him made her stop her teasing once and for all.

Did he want her to beg? Fine.

“Please, Nico. I need you. I need you inside me.”

He paused, to her frustration, panting as he pressed the swollen head only an inch past her opening again. She was drenched.

“Do you want this?” he asked, his voice hushed. The only teasing from him was the blunt, smooth head in his fist, circling her clit and slicking her lower lips with pre-cum, making her moan again.

“Yes.”

“Do you want me?”

“Yes.” In silent demand, she tilted her hips against him. But still, he wouldn’t take what she was offering, making her wait while driving her fucking crazy.

“Do you wantme?” This question was about more than their bodies.

“Yes,” she whispered. “I love you.”

Satisfied with her admission, Nico finally,finally,pushed his cock inside her with one long, deep stroke. And as he sank in deeper, his breath hitched, and a low groan escaped him, her name a prayer or a curse on his lips; it was impossible to tell which.

“I love you, too. Oh God, Daniela.Fuck…”

She shut her eyes, unable to bear the beauty of him; all she wanted was to feel him. He held himself still, so still. When she opened her eyes to look at him, to urge him once again to go on, she fell mute, silenced by what she saw on his face.

Adoration. A hunger that went deeper than the physical. A claim being laid.

She couldn’t handle it. She closed her eyes again and raised her hips to force him to move, to fuck her, not…this. He was about to go deep, too deep, not inside her tunnel but piercing through her heart. Yes, she’d said the words, but if she let him go on…

“No, Dani. Stop shutting me out. Look at me.” He rolled his hips into her once, hard, and she gasped, her legs widening. “Look at me.”

He rasped the words; they were jagged and cut her open. He seeped into her bloodstream.

She opened her eyes, unable to help herself, not able to ignore the ragged need in his voice for her to really see him. Satisfied that she’d finally succumbed, surrendered to him, Nico pounded into her, hard, and the shocks of ecstasy lit her up inside.

Breathless, he smiled down at her. “There you are.”

He kissed her and drove his cock in again, continuing to drive inside her, not stopping while time unraveled. Soft, wet slapping flesh, his deep groans, were sounds she’d never tire of hearing. He pulled up her legs and rested them on his shoulders, bending her in half.

“Fuck me, Nico. Yes, like that…fuck me.” She was closer, nearing that deadly cliff again, almost hurtling off into the depths when the head lightly banged her cervix.

He felt that, and his face tightened, his body tensing as he held himself still again. “You still don’t know what this is? I don’t want to fuck you, not tonight. I want to make love to you,” he panted. Nico pulled her legs back down, kissing her when he could slide deeper again. “I want to be inside you. Forever, Dani.”

When he kissed her again, embedded in her, she felt his thunderous, erratic pulse, his beating heart, his tenderness. This was the passion she’d never known. This was Nico loving her.

A tear rolled down her cheek at the sweet pain of her heart shredding, letting him sink deeper within the tissue, making himself a home inside her as he’d demanded. She couldn’t push him out; it was too late, and the next time he rolled his hips into her, grinding against her clit, stroking, thrusting, she was done.

“Nico!” She called his name like a cry for help. She fell, she crashed and burned.

Nico stared into her eyes the whole time that small miracle was happening, avidly soaking up every expression, every sound she made. She couldn’t stop coming. Her walls flexed around his cock and squeezed him in a tight embrace. His breath hitched, his face creased, and he exploded in rhythmic spasms that thumped inside her pussy like a second heartbeat until he’d poured all of himself inside her. Surrendered to her the way she’d surrendered to him.

“Dani…Dani.” The dark, guttural way he uttered her name as he kissed her, his breath still ragged, could have undone her all over again. “My Daniela.”

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