I kiss her on all my favorite places, the places I didn’t get a chance to savor last night. That spot beside her mouth, the tip of her nose, her cheek. I love the feel of her eye lashes as they brush against my skin, leaving kisses of their own.
My lips trail to the spot behind her ear, my teeth nipping at the velvet of her ear lobe until she’s groaning loudly, her nails digging into my ass, a sharp mix of pleasure and pain. I leave deep licking kisses along her neck, trying to temper my hunger, which is growing with each passing second.
“I’ve missed this,” she says, as if this was something we used to do all the time. I suppose that one night together before she left was a microcosm of eternity.
And I’m smiling against her neck, feeling warmth flood through me, wrap around my heart, giving it a squeeze. This is too good. Too good. It’s so unbelievably different now, my body and my soul both giving themselves to her.
I pull back to glance at her face and she’s watching me with the same kind of wonder, awe, like she feels this is different too. That this is the culmination of us, not just two bodies screwing, but two bodies connecting, slipping inside each other’s skin until we’re one.
I am you and you are me.
Her blue eyes light up as if she can hear me.
I know she feels me.
I slowly move back on the bed, being indulgent with my time, kissing and touching as I make my way over her body. I feel like I’m seeing it for the first time, the constellation of freckles on her chest, the tiny birthmark on her breast, the way her nipples are the perfect pink, tight and hard against her skin. I map her body in my mind, reading the blueprint with my tongue, my fingers tracing shapes.
Her breathing gets quicker, I watch as her full breasts rise and fall, feel her stomach beneath my hand as I continue my journey down. I dip my head, my face between her legs, and slowly lick up her inner thighs, teasing as I head to where she’s wet and glistening.
“Luciano,” she says, impatient, her voice hoarse and pleading, like I’m withholding oxygen from her. “Please.”
I shouldn’t love to torture her like this.
I should put her out of her misery.
I bring my mouth to her, sucking her in my mouth like a gumdrop.
She cries out sharply, her hands going to my hair, tugging and pulling.
I don’t stop. My tongue flicks against her clit until she is breathless and wild and unhinged. I can feel her starting to come, feel her descent, the rise of her hips against my face, the heat on my tongue.
I decide to make things more interesting.
I bring my wet fingers down and slide them along the crease of her ass, testing her.
“Fuck,” she moans. “Yes. I want that.”
I push my finger inside her ass and she immediately clenches around me, tight as anything.
Jesus Cristo.
I continue to fuck her with my finger while licking and sucking at her clit until her nails stab into my head as she grips me.
“I’m coming!”
She doesn’t have to tell me that, but fuck does it get me off just hearing it.
“Oh god, Luciano.”
Don’t mind hearing that either.
I grin against her as she continues to come in my mouth, her convulsions squeezing the life out of my finger.
She shakes, limbs twitching, thighs around my head and then she goes limp like I’ve just sucked the life out of her.
“Oh god, oh god,” she mutters to herself, her eyes closed, head lolling from side to side.
I waste no time. I’m surprised I didn’t come when she did.
I move up between her legs. My hands tighten on her knees and I spread her thighs wide. I slide inside her, pushing in, deep, deep, deeper, until we’re rocking together in an easy rhythm.
We fit. Just perfectly.
Something drops in my chest.
That realization of how good this is, how good we are together.
That realization of how different it is this time.
Not because we’ve changed.
But because I’m in fucking love with her.
Everything seems to still inside me, my brain trying to make sense of what my heart was trying to say all this time.
I love her.
I’m in love with her body, her mind, her heart, and her soul.
And she owns every single piece of me.
I knew I was screwed.
I keep my hips pumping, moving in silent wonder at what just happened, then I start to pick up the pace as my needs converge, clawing through my chest. I stare down at where my cock disappears into her, fascinated, watching it glisten with her desire, then glance up at her breasts as they jostle with each thrust, her open mouth making greedy little sounds.
Her.
It’s her.
I’m in her, knowing her from the inside.
Give me your heart, Ruby. Give me your heart, because you already have mine.
She moans and squeezes her thighs together, growing tight as a fist around my dick.
My skin feels too tight, too hot, like I can’t get enough of her that it hurts. There’s so much pleasure that it feels like pain.
“Don’t stop,” she says between breaths. “Don’t stop.”
I’ll never stop. I’ll take her as far as she wants me to.
“Yes.” She gasps, and I know I have her on the verge again.
Yes.
Yes.
Please.
I touch her, a slick hard pass of my fingers. She sucks in a breath, holding it in her chest, and then she’s crying out, nails scratching up my back. She comes so hard she’s jerking off the bed, practically levitating, and I let myself go. A million explosions go off inside me, pulsing down my spine, shattering me into pieces.
Fuck.
I let out a hoarse yelp as my orgasm tears through my chest, my arms shuddering
