Daring to Fall |18+|

05 | nova?

NOVA

"Is it okay if I fuck you for the rest of the night?" he whispered, his breath fanning over my jawline. "Is it okay if I taste you until you stop me?"

I could barely speak. I could barely catch my breath.

My moans escaped freely and I closed my eyes, lost in the feeling of Ramiro inside of me. He wasn't moving anymore. I was in a daze and he was on top of me, hard and warm and still.

He made me feel all of him. He made me take all of him. And it was impossible not to like it.

I sighed dreamily, feeling Ramiro kiss my neck as if he were obsessed with me—as if he couldn't get enough of me. There wasn't a moment he wasn't touching me.

How could anything feel that good?

He moaned my name and whispered how good it felt for him, his voice hoarse and breathless. I saw stars. Quick fuck? No, it wasn't. I lost count of the amount of times we came.

I lost count of the amount of times he slipped out of me and had his head between my thighs. He had me in the palm of his hand and I couldn't complain.

The only complaint I had was that we started so late.

I didn't want our night to end and he didn't either. He'd clean me up, and I'd have him back once again. Just as I thought I was about to leave, he'd reel me right back in. I was easy, but so was he.

"Nova," he whimpered, his brows furrowed and his eyes soft. "I don't want to stop having you."

"Then don't," I murmured, sliding my hand over his back. I didn't care that the sun might come up soon. Or that I was going to be sore. My legs were around his waist and he took me, making me his even if it was just for the night.

"Yeah?" he murmured, sliding his nose over the skin on my neck. He breathed in and let out a sigh, a little moan falling from his lips.

"Yeah," I said, my head falling back when I felt him lower himself down my body for the countless time.

And he had me until dawn broke.

He had me until we tired ourselves out.

It took a while for my legs to start working, and for the high he gave me to simmer away. Even then, I was walking on clouds and Ramiro was the cause of it.

He let me use his shower, and offered a clean t-shirt that smelled like his pillows. All with a smile on his face. He watched me and I let him, enjoying the look on his face when I stood naked in front him.

How could he look at me like even after he got what he wanted?

Afterwards, I fell asleep on his bed but that wasn't my intention. I was never planning on staying, but Ramiro pulled me close to him and my body allowed me to dose off in the position he put me in.

It was a night that followed me into my dreams.

The next morning, I woke up before he did.

He slept on his back with the sheets at his waist, his hair messy and his face peaceful. He was in a deep sleep, his lips parted as his chest slowly fell and raised.

If I could have taken a picture of him, I would've.

His skin was covered in my marks but I didn't look any better. I had the memory of him temporarily etched onto me, but he did too. My nails might have scratched him a bit harder than I thought, and I might have kissed his skin harsher than I intended. He didn't complain, on the contrary.