42. Enough #3
He walked back over to his bike, sitting on the leather seat with me straddling his lap.
He broke the kiss, breathing hard and tugged my dress down below my tits, cupping them and kissing and licking my nipples while I reached between us to rip open his belt and unzip his trousers.
We were frantic, clawing at each other’s damp clothes and bodies.
I took his hard dick in my hand, rolling my thumb over his piercing as he moved my thong to the side under my dress and plunged two fingers into my pussy, causing me to throw my head back and cry out at the pleasure.
“Always so wet for me,” he groaned, teasing me with his fingers in slow pumps. “I fucking missed you so much.”
It had only been two days, but I smiled because I felt the same. “I missed you too. So badly. I needed you, Sani.”
“I know,” he groaned, removing his fingers and lifting me, lining me up with his cock. The moment I sank down on him, feeling the delicious stretch and fullness, the world felt right again. “But I’m here now. And I’m never leaving you again.”
His lips devoured mine with fiery intensity as we moved, moulding our bodies together and finding a perfect rhythm.
His hands explored my curves, running up my back, gripping my hips, fisting into my hair as I clung to his back, desperate to be impossibly close.
The rising euphoria was overwhelming, every cell in my body intoxicated by the sensations and intimacy.
We were completely lost to each other. My moans and cries travelled on the breeze as his pierced cock massaged that sensitive spot inside me that made my toes curl.
In seconds, I was coming, staring into his eyes as he watched me fall apart with his forehead pressed to mine and his lips parted with heavy breaths.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he husked as the orgasm subsided, leaving me deliciously warm despite the chill of the air against my damp dress.
He shifted forward, lowering me back onto the leather seat as my head rested between the handlebars and kissed me deeply, slowly rolling his hips into me as I twitched in the aftermath.
I moaned as his tongue swept against mine, igniting the need for more, and his hands gripped my hips as he picked up the pace.
“Yes! Sani,” I cried as he started pounding into me harder and faster. My nails dug into his shoulder, holding on for dear life as he groaned, his eyes rolling and jaw pulsing as he claimed me with every deep thrust.
“Cazzo... ti amo,” he growled, locking eyes with me as his muscles began to tremble. I gasped as the pleasure shot up my spine, causing me to arch against him, and he kissed down my throat. “Ti amo, ti amo, ti amo.”
The orgasm crashed through me, and I screamed, not caring if I woke all of Rome. He made the sexiest sound, somewhere between a roar and a whimper, as he thrust once more and his dick pulsed inside me.
We both stayed there, his feet planted on the grass on either side of the bike, with his upper body collapsed on top of mine as we tried to catch our breath.
“I want to stay here forever,” he breathed, his eyes closed and using my tits as a pillow. “Just like this.”
I giggled and ran my hands through his black hair, wondering how we could make that possible. He reluctantly peeled himself off me and sat up, glancing down my body to where we were still connected.
“I reckon I could ride home with my dick still buried inside you.”
I burst out laughing at how serious he was.
If I agreed to it, I had no doubt he would try.
But I’d narrowly escaped death enough times for one day.
The memories of everything I’d felt over the last two days came flooding back.
How scared I’d been that I might have lost him, that there was a chance I’d never see him again.
I tilted my head to the side, resting against one handlebar, and waited for him to look at me.
“This life scares me,” I choked, causing his eyebrows to furrow with concern. He swallowed and glanced away to look over the city. I could see his mind turning, panic swirling inside at my admission. He turned back and exhaled.
“Do you want me to give it up? It will be hard to do, but not impossible.”
I blinked at him and suddenly sat upright in surprise, resting my hands against the leather seat as I searched his face, wondering if that was really a serious question.
“Because I would,” he said quietly, placing his hands on my thighs. “If I had to choose between you and anything else in the world, I’d always choose you.” An ache tightened beneath my ribs as I reached up to caress the side of his face. He was serious. “I can’t lose you, Arianna.”
“No.” I smiled and shook my head. “I don’t want you to give it up. I know how much you love this life. Your family. It’s in your blood. It’s a part of who you are. I’d never ask you to give it up.”
He frowned. “But you said–”
“It only frightens me because I am so scared of losing you. I have seen how dangerous your world is and how every day you choose it could mean it’s your last. That’s what terrifies me.
But no one knows when their last day on Earth will be.
That’s the beauty of living, and we all take it for granted. ”
He pressed his forehead against mine. “I know. And I can’t promise you I’ll live forever. But I can promise you that as long as my heart beats, it will always beat for you.”
I pressed my lips to his and whispered, “As mine does for you. And that’s more than enough for me.”