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Grinning, I opened my door. His arms were around my waist as we walked inside together with his hips pressed up against my back. I could feel his manhood through his pants, pushing against the small of my back as his breath came down against my ear. His soft kiss touched my neck, and I moaned, moving to unbutton my top. Breathing heavily in desperation for him, I kicked off my shoes, and he whipped me around to face him.
Panting, I watched him as he removed his jacket in a rush and took his time to undo the buttons of his shirt. At the sight of his naked chest peeking out, it was as if it was my first time seeing the naked chest of a drop-dead gorgeous man. Remembering that his chest was the first I’d seen ever in my life made me even more wild for him at this moment. I couldn’t wait for him to finish unbuttoning his shirt before pressing my palm into the warmth of his skin, running my hand over his pecs. He bit his lip and smiled at me. It was so sexy, I wet my panties.
Backing him up toward my golden couch bed, I walked into him so that he would fall into it. He groaned and watched me. Hiking up my skirt and climbing over him, I pressed my lips against the exposed parts of his chest. Taking over for a moment, I undid the rest of his buttons for him until the entire landscape was opened up to the exploration of my mouth. He tossed his head back and grunted before taking back control.
Pulling me up so that my lips and his were aligned, he kissed me before moving his coarse mustache and beard against my tender neck. Biting my lip, I shivered as he licked up the length of my larynx before pressing a sensual, damp, warm kiss against my lips as he undid the hook of my bra. My hips were going so wild for him, I almost wanted to skip the foreplay and get right to the penetration. But his mouth was oh, so, good.
He dipped lower in the chair, trailing his kisses downward until I could feel his breath against my nipple. Sighing and panting, I threw my hand in his hair, and he devoured me in an instant. Fuck, it felt so good, I was writhing against his lap as he tugged at my left nipple until it was hard and thrilling. Mm, desire flowed down my spine like a waterfall as he moved on to the other one, licking the softness of my breast first before pulling my right nipple into his mouth.
Fuck, I was so slick between my legs, my vaginal lips moved against one another as if they were also making out, mimicking his mouth against me. Damn, I wanted to ride him so bad. Feeling his weight on top of me was also very high on my list of demands. Any way he could be inside me was acceptable to me. It didn’t matter if I was on top, or he was. Or if he was lying next to me and fucking me from the side while I listened to his grunts and groans. He just needed to be inside me, now.
Jumping off him and smiling as he looked up at me in hunger and confusion, I wiggled out of my skirt and panties. His eyes went dark, and I hurried into the room so we could be comfortable. After all, we had the whole bed to ourselves for the first time in a while.
The light was off, and my blackout curtain was drawn, so there was only a tiny glow slipping through the cracks of the window where the curtain didn’t completely cover. But it was okay; we didn’t need to see each other. Our only goal at this time was to feel every bit of each other and savor every sensation. Besides, doing it in the dark made me feel a little naughty. We could do anything, and it would be our secret.
Hearing his belt buckle come undone awakened something wicked inside me. My breath came out in patches in anticipation for him, and I touched myself, cupped my breasts, and stroked my clit. Pulling an unexpected moan from myself, I heard him gasp in return. His pants hit my carpet with a soft thud and soon, the bed was sinking from his weight. Mm, I craved pressing the pads of my fingers in his warm, soft skin and wrapping my arms around his muscles as he moved over me. Finally, he fed my desires, giving me the warmth of his body, of his breath, of his cock against my leg. The scent of his cologne being buried into my skin.
Damn. Moaning as his delicious weight pressed into me and his coarse hairs tickled my skin, I decided to take the time to just touch him for a bit. Run my hand across his back, rake my fingers through his hair, press my nose into his neck, trail a finger down his spine, and caress his ass so I could treasure him and this moment as I held him in my arms. He did the same. One arm supported his weight, but his other hand explored my body as if he were rediscovering it for the first time. He groaned whenever his hand found my breasts, my hip, my thighs, and my clit. Oh, so close. I thought he was going to jerk my clit into oblivion, but he just touched me there as gently as he touched the rest of my body.
“Hey,” he whispered in the dark, and I jumped, not expecting his lips to be so close to my ear.
My heart kicked up a delicious rhythm at the sound of his voice and how his breath moved against the peach fuzz around my outer ear.
