She shrieked his name, and her hips moved against the sprayer, needing more of the pressure against her nub.
Nico tossed the shower head to the ground and pulled her legs onto his shoulders without warning.
Autumn held onto his head, balancing on him. She cried out as his tongue stroked the place she needed most.
She moaned and held onto his hair, her fingers nearly pulling it out of his head. Nico groaned against her and pulled her tighter against him. His tongue moved lower and thrust up into her pussy.
“Oh God, Nico!”
Her eyes caught his. They looked like flames of sapphires. Autumn let her head hang off her shoulders as he sucked and lapped at her. When she came, he licked at her gently before allowing her to fall in a tangle of legs and arms to the shower floor.
Autumn laid her head on Nico’s chest. His heart, beat like a drum against her ear. When she could finally regain her breathing, she looked at him. A satisfied smile laced his wet lips. “You succeeded in getting me hot, wet, and bothered, Mr. Scala.”
Moving a wet strand of hair behind her ear, Nico kissed her gently. “That was only the appetizer, Miss Taylor.”
Nico finished cleaning Autumn this time in a nonsexual manner.
Afterward, Autumn did the same for him, but he kept her away from his cock. If she touched him, he could come within minutes, and he didn’t want that. He wanted to come inside her.
After drying them off, Nico picked Autumn up again, and laid her on her side.
“Stay just like this,” he kissed her shoulder above her shoulder blade, then moved his lips to the back of her neck. One of his hands drifted down Autumn’s side, then up to her breasts. “Sei mio, amore mio.”
Autumn’s breath hitched as he touched her. She looked over her shoulder at him, “What are you saying?”
Should he tell her? He wanted to tell her how much he had fallen down the fucking rabbit hole with her. The only question was, would she believe him or not? “I’m going to teach you Italian.”
Autumn raised an eyebrow. “Is that really what you said?”
His lips twitched, and he tilted her chin to kiss her lips. “Maybe, but I’ll teach you Italian, starting with your body.”
Nico felt the shiver that moved down her spine. “Tell me.”
His finger feathered over her lips. “Le labbra.” His fingers stroked down her chest and lifted her breasts, squeezing gently, “Il seno.”
“Breasts?”
“Gli seni…Plural.” His thumb and forefinger moved to her nipples. Autumn hissed in a breath when he touched the tip and circled the small orb. “Il cappezzolo.” Nico kissed the crook of her neck, then sucked on the skin. He didn’t care who saw it. He was putting his mark on her.
His fingers moved again and stroked the skin of her lower abdomen, just above the rise of her pussy, “L’ombelico.”
Autumn stilled her breathing became heavier as Nico’s touch moved further, and his hand covered her pussy.
“La figa.” His digits moved to the lips and stroked one side, “Labbra di figa.”
He hitched her leg over his hip, opening her pussy to his fingers.
She was already wet. The words turned her on.
Nico’s lips stretched into a grin and kept that information for later. His thumb circled the hood of her clit and stroked it gently. Looking down, he saw the small nub peeking out slightly, “La clitoride.”
Autumn snorted, “That does not sound sexy in the least. Though the other word sounds like umbilical cord.”
Nico snorted out a laugh of his own. Humor during sex was unknown to him. “They’re not pretty words, but they are what they are.”
Before his fingers made their way back down to her pussy, he opened a bedside drawer, ripped open a condom, and slid it on before his cock rubbed up against her entrance.
Autumn moved against his body, and she opened her leg even further, “Nico...”
