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seventy-one; happy

A U R O R A

"What if I need a friend? Will you ride 'til the end? Am I enough to keep your love? When I'm old and stuff? Will you still have a crush?"

. . .

My legs wrap themselves around Riccardo's torso as soon as I see him. He wraps his arms around me and holds me close to his body, exhaling in what seems like a relief when he finally holds me in his arms.

"I missed you," he murmurs, holding me tightly against him. "I missed you too," I breathe, giggling when he presses multiple kisses on my neck.

It's only been a day since I've seen him, but it felt like an eternity. Being in his arms again causes me to relax and finally feel at home.

I lean back and plant my lips on his, pressing multiple kisses on his lips and feeling the smile starting to form on his face.

My face mirrors his, and I let out a little laugh when I feel his stubble against my cheek.

"Is he still mad?" he asks as he starts walking away, holding me against him. I shake my head.

"I talked to him, and he isn't as pissed anymore. Though he'll hold a grudge in silence," I joke, burying my nose into the crook of his neck.

"He'll get over it," he assures. I giggle and nod. "He will," I whisper, believing it since dad didn't make a fuss about it when I was leaving, knowing where I was headed.

He sets me down on the kitchen counter, leaning back and taking my face between his hands.

"Want something to eat?" he asks. I shake my head with a little smile. 

"I want something else first," I whisper suggestively. I've been in need for him ever since he left. It's like I can't live without his touch.

He snorts and shakes his head. "You're insatiable," he smirks and picks me back up. 

"As if you don't want it," I smile, pressing a kiss on his neck.

"I know I'll sound like a cheesy motherfucker, but spending the night without you was like hell," he groans, going up the stairs and to his room.

"It was," I agree, "I missed your arms around me. Your kisses, your touch."

I let my lips hover over his, loving the plumpness of them, and plant an open-mouth kiss on them, letting my tongue enter his mouth and caress his.

Riccardo throws me on his bed, letting a lazy smirk come on his face when I gasp and sit up.

He rids me of every clothing article I have. First my pants, then my panties, and then my sweater.

He throws my bra behind him and buries his head between my breasts, gripping them between his hands and kneading the soft flesh.

He licks the swell of my breasts, before going up the mound and letting his tongue caress my nipple.

I arch my back and moan, gripping the sheets beside me and rubbing my thighs together.

He moves towards my other nipple, wrapping his mouth around that one. Each suck goes through my body, right to my pulsing clit.

He leans back and takes off his shirt, but remains in his pair of jeans, coming to lay between my legs.

I inhale sharply when he presses his clothed crotch against my soaking wet and bare pussy, grinding and letting the seams of the material meet my sensitive flesh.

He plants his forearms beside my head, so his large body is hovering above me. He leans down and presses his lips against mine, devouring my mouth and thrusting his hips forward, making me wet the fabric of his pants with my juices.