“Hey,” I whispered back, and his hardness stiffened even more against me. He groaned in response, meeting my lips with his. It was like striking a match. My entire body was on fire, and any thought that was in my head at that very moment was wiped clean. Once he found my lips, everything else lined up perfectly despite the darkness.
“Ready?” he spoke softly, and his breath tickled my brows. He was settled between my thighs and was pressing against my center but wouldn’t slip it in until he knew I wanted him.
“Yes,” I responded. “I’m so fucking horny for you, Mario,” I said, making him know just how much my desire for him roared.
With one push, he was in, grunting and moving against my soft flesh, and I was gasping and moaning aloud. Just that one push alone had my eyes rolling over into my head. Everything felt super sensitive with the lights off. He seemed to think so too because he moaned, kissing my forehead and lifting one of my legs, so that he could push even deeper.
“Yes,” I cried as the blessing he held between his legs moved against my wet walls so softly, it felt like I was teetering on the edge of an orgasm that kept teasing me.
“Fuck me, yes,” I whined, cupping the back of his head as he brought his lips down to mine again. This time, his lips were pressed so hard against mine, I had to grab onto him tighter to cope with the racing, competing tingles within every single inch of my body.
All I could do was sob, whine, squeal, and cry in pleasure with each of his thrusts until he was swearing beneath his breath, turning me into water. I spread my legs even wider so that he could go deeper and take me as if all that I was, was made for him.
The deeper he got, the more tender he stroked me until I spasmed against him. My body was out of control as I clenched around him. One of my eyes was flittering like a fucking bird from my release, while the other eye was wide open. I could feel my face twist while trying to catch my breath from the explosion that just erupted inside my body, and it made me thankful that the room was dark so he wouldn’t be scared by my face.
It must have been the win and the relief that almost everything that had been worrying me since my parents made that statement was all over. Almost everything because well, I still didn’t have a job. But I was celebrating my wins. It must have been that coupled with the fact I found Mario here after thinking I’d lost him and Jared again when we fought so damn hard for us. Maybe it was the fact they’d shown up for me when Anthony didn’t and knowing that after this, I’d be meeting Jared for a romantic dinner. It might have been all of it that made this orgasm feel so damn freeing and fucking important. It had me leaning into the pleasure and letting it all go, leaving it all on this bed.
Rolling him over onto his back once I stopped having an orgasmic stroke against his chest, I straddled him and took him inside me once more. His shaky groan harmonized with my moan, and I took us both on a victory ride.
“Tiffany, baby, fuck,” he grunted as I ground my hips against him, trying to feel all of his length and thickness in my belly. “Tiffany, fuck, I… oh shit,” he said, reaching around to grab my hips to hold me steady so he could pound me hard for a solid minute, leaving me gasping and crying for more when he slowed his pace.
He held me in place for a moment, and none of our hips were moving. Still buried inside me, he rose upward to kiss my lips tenderly, moving on to my neck which he licked and kissed simultaneously. Breathing hard, I swallowed and closed my eyes, biting my lip and whimpering. He wrapped his arms around my back and held me close against his body.
“There’s something I need to say,” he said against my neck. “I know it’s probably weird that we’ve paused in the middle of this but just… I have to get this off my chest,” he sighed.
With him buried inside me, unmoving like this, it felt like we were one body. One heart beating. “What is it, baby?” I asked, hugging his head close to my chest while I massaged his scalp with my fingers.
“Fuck,” he moaned into my neck, and my body shook. “You know your touch, your face, your sex… it all sets me on fire, right?” he said, and I grinned, tilting his head back so we could kiss. When our lips met, my body remembered his strokes and needed to feel them. Pressing my hips deeper into him, I tugged on his hair as desire rippled through my veins. He groaned but broke the kiss.
“Wait, wait,” he whispered. “I promise I’ll fuck you until you’re screaming my name in a minute but right now, I need to say this. My chest feels like it’s about to explode. And when I say it, I don’t want you to feel like you have to say it back. Only say it if you mean it. If you don’t, that’s fine. It won’t change anything. You don’t have to say anything at all,” he said.
My heart pounded hard against my body, pulsing up to my throat as if it were on its way out of my mouth. I felt it coming. Enough romantic movies had taught me what came next after a person said, ‘You don’t have to say it back.’ Swallowing, I froze and for a moment, it felt like my heart stopped beating.
“I love you, Tiffany,” he whispered as if he hoped the dark would take the words away, like they were never spoken.
