I hit the off button, and the pouring water diminishes, leaving two bodies that need no instruction. I wring her sopping hair without a word, and her fingers dance around my sides to clasp at my lower back, holding me impossibly closer. My cock pulses and throbs between us, but it’s in for a long wait tonight. There’s so much more worshipping to be done.
When her hair is sufficiently dried enough for what I have in mind, I sweep her off her feet and into my arms bridal style. She gasps at the sudden movement and grips tightly onto my neck, but otherwise, she doesn’t question me until I approach the bed.
“What are you doing?” She looks to the bed and back to me with slightly panicked eyes. “We’re soaking wet. It’ll ruin your comforter.”
A husky chuckle escapes before I can stop it. “It’s not a comforter. It’s an eiderdown duvet, but fuck it. I can buy another. Right now, I intend to spread you across that eight-thousand-dollar luxury and lick every tasty drop of water from your delectable fucking skin.”
“Fuck,” she whispers, her breaths heavy.
I prop my knee on the bed and move toward the center, depositing her gently against the pillows. A drop of water rolls down her cheek, and I swipe my tongue across it and continue to her mouth, where she opens eagerly and takes me inside. The dance is deep and erotic and hungry. Too much, not enough, and just fucking right.
I pull away abruptly and hold up a finger. “One second.”
Her skin is pinkened with heat and she squirms, rubbing her thighs together. I quickly turn off all the lights and lighten the window shades. The bright lights of Chicago provide a scenic backdrop and allow in just enough light so I can see her beautiful expression as I pleasure her to the ends of the earth.
By the time I return to the bed, my cock leading the way, she’s already palming her breasts as her hips swivel with need. I move in from the foot, capturing one long leg and burning a trail with my tongue from her ankle to her thigh. With every second that passes, the droplets disappear as I inhale her very essence.
“Dimmi come ti paice,” I murmur against her skin, begging her to tell me how she likes it, but she has no idea what I’m saying, and she doesn’t care. The Italian drives her fucking mad with want, and she writhes beneath my tongue. Her stomach, breasts, neck, and arms all receive the same attention as I worship at the altar of my goddess.
“Sono pronto per te.” I’m ready for you, I mumble between licks and sucks.
Her hand fists my hair, and she pulls me up to face her. “Please. I can’t …”
I move in for a kiss to quell her desperation and break it off abruptly, my tongue trailing downward as I make the journey to her center. The water droplets have all evaporated in the heat, but wetness is everywhere, and I want to inhale every drop.
I mumble random thoughts in Italian between long, slow licks and harsh nibbles. Her thighs have me pinned in place, and this is where I want to die. She tastes like a fresh kill feels, igniting a new kind of adrenaline within me, and I lose it for a second. Riding the wave, I thrust and lick and tug at a frenzied pace until she falls into the abyss around my tongue.
The atmosphere settles around me, and I come back to my senses. With slow, languid licks and nips, I work my way back across the flat panes of her abdomen and up her chest, between her breasts, as she fights to gain control of her breathing. I continue up her neck and to her lips, where I place a soft kiss before bracing myself above her.
“Farò l'amore con te, solare,” I whisper, my lips near her ear, informing her that I’m going to make love to her now.
I fist my cock, propped on one elbow. “Amore lento e dolce.” (Slow, sweet love)
Her wetness coats me and her heat envelops me as I push inside. Her thighs clamp onto my legs and her fingers grip my sides. Her dark eyes are open and on me as I start to move within her at a slow and easy pace. Each action is met with her own reaction, and even as there’s nothing frantic in our movements, the passion builds with each pass. Never in my life has something so basic felt so fucking good.
“Ti amo più della vita,” I grunt out, telling her I love her more than life as the tightening in my stomach begins to build.
“More,” she pants, her eyes falling closed.
“Sei tutto per me,” I mumble, telling her she’s everything to me. “Voglio passare il resto della mia vita sepolto dentro di te.” (I want to spend the rest of my life buried inside you)
Her breathing stutters and low moans escape between barely parted lips. “More.”
“Sei una dea,” I utter between nips to her jaw. (You are a goddess)
“Mi fai sentire complete.” (You make me feel complete)
“La mia vita è tua.” (My life is yours)
Her nails dig into my flesh as her back arches, and my pace quickens. The moans and mewls are steady now, and her legs have locked around me like a fucking vise. She’s only holding on by a single thread, so I place my lips to her ear.
“Vieni per me, solare,” I beg in a harsh whisper, pleading for her to come.
Her walls start quivering and pulsating around me, and she clings to me like a lifeline. My vision goes fuzzy as a rose hue
