Summer in our bones ✓

24 | la realidad y el deseo

I can't stop thinking about him.

He has my heart fluttering rapidly in my chest and that insufferable heat pulsing away in between my legs when those shiny lips of his trail down my neck and body, his hands reaching for my zipper to reveal the hardness in my jeans and he whispers in my ear, "You make me feel things I've never felt before."

He couldn't wait any longer and now I'm here at his mercy.

After long hours I spent at the training ground, I rushed to his apartment because his messages sounded urgent, something along the line of I need to see you as soon as possible and Hurry up, so clearly, I worried that something was wrong. But Nico attacked my mouth as soon as I walked through his door, the urgency wasn't about anything serious, it was his insatiable hunger for me. And I love every second of it.

I have him backed against the door first, but we stumble into the kitchen somehow and I can't wait any longer because of the lewd words tumbling from his mouth. I realise he was home alone thinking about me too, and more than that, he was constructing scenarios of us fucking and then he probably played with himself, pushing towards the edge but never quite getting there— he was saving his release for me.

When I expose his firm ass and grab both of his asscheeks, squeezing rough that it must hurt, Nico is already a hot, senseless mess. And because I want him to know how much his surrender means to me, how much I missed him too, I kiss him, and praise him and kiss him some more. "Missed you," kiss, "Missed you", another kiss, lingering, deep. "So fucking good for me. Perfect."

My fingers push into him— I'm always gentle with Nico since that unfortunate restroom sex but I feel his hole, loose and ready and sticky with lube and I completely lose the little composure I had since I came into his apartment.

"What did you do?" I whisper as I quickly pull down his underwear and joggers in one go and spin him around, bending him over the kitchen worktop. The groceries and dishes are carelessly pushed aside, some falling on the floor as I push my hard-on into him without hesitation.

Nico groans long and loud in relief. "I couldn't wait anymore. Missed you. Needed you," he mumbles while I push deep and fast into his eager, tight hole, every thrust, every moan, every breath making me drift into another dimension. Orgasms with Nico are like that— outer space experience that lifts me so high that it takes forever to fall back down to earth. I should be self-conscious, I should hate when he focuses his mouth on that forbidden part of me, when his fingers or breath ghost around that tender skin but I'm on edge every time, knowing that I can submit to it, that I'm safe to do so with him. Our sexual exploration is going addictively well and each day I'm becoming increasingly eager to figure out all the ways to make him come.

The carnal desire to mark him, claim him, fill him with my essence is something I can't fight anymore, and I do it, my hips falter with sloppy thrust until they still. I come inside him, clinging to his back, wrapping my hands around his waist, letting the promises of forever slip from my mouth into the shell of his ear. He's a fucked-out mess as much as I am, but he didn't come yet and I pull myself together quickly, slowly slip out from him, and turn him around.

His pretty face is all flushed, cheeks cherry-red, eyes are almost watery, begging for more, and I drop to my knees on that kitchen floor and take his length in my mouth. He's struggling to steady himself, gripping the edge of the worktop, legs shaking trying to maintain that last bit of sanity. I give it my all, eager to taste him. As my come slowly dribbles from his hole down his taint, balls and inside of his thighs the fire in the pit of my stomach ignites again and I moan around his dick in awe of the intoxicating display—and he's there, he's coming down my throat.