Our eyes are glued together. Neither of us looks away.
"I’m sorry," I blurt out, using a word I rarely ever say. But I say it. Me. Because I have changed, no denying it. "It should not have gone the way it did. I should have handled it differently. My words were spoken in anger."
Shock flashes across Eliano’s face, followed by something softer, as he looks deeply moved before glancing aside.
"I didn’t really want you to go," I whisper.
Then he takes that final step and wraps his arms tightly around me.
"Oh, Salt."
Dear Fate, it feels so good, so perfect. I melt into him, clinging to him as a sob tears out of my throat.
"Shh, baby," he whispers, his hands lifting to cup my face. "I've missed you so much," he murmurs.
"I need you, please," I gasp, as my body ignites. My fingers clutch his T-shirt, tugging at it nervously. "Please, I… we…" I start pulling him toward the bed, and Eliano does not resist.
We fall onto it, and after twenty-five days our mouths finally meet. It is wild. Our teeth clack together, we almost bite each other lips, it’s clumsy and desperate.
His fingers tear at my clothes. My T-shirt practically flies off as he yanks it away. His mouth immediately drops to my nipples, but I notice a brief pause before he latches on, like he studies it for a second. I do not know why, but nothing can stop me. My desire to merge with him overwhelms everything.
"Take me. I’m ready for you," I moan as he strips off my leggings.
His hands spread my thighs, and his eyes drop to my entrance. The tip of the dildo peeks out there.
A smirk curls onto Eliano’s lips. "Oh, hello," he says, then pulls it out in one smooth, slick motion. "Why wear it?" he murmurs.
"My little star closed up again because you were not visiting," I mutter. "It needed a prep."
Eliano’s smile darkens, turning wicked.
He leans down and, lifting my hips by sliding his hand under my ass, presses a kiss to my spread folds. His tonguestrokes me gently, teasing and massaging, making my hunger grow. He takes his time there, a long, intentional time, while I thrash against the sheets, tossing my head on the pillow, murmuring pleas for him to finally penetrate me with more than just his tongue.
But I have to wait for it, while his hands roam over my chest, brushing my nipples and catching on my painfully hard cock, standing nearly straight up, lightly throbbing. My nipples are stiff too, sensitive and aching with pleasure. Even the lightest touch makes me whimper and beg more fervently.
"Please, Eliano, do not wait, I’m begging you," I whisper.
Eventually I manage to coax him into pulling himself up and lifting his weight, his body pressing me down, pinning me in place. His mouth finds my marked neck gland, sucking and lightly biting at it.
My fingers slide over his muscular back, then drift lower to his ass, squeezing firmly so there is no doubt about what I want.
"Please, Eliano…"
"No condoms this time," he murmurs. "This ends here."
"Yes, yes…" I am absolutely on board. With his words comes a rush of excitement at the thought that all this confusion is finally about to end. Either it will be confirmed or it will not, but I need to know.
I feel the tip of his cock searching for my entrance, sliding slightly left and right before pressing against my ring, which has gone unused for weeks, no longer accustomed to being stretched.
But the moment he starts to push inside, something flares in me. I feel his body so intensely against mine, cell to cell, energy to energy.
And then I sense it.
An unbelievably strange kind of arousal arises, unlike anything I have ever experienced before, as if a current ofelectricity shoots through me, opening something deep inside and then binding it together. Shocked and feeling it build, I lift my eyes to Eliano.
They lit up with liquid gold. Eliano lets out a low groan, his hips tensing as if he is trying to stop himself from plunging too hard into my long-neglected fuck tunnel, but he cannot. A powerful thrust breaks free, and he drives into me in one motion!
It hits us like a torrent of fire, and the room goes up in flames.
