He slams down harder. Faster.
And all I can do is hold that headboard. My arms are shaking. My whole body burning.
I'm biting back groans, shouts, every second a fight not to lose it completely. He bends down while riding me, and kisses me with the messiest fucking mouth I've ever tasted.
The kiss is sloppy, filthy. Fucking wet.
His lips are hot and swollen. I grab his jaw, holding his face still, trying to get something stable while the rest of him is putting on a fucking show. He moans against my mouth. I moan straight back into his, right as I yank his hair to keep myself from fucking passing out.
"You're perfect," I groan into his mouth.
"You're fucking perfect, Rava."
He brings his hands to either side of my head, grabbing the headboard behind me, and then fucks down harder.
The wood creaks under his grip. I grab onto his forearms. He is so fucking tight, so slick, so deep around me I think I'll lose consciousness. My legs tremble.
My hands slip from his arms, find his waist. I hold him there, drag him down hard, fuck up into him with everything I have. He leans in again, mouth parted like he wants to kiss me again.
But this time, all he manages is a moan, right into my mouth. Just this broken, breathless sound, like even that is too much for him. And fuck, it goes straight to my dick.
I grin against his lips, grabbing his throat with one hand and holding him there. "You're riding me so good you can't even kiss straight," I groan, thrusting up into him hard.
I think I'm gonna lose my shit already, and then his mouth brushes my ear. "I wanna scream your name so loud they hear it across the fucking street, Gio."
I snap. I grab the back of his neck, yank him down into me, bite his fucking lip. I slam my hips up into him, fucking him harder. He gasps, loud.
He moans into my mouth and I don't even let him breathe. He is smiling, barely. He's crazy.
I grip his thighs, push them wider open, my thumbs digging into the soft muscle as he rides me faster. His skin is burning, raw from the friction and perfect.
"You're shaking. You close?"
"I'm barely holding it, Gio."
My hand slips between us. Finds him hard and leaking.
I stroke him in time with the rhythm, just to see him fall apart. He does. He always does for me. I lean up, tonguedragging over the hollow of his throat, tasting sweat and desperation.
He is slamming down harder, again and again, until the whole bed shakes. He clenches around me. His whole body jerks under my hands.
He starts cumming between us.
His moan punches straight into my chest. And then he kisses me. Still moaning against my mouth while he fucking finishes.
And that's it. I cum too.
My whole body arches. I swear my vision goes white. I'm making noises I didn't even know I could make. I can't breathe. My hands grip his waist like he's the only thing anchoring me to the goddamn earth.
I'm cumming so hard it hurts. I feel every pulse. Every twitch. Every second dragging out forever. My fingers dig into his back.
He's still kissing me, swallowing every broken moan, and I swear…I think I'm dying.
No, worse. I'm addicted.
This is it. This is the bar. Nothing's ever gonna come close. Not this tight. Not this hot. Not this fucking perfect. He rides out the last of it with me, rocking his hips while I whimper into his mouth. I fucking whimper.
"Shit—Rava, what the fuck—"
