Chapter 20
TANIA
Slowly, Carlo removes my shirt and bra, caressing and kissing as much skin as he can before he lets the clothes drop to the floor.
I take my time removing his shirt, letting my nails scrape up his abs and over his shoulders as I pull it over his head.
He cups my breasts, pinching and rolling the nipples between his fingers while he kisses me so deeply.
This does feel different from our previous times.
Before, it was a little more frantic, like we were on borrowed time and needed to work quickly.
Now we’re moving and sighing and casually touching like we have all the time in the world to enjoy every single inch of each other.
His calloused hands light my entire body on fire as he maps it with his nimble fingers.
I feel his muscles contract and ripple under my own wandering hands as I grab his firm ass, run my nails up his muscular back, and squeeze his arms. It’s not too long before we’re both out of all of our clothes, drinking each other in.
He starts to move his way down my body, taking each of my nipples in his mouth, kissing my stomach, nipping at my inner thighs.
His pace is torturous as he finally gets where I want him most, and I’m writhing uncontrollably.
He ignores my obvious impatience and simply nuzzles his nose into my pussy, taking a huge inhale, and lightly lapping up the wetness already gathered there.
“My absolute favorite meal in the world,” he groans before giving a much firmer lick to my clit.
I cry out as he then sucks on the swollen bundle of nerves, wanting to move, but he has his hands firmly clamped on my thighs to press me down and keep my legs open.
After a few more delicious passes with his tongue, he pulls me up and gets on the bed, lying down before pulling me over him.
I whimper at the loss, he’s killing me the way he always jokes that I kill him. It’s my punishment, I suppose.
“Ride my face and take what you need. I want you suffocating me and making me a mess, sweetheart,” he rumbles, his eyes completely black with lust as I look down at him.
He doesn’t have to ask me twice, I love that he’s giving me control.
I bite my lip and move up to straddle his face, grabbing onto the headboard for support.
His hands lightly grip my hips and knead my ass as I lower myself onto him, his tongue spearing me in the most incredible way.
He works me into an inferno of need, heat coiling and building until I can barely stand it.
With one final suck on my clit I go off like a firework, screaming his name.
His hands are running up and down my back in a soothing pattern as I collapse onto him, burying my face into his neck.
He holds me tight, kissing my shoulder and neck before cupping my face and kissing me deeply.
“So fucking beautiful and perfect for me,” he rasps in my ear.
I hum happily, kissing his neck and starting my own journey down his body.
My tongue traces the lines of the tattoos on his pecs, followed by the indentations of his abs, making him shudder.
I kiss his inner thighs, then just give him a light kiss on his tip, licking up the precum I find there.
Finally, I take him fully into my mouth, bobbing down until he hits my throat.
He grunts, his hips lifting slightly as his hands tangle in my hair.
He doesn’t force my head down onto him, but holds me where he wants me, taking what he needs like he just had me do.
His thrusts start to intensify as he fucks my mouth, muttering curses and praise in the same breath. Abruptly, he stops.
“Don’t want to come anywhere but inside you,” he growls, flipping me over so he’s above me.
I love feeling his weight on me, skin to skin, his heat permeating every pore and winding me up.
His hair is gorgeously rumpled, his eyes are wild with lust, and his muscles are taut with restraint.
I run my hands up his chest and lightly tug on his nipple piercing, making him grunt.
“I want that,” I breathe. “I want to feel you come inside me. I have an IUD and I’m in the clear.”
“I’m all clear, too. Shit, mi sueno, you want me to take you bare?” He looks ravenous at the thought.
“Yes, I want to feel all of you,” I groan.
“I’ll always give you everything you want,” he rasps as he positions himself at my entrance. He throws my legs over his shoulders to get a deeper angle before he presses in slowly.
“Oh fuck,” he shouts, gritting his teeth and closing his eyes.
“You feel incredible, sweetheart. So tight and warm.” Meanwhile, I’m babbling mindless sounds as I feel his piercings hit my inner walls in all of the right places, his cock filling me enough to sting before it melts into pure pleasure.
