“Loooo,” she moans out. “You feel so amazing. Fuck, I feel so full.”
I lean in and kiss her neck, then her ear, before kissing her lips.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes. Move, Lo. I need movement.”
I push into her. She moans with each drive, which spurs me on. Within minutes, we have a rhythm going. I rock into her harder, and she responds by digging her nails into my back.
“I’m close, Lo. So close.”
At her words, I piston faster. I reach down between us and rub her clit as I feel a tingling in my spine, letting me know I, too, am close. She clenches around me as she calls out her pleasure. It sounds something like my name mixed with an oh god and some gibberish. I slow my pace but keep thrusting as she comes down.
“Keep going, Lo. I want to feel you come.”
“I’m not wearing a condom, baby. I need to pull out.”
She nods before leaning up and kissing and biting my neck. I move faster as she continues her assault on my neck. Within minutes, I attempt to pull out, ready to spill my cum all over her, but she clenches me between her legs, holding me within her. Her pussy tightening against me sends me over the edge. I feel myself jerk inside her as I fill her. She moans long and loud before finally letting her legs relax.
I lean down and kiss her. “Why did you do that?” I look into her eyes.
“Are you mad?”
I chuckle. “Of course not. I wasn’t wearing protection though.”
“I know. I just wanted to feel you. All of you. Inside me.”
I lean in and nuzzle her neck before rolling over and tucking her into my arms. I claimed her. By spilling my seed inside her, I claimed her as mine.
She’s mine.
The amount of pride filling me surprises me.
“I love you,mio piccolo angelo. More than anything.”
“I love you too, Lo.”
∞∞∞
“Tell me something.”
I smile as Mia continues to draw circles on my chest. We spent most of the night learning each other’s bodies. I thought she wanted to sleep, but instead she cuddled up next to me, completely content.
“You need sleep,mio piccolo angelo.”
“I can survive on less. Come on. Tell me something. You’re always so secretive.”
I know she’s teasing, but she isn’t wrong. I don’t open up to people. Very few people know about my past. The people who do? Well, they were there for it.
“What do you want to know?” I take a deep breath, anticipating something deep.
“What’s your favorite color?”
I let out the breath I was holding on a laugh. “I would have said black,butI’m quite partial to this purple in your hair. Makes you look badass.”
“Hey!” She swats my chest. “I’ve always been badass; you just didn’t know it.”
I chuckle as I grab her hand. “Yes, you were. You just didn’t look the part. Now your outside matches the badassness that’s inside you, babe.”
