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“You fill me up so well,” she whispers breathlessly. “I’m all yours, Dario. Use my body as you please.”
That’s all the invitation I need. I move inside her, feeling her warmth and slickness pull me deeper with each thrust. “Vittoria,” I drawl, smacking her butt again. She yelps, giggling and moaning, her softness and fragility making me lose control. I pound into her with such force that she shakes visibly long before she even comes.
When the orgasm hits her, it’s a wave, and she screams out, “I fucking love you, Dario! I love you with every fiber of my being!”
I can’t tell if she means it amidst all that pleasure, so I stay quiet, focusing instead on how slick she’s become. When I smack her butt again, she moans, and that’s when I release, shooting my load into her, groaning at the sweetness that envelops me. I lean down to kiss her shoulders and back as I pull out.
Her hands tremble when I turn her around to face me. I kiss her forehead, nose, and cheeks, and she lets me. “You’re wonderful.”
She reaches for her panties, but I shake my head. “Uh, no. You aren’t getting those back. I want you naked and dripping with my cum so you don't forget how good we feel together.”
“I don’t think I could forget…”
“Yeah?”
She rises on her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around my shoulders, biting down on her bottom lip, and looking at me with such passion and wildness that it momentarily takes my breath away. “I told you I love you, Dario, and you didn’t say a thing. Do you not love me too?”
“What?”
“Just now when I said it, didn’t you hear?”
“I heard.”
“You know, there’s no pressure. I just wanted you to know that I loved you and—”
“Hell, how can I not love you?” I mutter, the words slipping out before I can stop them. But it’s the truth, and I’m tired of pretending I don’t feel it.
“You—God, you take my breath away with a single look. You’ve done that from the moment I saw you. And every time you look at me, you pull me in deeper, like I’m caught insomething I can’t escape. And honestly? I don’t want to. I’m fucking madly in love with you.”
My hands find her, pulling her closer, almost like I can’t get enough of her.
I lean in. “And... your body? Yeah, it feels like heaven and I’ll fuck it everyday for the rest of my life if you’ll let me, but that’s not all. It’s the way you make me see things differently. The way you make me feel like I can be someone, not just a shell of who I was before you came into my life. I never thought I could want someone like this... like I need you.”
Her eyes soften, and I pause, searching for the words. I press my forehead against hers, and I speak from the heart.
“I don’t want it any other way because of everything. Because you see the ugly parts of me, the stuff I’ve buried, and still, you don’t turn away. You stay. You want me, even when I’m at my lowest. That’s the thing. You make me believe I can be better, for you, for us... You make me feel worthy, Vittoria. And I didn’t even know how badly I needed that until you.”
She takes a shaky breath and looks at me like she’s trying to see into my soul.
“I don’t know how I got so damn lucky,” she says softly.
I smile. “You didn’t get lucky. We both just... found each other. And now I’m not letting you go. Not ever.”
She closes the space between us, her lips brushing mine softly, like she’s trying to savor the moment. I kiss her back, tasting the rawness of everything we’re saying without saying another word.
“I love you, Dario. More than I know how to say,” she whispers.
“Good. Because I’m going to love you like this—like this, right here, right now—and every damn day after. Your place is here, with me forever, Vittoria. And I’m yours, for all the rest of it.”
She kisses me again, slow and deep, until I can feel myself hardening against her. She pulls away just enough to glance down at the bulge in my pants, her lips curling into a sly smile.
“I like how responsive you are to me…” she teases, her voice a silky whisper that sends a shiver down my spine.
“Only for you, princess.”
My body betrays me, hardening with every passing second, the primal need to fuck her again growing stronger with each breath.
“Better,” she purrs. “Now, what are you going to do about it?”