It’s so different and heightened without the barrier, I’ve never done this without a condom before.
I feel each sensation so viscerally, as if we’ve fused together and connected in every conceivable way.
Carlo is looking at me like I’m a goddess, his eyes completely molten as they lock on mine.
He’s holding himself up above me, biceps rippling every time he gives me a slow, delicious roll of his hips.
There’s nothing hurried about this, his strokes are languid, deep, and so sensual.
His forehead comes down to rest on mine.
“I love you,” he whispers. The words gently glide through me, unfurling to surround my heart and make it whole again, putting the final pieces in place that Carlo has slowly been knitting together.
“I love you, too,” I croak around my tightening throat, tears filling my eyes from the overwhelming feelings coursing through me.
He leans down and kisses them away as they fall, whispering sweetly about how well I’m doing, how good this is, how beautiful I am.
I’ve never felt more cherished by someone.
I feel my second orgasm building, my core throbbing as he keeps up his steady pace of slow and deep thrusts.
His strokes hit me in the perfect spot as my legs begin to shake.
I watch him turn to kiss my ankle as he picks up the pace and force just a little as we both chase our release.
My hands skim up his back and through his hair to bring him down to kiss me.
Our tongues match the rhythm of his thrusts, and that dual sensation is enough to start pushing me over the edge.
With one final thrust, I fall over it, my entire body trembling with the most intense orgasm of my life.
I feel his hips stutter, and then he lets out the most guttural groan as I feel warmth fill me.
He keeps working us through it until we both come down, our lips and tongues still fused.
“That is how you make love, mi sueno,” he mutters onto my mouth when we finally break apart to breathe. There’s so much awe in his voice, like his world was unmade and then remade the same way mine was.
“You’ve ruined me,” I tell him plainly.
“Finally, my evil plan of ruining you for other men worked perfectly,” he says with a mock evil laugh, smiling into my neck as he kisses it.
I laughingly swat at him, and he retaliates with a bite to my shoulder.
Then he brings his face back close to mine, one hand on my cheek, searing me with his intense gaze.
“It’s a good thing too, because you’ve had me ruined for other women for quite a long time, sweetheart,” he murmurs. Regret pulls at my heart that we’ve waited so long.
“I don’t know if we would have ended up here if it went any other way. I’m sorry that it’s taken so long for me to come around,” I tell him, stroking his hair.
“I think you’re right that this is how it needed to happen, and it’s been worth every single second of the wait,” he says quietly, kissing my forehead.
We stay locked together in a messy, sticky, tangle of limbs like this for a good few minutes, completely spent, just watching each other and listening to each other breathe.
He idly traces the tattoos I have on my chest and hip.
“I can guess the meaning behind this one,” he says, running his finger along the date.
“What do the P & V stand for, though? What were your parents’ names?
” I blink, realizing with horror that I’ve never told him their names, even though we’ve had difficult conversations about them.
It’s becoming easier to talk through the pain with Carlo.
“Paola and Vicente. It’s getting harder and harder to remember them, so at least I have this,” I reply softly.
“And this one?” He moves down to kiss the stars by my hip. I smile at the memory of getting it.
“Stars for Celeste. She has a bumblebee for me since she calls me Nia Bia. We got them together for my 18th birthday to celebrate me getting out of the foster care system.” He kisses the spot again in acknowledgment, then moves back up to kiss me, squeezing me tighter.
When we finally have the wherewithal, we get up to clean ourselves off. We wash each other in the shower amid slow, drugging kisses, then collapse into bed with the cats. It’s absolute heaven and I don’t know what I did to get so lucky.
In the morning we lounge in bed a little since it’s an unhurried Sunday, and we both have separate plans for breakfast a little later.
He is grabbing late breakfast and going to look at wedding suits with Taran, while I meet Ray and Diego for brunch because it’s been way too long since I’ve hung out with them.
I’m deliciously sore from last night, but it doesn’t stop us from quickly getting each other off with our mouths.
I’ve never experienced waking up to my boyfriend’s head between my legs, after he wonderfully fed the cats and locked them out of the room. 5 stars all around.