Love & Affinities (18+)

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SOFIA MARCELLO

My heart feels like it was racing at a thousand meters per second, lips tight, breath heavy, and palms clammy. The walls looked like they would close up on me and make me confess all the secrets buried within me. If anything, Ad's reassurance and our conversation has helped me a lot more than the therapies he spent thousands of dollars on. 

Day by day, my need for him grows and I've become more clingy than ever. The cuddling, movie nights, dinner at home and the mind-blowing peaks that he made me reach over the last few weeks compels me to beg for more. I need more of him, all of him until all I can feel is him. I hear him tread to my room and push the door open slightly before moving towards the bed. 

His weight shifts the autonomy of the bed as he spoons me from behind, his lower half clad in sweats instead of boxers tonight and the upper half as usual, bare to my touch. A kiss is placed on my shoulder as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. His mere touch helps my tense form relax from the daunting thought of reuniting with my father and his family this weekend. 

My pulse slows, settling to an eased rhythm, cold air touches my skin yet the rings on his fingers make the hair on my skin rise. He seems to notice and removes them from his fingers as they land on the side drawer with a tingling sound. And then his body falls back on the bed again, scaring the shit out of me because he was as still as a silent predator, hiding in his own skin, just waiting for the right opportunity to pounce on its prey. Waiting for it to show one of its weaknesses that make me vulnerable to him. 

And for some reason, the fear is not there anymore; I find anticipation replacing the entire feeling of fear, a primal response. It was as if he was waiting for me to give in and turn around when I suddenly feel him grip my hip and turn my body around to meet his tired yet mad gaze. Looks like he had a rough night. 

''Do you wanna talk about it?'' My voice small and careful as I try to predict his mood. 

''You know, you're so fucking beautiful, not pretty but beautiful.'' I smile at his words and also his way of changing the topic. So the best thing I could do in that moment was play along. 

''So, why am I beautiful and not pretty, Mister Adriano Enzo Calveti?'' A small tug of his lips seem to make him look more ethereal. 

His pink lips part to explain,''Pretty means to be attractive in a delicate way without being truly beautiful. Beautiful means to be pleasing the senses or mind aesthetically. And you my mishka, are beautiful. Also why many people seem to say 'pretty' first instead of beautiful. They see the person, not know the person.''

''You're driving me crazy,'' were the last words that left my lips before I press my lips to his. His minty taste collides with my sweet one, our breaths fanning each other as I adjust my position making it less awkward to kiss sideways. My legs land on either side of his form and our cores press together making moans and groans spill from the deepest of our throats. 

I keep my hips in control, resisting the urge to grind my hips down so we both feel the need for each other, radiating through the thin fabric clinging to our body. But my tongue had other plans, ''I wanna try something new.''

He rests his hands on my hips and caresses it. As each second goes by, I can feel him growing when the thick feel of his cock is pressed tight to my core. ''Mhmm, what do you wanna do?''

''Can I make you feel good, please?'' I whisper this time. 

''Fuck, mishka. That's like asking me if I want water in the Sahara desert.'' I chuckle as I move down to his sweats, sensually pulling them down by the waistband to meet his huge member. His eyes hold mine in contact until he loses it. My fingers wrap around him as he groans and a few curses fly out of his mouth. 

I stroke him slowly before wrapping my lips around the tip and licking off the small bead of pre-cum. His groans sound like music to my ears, pleasureful and enticing. His upper half moves up as he braces himself on his elbow and holds the silver chain around his neck between his teeth. The site makes me hum, sending vibrations to his member, as he tries to suppress his moans. 

I decide to take him deeper and gag at the first attempt, coming up for air. ''Relax your throat.'' His voice groggy. I do as he says and keep my eyes locked on him. My head bobs up and down as his member hits the back of my throat making me wet. 

''Fuck, you're taking my cock so well, aren't you? Is your pussy growing wet?'' His dirty words make me unashamedly rub my thighs together for the friction I need to make myself come. 

I hum yes to his rhetorical question, taking him deeper. ''I wanna fuck your mouth, baby and till then I want you to make yourself come.'' I snake my free hand into my shorts and find myself, dripping hot. I rub my clit while he fists my hair and begins pumping his hips up. 

Saliva drips down my chin and I moan loudly feeling the sensation of being fucked in the mouth and touching myself. I feel my core tighten and almost come when his voice stops me. ''No, you're not coming until I say so.''

Tears drip down the side of my eyes in frustration and he smirks as he wipes them off. I plead with my eyes and then he finally says it. ''Come.'' Correspondingly, his breaths grow faster and heavier, his strong thighs tightening and I feel him tighten in my mouth. I come hard and feel my legs tingle at the sensation. Stars dance around my vision pulled out by his words again.

''Fuck, I'm about to-'' he expects me to pull out but I wait for his cum to shoot into my mouth and I swallow the warm release, taking in whatever he has to give. He groans loudly, falling back onto the bed for a moment. I release his cock with a plop and lay breathless for a moment. 

When we finally come back to our senses, I reach over to touch him but find him exiting the bathroom, returning with a towel. He looked more relaxed than he did before, I realise as he sits beside me. I hiss when I feel him run the cloth down there. 

''Come here, baby.'' He pulls up his boxers as I climb onto his chest.

''We're going to sleep, you're really tired nowadays Ad.'' 

''But, I wanna take care of you,'' he argues. 

I wrap my hands around his torso and place one leg on top of him hooking his leg together. ''You are, now please sleep. I'm sleepy too.'' He finally seems to agree and pecks me on the lips before cuddling into me. His shallow breath follows later and so does mine. 

Contradictory to his calm breath when he finally slept, I wake up in the middle of the night to hear his breathing growing raspy as a thin layer of sweat lined his temple and chest. Rubbing my eyes open, I realise his tightening grip on me when he starts mumbling protests of 'no' to whoever he was dreaming of. 

''Ad, wake up. It's just a bad dream.'' He refuses to budge so I palm his cheek and rest my head against his. ''Ad, please wake up. Ad!'' Suddenly, his hand clasps around my neck and he pushes me down onto the bed on my back. 

It was as if he was still in a daze, his eyes bloodshot, teeth gritted and audible breaths as he continued to stare at me. I reach my arm forward slowly and touch his face. ''Ad, it's me. Shhh, calm down.'' 

He seems to finally realise the situation and leaves his isolated mind to return to our bedroom. His hand leaves my neck as if it had burnt me and he grabs onto the locks of his hair. ''Fuck. Sof, I'm sorry. I didn't mean t-'' 

''I know, it's okay.'' I try to wrap my arms around him and comfort him but he blocks my hand and gets off the bed. 

''Don't... Don't come after me. I'll be working in my office. Go to sleep.'' The red digits shining in the dark room read one in the morning. He should be sleeping. 

''But, Ad. It's just one in the morn-'' He cuts me off and refuses to budge. 

''I said, you will sleep, Sofia. Now go back to bed.'' Those were the last few words he said before he left my room, slamming the door shut. I wanted to make sure that he was okay but the sudden distance he had created between us, even though it might be temporary, could become greater if I didn't go after him and instead gave him another reason to isolate himself further. 

My eyes refused to close knowing how messed up his mind must have been right now and so I do the only thing I can. I tread after him like a puppy.