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“I need to fuck you,” he grits out, thrusting roughly against me and I cry out at the friction.

“Then take me,” I whisper, and it’s both an invitation and a plea.

His fingers trail up my thighs, dragging the fabric of my shorts with them, exposing more of my skin to the cool air.

The sensation sends shivers through me, anticipation pooling low in my belly.

With one swift movement, he tugs the shorts down my hips and tosses it aside, leaving me in just my underwear.

The heat in his gaze intensifies, and I can feel my pulse quicken in response.

His hands slide back down, fingertips grazing my skin, making me shiver.

He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of my panties, pulling them down slowly, agonizingly so, until they join the discarded shorts and tank top.

His eyes never leave mine, the intensity of his gaze making my heart race.

I lift myself slightly, my fingers moving to the waistband of his sweat pants.

I fumble for a moment, my hands trembling with desire and nervousness, before I manage to undo the tie.

With a determined tug, I pull his pants down, feeling the tension in his muscles as he lifts his hips to help.

His boxers follows quickly, revealing his hardened cock, and I can’t help but let out a soft moan at the sight of him.

Pressing myself against him, I can feel the heat of his arousal against me.

I lower myself slowly, exhaling sharply as he fills me, stretching and completing me in a way that makes me gasp.

My hands splay out on his chest for support, fingers digging into his skin as I adjust to the sensation of him inside me.

Nico’s grip on my waist tightens, his fingers digging in almost painfully, grounding me as I start to move.

The desperation in our movements is palpable, each thrust and grind a testament to the need that’s been building between us.

I can feel every inch of him, the way he fills me, the way he moves within me, each motion driving me closer to the edge.

Our breaths are ragged, mingling in the space between us as I ride him, my hips moving in a rhythm that matches the frantic beating of my heart.

His hands roam my body, one sliding up to cup my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple and sending jolts of pleasure through me. I throw my head back and moan loudly.

His other hand remains on my waist, guiding me, urging me to move faster, harder.

The intensity of our connection is almost overwhelming, the kitchen filling with the sounds of our moans and the slapping of our skin.

Every movement, every touch, is filled with a need that borders on frantic.

As we move together, lost in each other, I can feel the world fade away until it’s just us, in this moment, together.

“Nico,” I moan, my voice raw with emotion. “I’m close.” The pressure is starting to mount, the sensation almost too much to bear.

His pace becomes more frantic, his grip on my waist almost painful as he slams me onto him.

The sensation is just too much, and I shatter over him, crying out as the waves of pleasure crash through me.

My body tightens around him, pulling him deeper as I convulse in ecstasy.

Nico’s rhythm falters, his breaths coming in harsh gasps.