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Not when this is her choice to make.

I brush my lips over hers. “You don’t have to say or do anything right now.” My palm slides down her torso, a shiver racing through her body. “Just let me take care of you.”

Our lips connect, molding together in a perfect rhythm. Her taste only leaves me wanting, no, needing more of her. She’s like my personal aphrodisiac that I can never get enough of, no matter how often I quench my thirst. The pads of my fingers glide between her thighs, her legs automatically widening at my touch. Gently, I swipe my fingers through her center.

“Alex…” she moans so beautifully.

I circle the tip of my finger over her entrance, letting the anticipation build between us. Her breaths grow shallow as she lifts her hips, seeking more.

And I refuse to ever make her wait for anything.

I thrust inside her, watching as her lips part, forming a perfect O. My palm presses down on her clit, providing the pressure she needs to see stars as I slide in and out of her in a steady dance.

She’s close to orgasming. I feel it in the way her body tenses, her thighs shaking relentlessly.

“Wait,” she says breathlessly, her grip on me loosening.

My hand stills, my body freezing. “What’s wrong?”

She lifts her hips, repositioning herself so that she’s straddling me. Her eyes lock with mine. “I need you,” she whispers, grasping my shaft between her fingers. I groan as she moves her hands up and down, caressing me with so much care. She positions herself over my tip, and then slowly lowers her body.

My eyes roll back as my cock slides inside her tight pussy, one inch at a time, my fingers curling into her hips.

This… This is heaven.

This is home.

She presses her lips to mine, and I cradle her cheek, devouring her with a feral need. She raises her hips and drops down, finding a pace that pleases her body. Water splashes over the sides onto the tiles around us, but I couldn’t give one flying fuck about the mess she’s making.

I reach a hand between us, finding her swollen clit to give it the attention she needs to feel every bit as good as she’s making me feel.

I pull my lips back, giving her a minute to catch her breath while also allowing my eyes a moment to soak in every inch of her.

Her cheeks are flushed.

Her hair is wild.

Her breasts are bouncing uncontrollably.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I tell her, bringing my lips right back to hers in a searing kiss that hits me all the way to the bottom of my toes, igniting my very soul.

Her movements quicken, her breaths racing, and I feel the tremble rushing through her.

“Come for me, Fiorellina.”

She moans out my name like her favorite song that swirls around my heart as she unravels in my arms. My grip tightens around her as my own release follows, my warmth spilling inside her while I bury my head in the crook of her neck.

Neither of us moves as we catch our breath, clinging to the other. We stay like this for minutes, the water turning cold around us.

She finally pulls back, her hands clinging to my shoulders as she looks at me… And I see it.

The words she’s too scared to say are right there.

Right in front of me.

But I know why she can’t.

Because if she speaks them into the universe…