He needs me to stay right fucking here.
A breath
Then again.
Then the next?—
hot, broken?—
lands right on my clit.
The pleasure sneaks up my spine,
trying to kill me gently.
His face is pressed into my pussy,
his mouth going slack as he comes,
his whole body collapsing into me,
giving me everything,
forgetting to keep anything for himself.
Then his forehead dips lower,
sliding down
until it rests at the crease of my thigh.
A breath rips out of him.
“Dio mio…
“Che cazzo c’ho che non va…”
The words drag down my skin,
too heavy to carry.
“I’m fuckin’ losin’ it?—”
He sits back on his heel,
drops his head into his hand,
trying to catch up to his body,
his orgasm.
“Fuck—I’m sorry?—”
God. He means it.
It wasn’t release—it was rupture.
He didn’t only come—he came undone.
