Page 49 of Spark

She sighed; her mind was made up. Before she could think twice, she hit send.

Mia:Come here. Third floor. Second loft. Don't bring the yellow beast.

Aurelio:Already here.

Mia smiled; her eyes were tearing up as she looked out of her window to the alley. There he was, arms full of flowers, searching the windows for her. His face lit up when he saw her and pulled open the door to the building. She raced to her door, clicked thelock open, and threw the door to the side. Aurelio ran up the stairs three at a time and lifted her in his arms as their lips met. A sense of need seeped between both of them. She wrapped her legs around his hips, so he could hold her up as he walked them back to the apartment. He placed her on the floor and handed her the flowers, his wide grin flashing perfect teeth. Mia felt herself smile in response, her heart fluttering with emotion. She set the white and red roses bundled up with a red ribbon on the counter, her gaze never breaking contact with his.

“Aurelio,” she breathed his name, letting the air around them fill with the desire they were feeling. “I want you.” As she said the words, his hands lifted her into the air to carry her to the bed. She was lost in him as his hands roamed her body. His lips crashed to hers; it was intoxicating. Suddenly, the bed was underneath her, and he broke the kiss as he laid her down. Her legs dangled off the end, Aurelio between them. Her eyes drank in the man before her. He was in black, ripped, and frayed jeans, a white button-up shirt, and a vest.

Propped on her elbows, legs cradling his, Mia watched as Aurelio slowly removed the vest and undid each button; each one added to the desire rising in her. He pulled the shirt open, revealing his heavily tattooed chest. She had a peek at them over the last couple of days, but this was the first time she was able to see them fully. She lifted herself, eagerly letting her hands trace the patterns across his skin. Aurelio did not move. She swore he didn't even breathe as she touched the interlocking works of art that told a story. Here it was in all its glory across his tan skin, the truths of Aurelio; the black and white art laid the man bare for her to explore and understand. Her fingers traced a long line down his torso; it connected to another tattoo leading below his waistband. His face was dark with lust, want, and need. Without a word, she began to unbuckle his pants, letting them fall aroundhis ankles. His tight black boxer shorts barely contained his erection.

Mia pushed his chest lightly, and Aurelio stepped back out of his pants. She sank to the floor on her knees, tracing the swirling lines on his thighs that disappeared into his boxers. She looked up at him, knowing exactly what he wanted, what he was dying for her to do. Keeping her eyes on his, she pulled the waistband of his boxers, letting the fabric fold as she pushed it down over his ass and hips. She let out a little gasp as she came face to face with his freed, thick, throbbing cock. It begged to be touched, licked, and sucked.

“Mia.” Aurelio's deep, rumbling voice was heavy with lust. She didn't say a word as he waited with bated breath. She grabbed ahold of him and let her hands work along his shaft.

“Fuck,” he breathed out hard. His head rolled back as she worked his cock. She took the moment to let her lips caress the tip. Her hands pulled back his foreskin to reveal the precum she licked. The saltiness sat on her tongue. “Holy fuck.”

He moved to watch as her lips surrounded him, swallowing his throbbing length. He filled her mouth; She could feel the gentle pulse of his erection along her tongue as she moved back and forth, sucking him down. His hand was laid gently on her head, his fingers running through her hair. His cock sat deep in her throat, and she swallowed, letting precum fill her mouth.

“Mia, fuck,” he moaned.

He was close. One hand still worked the shaft while the other played with his balls, giving them a gentle massage. She pulled back, letting her tongue wrap around the tip, licking up the salty cum before taking him deep again. She wanted him to cum, to let her satisfy him. Right as she felt his cock pulse again, he pulled away, lifting her back onto the bed.

“Wait!”

“Mia,” he said, his voice a command that made her freeze. “Lay back.”

She obeyed, her body spreading out on the sheets. His hand moved up her legs to pull her pants and panties down in one motion, leaving her exposed.

“Take off your top,” he ordered, his eyes dark with need. Mia moved quickly, pulling her top and sports bra off, her breasts falling free.

“Fucking perfection,” Aurelio groaned, his voice low. Just the sound of it caused her own need to rise with every passing moment.

Without another word, he climbed above her; his cock resting against her thigh as they kissed. Mia pulled him closer, wanting to feel his skin on hers. Their tongues lashed out to meet each other as Aurelio pushed himself inside. His throbbing erection felt like it was melting into her warmth. Mia moaned as the he filled her; her body ready for release.

His mouth moved along her body as his gentle thrusts pushed her slowly to the edge. He found her breast, taking a nipple in his mouth. Her moans pushed him onward, encouraging his teasing. She bit down on his shoulder, muffling her cries as the sensations grew.

“Scream.” He pulled her focus to him. She did not dare look away from his eyes as his hips moved slowly against her.

“Faster,” she begged.

“Scream my name.” He didn’t move faster; he just grinned as his cock slid in and slowly back out.

“Please.” Hands on his back, she clawed him, eager for the sweet orgasm he teased her with.

“Scream. My. Name.” Each word was slow, careful, and full of dominance. Unable to hold back, Mia did just that.

“Aurelio.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. His face turned darker as he maintained his speed, hitting her G-spot. It was not fast enough to give her what she wanted. She clenched her thighs, letting the walls of her pussy flex around his length.

“Dirty tricks,” he moaned as he rode her slowly, letting himself enjoy every thrust. “Scream.”

Mia couldn't hold back. She screamed; the sound echoed through the whole loft. Aurelio's grin grew, and his speed picked up; his cock hit her G-spot each time, driving her to the edge. She screamed his name, and Aurelio sat up to play with her clit. The first brush made her lose it. The waves of her orgasm overcame her, dragging Aurelio over the edge, too. He moaned her name, fingers still circling her clit. With a final thrust, he stopped deep inside before gently pulling out. He got off the bed and headed to the bathroom. When Mia went to stand as well, he put a hand up to stop her.

“Stay there.” His voice was softer but still commanding.

She nodded and gathered the sheet around herself. After a moment, Aurelio came back with a towel in hand. Pulling the sheet away, he gently cleaned her and planted kisses along her thighs as he went. She sat back, letting him take care of her, enjoying the feel of his hands, the warm water, and the gentle kisses. Her head gently hit the pillow as Aurelio moved up her body; he let the towel fall to the floor, pulling Mia to him. She turned to rest her head against his chest as their legs intertwined.

Laying there, bodies slowly recovering from the shared explosive experience. Mia let her fingers trace his chest tattoos. On his left pec, the tattoo made it look like his skin was ripped open, and in place of his heart was an engine block with valvesand fuel lines shooting off into his skin. On his left arm were ½-inch wide black bands circling his bicep. She counted nine full rings and an unfinished tenth with a gap in the center. Aurelio silently watched her as she explored him.

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