Nothing Above You

Twenty nine

Enzo Marcelo

"Experience what?" His small voice rings in my ear and I look at the green eyes that make my heart pound.

I try to smile however it's hard to explain what I am feeling right now. I have no idea how to explain it to him but I know that there is no other way. "I dated a 'straight' guy 3 or 4 years ago. We spent a lot of time together, did a lot of things together." I check on his reaction after saying that, afraid he might not like hearing that. What surprises me is that he is carefully looking at me, in a very sensitive way.

"After all things, he said it was an experience. I was an experience for him." I sigh and look down. "He blamed me for his attraction towards men, he said I was the reason he couldn't stand his little pickle when he was with women." I scoff and shake my head.

A few seconds later, I feel a little squeeze on my hand. My eyes land on his hand on my hand and then I look at his face. Without saying a single word, he is expressing so much. His eyes, they say that it's okay, that it wasn't my fault. His small, sad smile says that he found my silly comment funny. And his face says that here I am, listening to you.

"I know it has nothing to do with you, but when I heard you say you were a virgin, I couldn't help but think that what If someday you blame me for your attractions towards men too." I finally admit to the reason why I pushed him away. I keep on looking down, too ashamed to look at him now.

"Hey." He puts a finger under my chin and makes me look up. When my eyes meet his, I am reminded to breathe again.

"I'm never going to blame you, for anything." His hand now caresses my jaw, slowly and gently. His eyes glow as he looks at me, his cheeks light shade of pink.

I am in love with this guy.
I am in so fucking much love.

I realize.

"It's not your fault that you're hot and handsome." He cracks up in a smile making me laugh at his comment. "Oh, yeah?" I raise an eyebrow with a cocky smile and grab his hand that is on my cheek. "You think so?" I tease him as I bite back a laugh.

He rolls his eyes and in a moment, his face is mere inches away from mine. "ora smettila di essere così arrogante. (Now, stop being cocky)"

Seeing him roll his eyes only makes me want to kiss him until he begs for more. Hearing him speak in Italian only makes me want to have him under me and have him scream my name in pure pleasure and love.

"o cosa? (Or what)" I smugly smile as I lean closer to him, our noses brushing with each other, our breathes flowing and dancing, our chests rising and falling as our eyes lock on each other's lips.

"I'll have to shut you up." He pants out. His nose and cheeks going a darker shade of pink. "Then go ahead, pretty." I lick my lips, as my voice goes deep and hoarse.

"Fuck it." He says before colliding our lips together and I close my eyes letting myself drown in him. His perfect, soft lips kiss mine and without a hesitation I grab his face and get up from my chair wanting to move closer to him. I deepen the kiss, bending over to him. I can hear my heart pounding in my head, I can feel the sparks occurring in my stomach. My tongue runs along his bottom lip as my fingers play with his ear.

He understands and parts his lips lightly, a small sigh leaving his gorgeous lips. I take a quick glance at him and I'm struck with the beauty. His juicy, shining lips, his cheeks, nose and ears fully flushed. He is panting as he sits on the chair in my shirt.