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“Mmm... I... I know... I..I love you too.”
“God, you feel good. The best pussy.”
I tightened around him at that, my body trembling from the way he filled me so completely. My nails dug lightly into his shoulders, and he kissed me for real with tongue and lots of desperation. We were damn near in each other’s skin. Me clinging to him like I was afraid of him disappearing, and him moving inside me like he needed the reminder that I was still here, and safe.
This wasn’t about fucking, or claiming my body. It was about our truth. The truth that he’d almost lost everything. The truth that I was safe now. And the truth that our love could survive anything.
When my pussy clenched around his dick, and he groaned my name against my neck, I knew we were both close.
“Let go, for me Amore” He coaxed. “Let me have all of your sweetness. Don’t hold back.”
And I didn’t.
Wave after wave my orgasm crashed over me, my hips shuddering, eyes rolling back, and my sticky goodness coating every inch of him.
“That’s it,” he rasped, his voice thick.
He rocked into me deeper… slower…and matching the rhythm of my spasms.
When my face fell into his chest because I was trying to hide my pleasure, he said, “Nah, let me see you.” One hand cupped the back of my head forcing my eyes to meet his. “I always want to see you. You can’t hide from me.”
Soft lips met mine before he pulled back and watched me come completely undone. My body jerked frantically and felt like I was exploding from the inside out. A burst of liquid gushed from my center, coating his erection. He only seemed to grow harder with my explosion, and ragged uneven breaths. His kisses turned possessive and all consuming as his very own orgasm ripped through him. With one deep thrust he emptied every bit of his cum inside of me.
We were still for a long moment, our breathing still heavy. I was still holding on and he was still buried inside of me. Neither of us particularly in a rush to separate.
“So… you still want some pasta for dinner?” I teased breathlessly.
“Nah, I rather have you.” He pulled me closer, his lips finding my forehead, then my lips. “Always just you.”
twenty-eight
Teo
Iloved seeing her like this... carefree and just enjoying life.
Her hands moved animatedly as she tried to talk to an older woman with kind eyes and silver hair pulled back in a neat bun. She was a vendor at the local market selling custom-made linen. Even though the language barrier prevented them from exchanging words smoothly, the vendor was just as captivated by Yanna as I was.
“Uhhh... lino? No... umm... ilblu? Light blue... soft for bed, yes?”Yanna heldup her fingers, trying to show the texture she wanted, her face scrunched in concentration.
The vendor laughed warmly and corrected her gently. “Linoazzurro,bella. Comequesto.” She held up a piece of soft blue linen, running Ayanna’s fingers across the fabric.
“Si! Linoazzurro!” Ayanna repeated, grinning like she’d just mastered the language.
Her accent was nowhere close to being good, but she was trying, and was also cute while doing it. I couldn’t wait to helpher with the language, because one day when I told her how much I loved her or whispered something reckless in her ear, the blush that flooded her cheeks would come from her actually understanding every word.
The older woman clearly thought she was adorable too, since she patted Yanna’s hand and smiled kindly, continuing their little back and forth. This allowed me time to focus back on the man selling flowers right in front of me.
“Lepeonie,” I told the merchant, pointing to a small bunch of soft pink petals that reminded me of her wedding bouquet. He nodded, carefully wrapping them in brown paper with a twine bow. After paying, I walked back to Yanna, holding the flowers out without a word.
She looked up, her eyes lighting up the moment they landed on what was in my hand. “Peonies?” she gushed, setting down the fabric and taking the flowers from my hand. She buried her nose in the soft petals, inhaling deeply with a blissful smile. “They smell amazing.”
“Not half as amazing as you,” I grinned, watching the way her eyes sparkled behind her bright white frames when she smiled back at me.
She looked so damn happy standing there with those flowers, and all of her trinkets we’d picked up at the market this evening. It was a stark difference from how she had been just two weeks ago when we arrived. Now that our time in Italy was winding down, I wanted her to feel as much at ease as possible, soaking in every moment of our time together.
This trip was about more than just seeing the sights; it was about healing, and peace. My world was chaotic, and she had been tossed into the middle of it all without warning. And then it all went to shit. Though our union was necessary, I never wanted her stressed. And getting hurt was never an option. Yet, it happened.
She needed this escape, and so did I.
