It Began In Italy | ✔️

Chapter Twenty One

The water is beyond warm as it swishes around us, wetting my hair. Nico sits on a rock at the edge of the pool, his arms stretched across the rocks as he watches me intently.

I move towards him, staring into his eyes as I wade through the water. The water hits just below his shoulders, small ripples washing against him due to my movement. Tipping my head back, I let the water wash over my hair before lifting it again.

Giving him a smile as I reach him, I raise a brow. "Just going to sit there and watch?" I ask and his hand comes up to meet my chin. Lifting my head, his lips meet mine.

"I love to watch you," he says against my mouth and despite the warmth of the water, a shiver rakes through me as goosebumps flood my skin.

With a streak of bravery, I lift a leg over him so that I am straddling his lap. No barrier exists between us. If I were to move even an inch, he would be inside me. The thought makes me attempt to clench my thighs.

Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I look into his eyes. Nico looks down through the water, obviously noting how close our bodies are.

He smiles to himself.

Touching my lips to his neck, his hands hold my hips in place with a tight grip. Sucking harshly, I mark him the way he marks me. Nico groans as his hands move up my back, setting my skin alight.

Pulling away, I admire my work as Nico smirks towards me. "Don't think that means we're even," he says, and I smile. I wouldn't mind if he were to one-up me.

My hand disappears under the water. "Can I?" I ask and a low guttural noise comes from Nico.

"Do as you please, amore mio," Nico says and I wrap my hand around his length. His eyes close as I gently move my hand up and down at a torturously slow pace.

Rubbing my thumb over his tip, I watch as he shivers, and a smile of victory finds its way onto my face. I continue to work my hand on him, doing small things along the way to drive him crazy. My lips trail across his jaw as his grip on me tightens exceedingly.

"You might want to stop, if you want to do anything else," Nico grits his teeth and I pump my hand a few more times. Stopping, Nico lets out a harsh breath, his head moving to rest in the crook of my neck. Before Nico can take another breath, I lower myself onto him and we both groan in pleasure. His size never fails to shock me. "You are torturing me."

Digging my nails into his back, I try not to melt under the pleasure as I lift my hips again before lowering them. "I can stop... if you want," I breathe, hoping to the highest heavens that he doesn't.

Nico smiles against my shoulder. "I don't want you to ever stop, I want you to ride me until you can't even remember your name," he breathes as he guides my hips to move at a hastier pace.

Rolling my hips, I take more of him as he hits me deeper. Nico groans when my chest presses against his, the water sloshing around us in a frenzy.

Nico pushes my hips against his, finding that he's going impossibly deep. It's almost like I can feel him everywhere. He grabs a fistful of my hair, tugging my head back and bearing my neck to him. His mouth kisses the base of my neck endlessly, marking me as his - not caring about who sees it.

My hands grip the edge as my thighs burn and my core grows warm and fuzzy. I'm not sure I can go on for much longer without falling apart completely. Nico notices my tired state and in one swift motion, spins us around so that he is now on top.

He pounds into me at a furious rate, his lips moulding to mine. I whimper as he hits me in that same spot multiple times, not once letting up. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I let him drive deeper.