I shift, positioning myself over him, my thighs trembling with need. I guide him to my entrance, the head of his cock brushing against my slick folds, and we both groan at the contact. I sink down slowly, inch by inch, my body stretching to accommodate him, the burn of it sweet and sharp. His hands grip my waist, his fingers digging into my skin as I take him fully, my breath leaving me in a rush.
“Fuck,” he groans, his forehead pressing against mine. “You feel so good.”
I don’t answer. I can’t. I’m too lost in the sensation of him inside me, filling me, stretching me. I start to move, rolling my hips in slow, deep circles, my body finding a rhythm that makes us both gasp. His hands slide up my back, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pulls me into another kiss. Our mouths move together, slow and deep, our bodies rocking in time, the friction building between us with every roll of my hips.
His cock drags against something deep inside me with every movement, sending sparks through my body, my nerves alight with pleasure. I moan into his mouth, my fingers clutching at his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. He groans, his hips lifting to meet mine, his cock sliding deeper inside me.
“Harder,” I whisper against his lips, my body aching for more. “Harder.”
He growls, his hands gripping my hips tighter, his fingers bruising my skin as he lifts me slightly, then slams me back down onto his cock. I cry out, the sound torn from my throat as pleasure arcs through me. He does it again, and again, his hips pistoning upward as I ride him, our bodies slapping together, the sound wet and obscene in the quiet room.
“Yes,” I gasp, my head falling back, my body trembling. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”
He doesn’t. He can’t. His hands grip my ass, his fingers spreading me open as he drives into me, his cock hitting that spot inside me over and over, sending me higher, closer to the edge. I can feel it building, the tension coiling tight in my belly, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Santino's fingers explore my most sensitive areas, his middle finger hovering over my anus before pressing firmly. The touch is deliberate, possessive, and it sends a wave of pleasure-pain through me. I gasp, my body arching into him, the forbidden stimulation blending with the fullness of his cock inside me, creating a symphony of sensations that leave me breathless and yearning for more.
I shatter, my body clenching around him as pleasure crashes over me, wave after wave of it leaving me breathless, trembling. He groans, his hips stuttering as he follows me over, his cock pulsing inside me as he comes, his release hot and thick. I can feel him filling me, marking me, and the thought sends another wave of pleasure through me, my body clenching around him, milking him for every last drop.
I collapse against him, my body boneless, my breath coming in ragged gasps. His arms wrap around me, holding me close, his lips pressing against my temple. “I love you,” he murmurs, his voice rough.
I smile against his skin, my body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. “I love you too.”
We stay like that for a long time, our bodies tangled together, the room warm and quiet around us. The lamp still burns in the corner, casting its golden light over our skin, our breaths slowly evening out, our hearts beating in time. It’s perfect. We’re perfect. And for the first time, I don’t question it. I don’t overthink it. I just let myself be here, in this moment, with him.
Because this—this quiet, this warmth, this love—is real. And I never want to let it go.
The silence between us isn’t empty. It’s thick, alive, filled with the sound of our breathing. Santino’s fingers trace idle patterns on my bare back, his touch light, almost absentminded, but I can feel the possessiveness in it, the way his fingers flex slightly, like he’s memorizing the shape of me all over again.
I shift slightly, my body still sensitive, still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. His cock is still inside me, softening but not yet slipped free, and the sensation of him there, even like this, sends a fresh wave of warmth through me. I press my lips to his collarbone, tasting the salt of his skin, the faint tang of sweat. He hums, the sound vibrating against my mouth, and his hand slides up to cup the back of my head, holding me to him.
“You’re thinking too loudly,” he murmurs, his voice rough, his lips brushing against my temple.
I smile against his skin. “I always think too loudly.”
His chuckle is low, warm. “What’s on your mind?”
I lift my head, meeting his gaze. His eyes are dark, his pupils still slightly blown, his lips swollen from our kisses. He looks thoroughly debauched, thoroughly satisfied, and it sends a fresh wave of heat through me. “I was just thinking about how good you feel,” I admit, my voice soft. “Even like this. Even when you’re not… you know.”
His eyebrows lift, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Not what?”
I roll my hips slightly, and he groans, his cock twitching inside me. “Not hard.”
His hands grip my hips, his fingers digging into my skin. “I can fix that,” he growls, his voice rough.
I laugh, the sound breathy, needy. “Can you?”
His answer is to roll us, pinning me beneath him, his body covering mine, his cock hardening inside me. I gasp, my backarching, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Oh,” I breathe, my body already responding to him, already aching for more.
He smirks, his hips rolling slowly, his cock dragging against that spot inside me that makes my vision blur. “Oh?” he echoes, his voice a dark tease. “Is that all you’ve got for me, amore?”
I moan, my head falling back, my body arching into his. “More,” I gasp. “Give me more.”
He does. He always does.
The second time is slower, deeper, a lazy, languid exploration of each other’s bodies. Santino’s mouth finds mine again, his kisses deep and unhurried, his tongue tangling with mine as his hips roll in slow, deep circles. I wrap my legs around his waist, my heels digging into the small of his back, pulling him closer, deeper. His cock drags against that spot inside me with every movement, sending sparks through my body, my nerves alight with pleasure.
His hands are everywhere—cupping my breasts, teasing my nipples, sliding down to grip my ass, his fingers spreading me open as he drives into me. I can feel every inch of him, every ridge, every vein, and it’s maddening, how good he feels, how perfectly we fit together.
