Page 59 of Blinded By The Sun
King
Iwatch as Ciro walks out of the room after he kisses me like he misses me already. I sit on the floor not understanding what’s going on… My Demetrius, My Ciro went through a lot to get me back to him. I shut my eyes and I think about my love for him. What others will never understand then or now, is that the level of my love for him and devotion will never equate to anyone else’s. It’s all too much. The emotions are making me feel like I have felt nothing before.
To feel everything at once is not something I’ve ever wished for, but it’s like the moment I cried for our baby, everything broke and I can’t put it back together. I pull my knees up and wrap my arms around myself. The door opens and shuts again; I don’t want to look because it’s probably Matteo checking on me because Ciro went out for air.
I feel a presence in front of me and I look up. I’m met with those deep blue eyes that belong to the only man I’ll ever love. “You came back,” I state.
Ciro gives me a small, sad smile. “I will always come back for you, my love. It’s weird, isn’t it?” he asks.
“What is?” I ask.
“That our love seems different. Just a month ago, I wouldn’t have tolerated the crying, but seeing you like this… Baby, I’d be a fucking fool to walk away and let you be sad alone. I can’t be like that anymore, you matter so much to me and the fact that I remembered what I did for you, baby, I’d do it again.”
I sniffle. “You would?”
He smiles. “Fuck yeah, I would.”
I don’t think about it as I jump into his arms. I wrap my arms around him, and I promise myself to never let go. “I love you, Ciro.”
“I love you, sugar. Never think I don’t or think you can’t come to me when you’re feeling all these emotions. I know how you’re feeling. All these emotions, not being able to place them somewhere or get rid of them? That is me all the time, but you have to learn, sugar. Process every one of them, slowly.”
“How, Ciro, how?” I ask him.
“I’ll teach you, but you have to trust me, to be vulnerable with me. I want you to know that you come first; your feelings matter to me and I would never disrespect them.”
“Thank you,” I say as I slip into his lap.
Ciro stands up, and I wrap my legs around him. “You’re like a little spider monkey, you’re always climbing me.”
I keep my arms wrapped around him but move back so I can see his face. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He answers.
I lean in and kiss all over his face. He doesn’t complain at all, instead he laughs. A laughter I’ve never heard before. It was one of those boisterous laughs that makes you join in, but my laughter is stopped short when Ciro leans in and bites my neck. I yelp as we fall back, but I trust Ciro as we hit the bed. “See, I’m trusting you already,” I say to him.
“Aww, baby… Now, tell me if you trust me enough to fuck you into oblivion without ever breaking your heart. I just want to break your body and put it back together, but your heart, I’m mending that shit once and for all. No one will break your heart again, not even me, all right?”
“Yes, Ciro.” I whimper as I feel him lift my dress up. He dips his fingers in my panties. I throw my head back as he plays with my clit. “You’re my sun…” I confess to him.
“And you are my fucking star. You’re the shining star that can never lose its shine because I will never let that happen.” Ciro says to me. “Talk dirty to me, baby.”
“My worship…” I whisper while Ciro pushes my panties to the side and slides in slowly. I shudder, not sure what I can even say. “Burn me as the traveling lamp wouldst. I wanteth to fadeth away along with thee. Maketh me part of thee. I surrender myself to thee. Take me, Ciro,” I say mixing Shakespearean English with modern English so he could understand it.
“Oh, my dear, gorgeous, beautiful, unattainable to everyone else but me, Kingsley Storm. Fuck, how can I even say something sweet when your pussy grasps my dick like this?” I feel his breathing changing and becoming deeper. It’s beautiful the way he fucks me and doesn’t hold back from feeling the passion as much as I’m feeling it.
“I love the way you talk dirty to me, Ciro. You don’t mince your words. I don’t want sweet nothings, I don’t want chocolates or nothing like what I read and see in the films I’ve been watchi—,” my speech is cut off as Ciro builds momentum up. He gets rougher, and he smacks a hand over my mouth as he pulls almost all the way out and slams back in.
I scream into his hand because it feels like he’s breached an unfamiliar part of me. A part I have never in my life ever knew I had. It’s so euphoric that my lashes flutter. I could be in complete bliss right now if he allows it. I scratch as any part of him I can feel as he thrusts in and out. Oh, holy hell! I scratch at his arms, his wrists, his shirt covered back, and his neck. I can’t get a hold of where I want to touch, but I touch everywhere. I need this. I want this. Oh, give it to me, Ciro Sarkozy. Burn me. “Burn me, Cir, burn me…” I say over and over with the rhythm of his fucking and I don’t stop until he does it. Until he gives me a last thrust, the last burn that drives me crazy. I can’t contain my moan as I moan his name. I’m sure he wanted it to be quiet but I’m sure someone heard us, and I couldn’t care less. I come undone. Ciro’s breathing and groaning is in my ear, making me realize it’s my favorite sound. He groans one more time before cuming.
“My sugar…” he says as he slows. “My star.”
If I could use one word to describe Ciro in all of his essence would be… euphoric. Because if the most intense feeling of it is love, then Ciro tops that. He is the definition of Euphoria.
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