"Either you become a cheater and fuck me, or you break up with her and still fuck me. I'll win either way."
. .
"I usually get everything I want. But it wasn't the same case with him. I could show off my sweet smile and flutter my lashes, but that...
"I said, ooh I'm blinded by the lights, no I can't sleep until I feel your touch. I said, ooh, I'm drowning in the night. Oh when I'm like this, you're the one I trust."
. . .
Surprisingly, Riccardo doesn't initiate shower sex as we're standing underneath the showerhead.
He puts me on top of the bench and starts washing my body. I end up doing the same with him, without a lot of comments being made on both sides.
He then dries me off and doesn't even bother to dress me, carrying me to the bed and laying us both on top of it.
He turns my face in his direction and his lips descend on mine, prying them open with his tongue and delving in. I moan and kiss him back, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him closer.
My breasts press against his chest as I pull him on top of me. No one makes any sexual movements, we just kiss, pressing our swollen lips against the others.
Our tongues meet frequently, licking while he explores the corners of my lips. My hands go to his hair, playing with the silky strands and softy tugging at them, letting out little moans into his mouth.
His hands are on my sides, right underneath my breasts. His hands are large, covering a lot of skin as his long fingers caress the skin of my back and his thumbs rub over the skin of my midriff.
His stubble presses against my face, but I don't mind. I love feeling it against me. I love having him on top of me like this. Love having him kissing me.
He's with me.
Not with Carla. Nor with Anna. Or anyone else. With me.
I have him, even though on grey and unknown grounds.
Our lips part after some intense minutes, and he rests his forehead against mine.
"You're special, Aurora."
The way he says my name causes me to shiver. His tongue caresses it so delicately. So beautifully and I have no idea what it has such an effect on me.
"I can say the same about you," I reply honestly, looking into his eyes.
He plants one last kiss on my lips before he gets off of me.
With his arms wrapped around me and my back pressed against his chest, we both fall asleep.
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The next morning, I wake up to a cold bed. I turn over with a frown and find the other side empty.
Letting myself take the time to wake up, I stretch out over the sheets and let out a little yawn, resting there before deciding to get up.
I don't like the fact that I woke up alone. I'm used to having his arms around me or lying with my head on his chest.
