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But my favorite might be the slightly choked, breathless sound she makes when my tongue first touches her pussy. Which is the exact sound I drown in now as my tongue curls around her swollen clit.

“Dame…” she murmurs.

Her legs spread a little wider to accommodate my broad shoulders. Her back arches as a low moan builds in her throat. Her hands slide over my hair, pulling me against her center as I snake my tongue into her wet pussy.

Then I start to devour her.

My groans tease her nerve endings as I thrust my tongue in and out. Her whines and moans and whimpers when I wrap my lips around her are heaven to my ears as I suck on her throbbing nub.

I sink a thick finger into her molten core, stroking it against her front wall as her hips lift to chase it, a ragged gasp spilling from her lips and into the dark.

A second finger joins the first. I feel her clenching and squeezing around them as another low, throaty moan rips from her throat. I work them deeper, stretching her open.

We've done this more times than I can count by now. Still, every single time, there's a moment where I'm reminded just how much bigger than her I am.

How small she is. How tight her pretty pussy is around my thick cock. She gets so wet for me she leaves puddles on the sheets and I still have to go slow, easing the swollen head of my cock into her an inch at a time, gritting my teeth while she stretches around me, her nails raking over my shoulders and a broken little whimper catching in her throat.

Bella’s smooth thighs wrap around my head as her back bows, her moans hanging in the air like whispered prayers. I growl into her pussy, burying my tongue in her and devouring what has very quickly become my favorite fucking meal in the whole world.

Her legs quiver. Her moans get louder and more ragged as her breath catches in her throat. Her nails rake over my scalp and the back of my neck as she rolls her hips frantically against my tongue.

But I'm not done with her. Not even close.

I slowly drag my tongue lower, deliberately savoring every inch of her pussy before slipping my tongue across her perineum. Bella freezes for half a beat, her thighs clenching tight. Then I lick a long, slow stroke across her asshole, and she fucking squeals. Her entire body jolts like I've just touched a live wire to her skin.

"Damiano—!”

I don't answer, just do it again. And again. I grip her thighs and shove them all the way apart, holding her open while I swirl my tongue around her tight little asshole. I lick her like I’m fucking starving, using both slow circles and greedy flicks of my tongue until she's squirming against my mouth, as if she’s unsure if she’s trying to get away or grinding back desperately for more.

Her moans turn ragged and needy and completely fucking shameless as she subtly starts to push her ass against my tongue, needing fucking more.

Fuck, I love her like this.

I slide two fingers back into her pussy, curling them deep and stroking against her g-spot. Bella shudders, my name falling from her lips as she quivers under my touch. I slide a finger from my other hand into my mouth, wetting it with my tongue before pressing the tip of against her asshole.

"Oh my fucking God,” she chokes with an almost reverent gasp as I tease her ass with my finger, feeling her tense and then melt for me as I slowly push it inside. Her heels dig into my back. "Oh my God, oh my God⁠—"

She's so fucking full, stretched tight with my fingers in both of her greedy little holes. She’s trembling and quivering, moaning a guttural sound as I tease my tongue around the ring of her ass as it clenches around my finger, until she's shaking apart beneath me.

It’s only when she's right on the bleeding edge of her sanity, her eyes wild as she looks up at the shattering cosmic rocks against the starry night sky and her moans dissolving into desperate, wordless pleading, that I move back up.

I seal my lips around her swollen clit and suck. Hard.

Bella fucking screams.

I pump my fingers in and out of both her tight holes, matching the rhythm of my tongue mercilessly batting at her swollen clit. Bella cries out, shaking and thrashing under my touch, her hips bucking against my face. Her fingers twist my hair hard enough to sting. Her thighs clamp around my head as her back arches off the blanket and her eyes go wide.

“Dame!”

When she comes it's violent and unhinged, a beautiful, chaotic wreck of gasped cries, spasming muscles clenching rhythmically around my fingers, and my name erupting from her throat like it's the only word she has left.

I pause just long enough to shove down my jeans and briefs, kicking them away into the dark with my shirt following right after. Then I crawl up her body, dragging my mouth over her the crease of hip, her thigh, the strip of bare skin beneath the hem of her hoodie, until I'm braced over her and she's looking up at me with glassy, staring, fuck-me eyes.

I kiss her like it’s a punishment, bruising her mouth with mine, tasting the sweetness of her lips and drowning in the eagerness that hums in her throat.

She moans and grabs the back of my neck to pull me closer. Our tongues tangle together, messy and desperate, her hips lifting off the blanket to grind against me.

My hand finds the zipper of her hoodie with the retro planet on the front and the words NASA: probing Uranus since 1958 underneath it.