But Too Well

XLV : Slick

MY EYES DRIFT open to the sound of his voice, speaking in that language I can't understand, somewhere outside his bedroom.

Pushing myself up slowly from under the covers, my skin is sticky from the last few hours, and outside his window the mid-afternoon light is waning.

I glance at the clock beside his bed. 5:00. Mm. I can feel it between my legs, my tired body still sensitive from the marathon of orgasms. I can smell him on my skin, and it's comforting, somehow. I haven't felt so alive, so... bright, in a long time.

"Ciao." I hear his low voice become quiet, maybe hanging up the phone. His footsteps approach from the hallway, and then he appears in the door frame, in his briefs and a t-shirt.

He studies me a little, my bare body peeking out from beneath his thin sheets. My insides contract at the mere sight of him, his hair messy and his face dusted with today's stubble, unshaven. His dark eyes sparkle, traveling across me from head to toe as I lie in his bed, naked.

My muscles are exhausted but his gaze makes every part of me warm. 

"Hi," I say, my voice foggy from sleep.

"Hi." He steps closer and I have a sudden the urge to wrap myself tighter with the silken sheets. My skin shivers as I watch him, tan and toned and I blush as I remember us tangled together and needy, his hands and his body all over mine.

He sits next to me, tucks a stray strand of hair back into place as I lean up against the pillow, clutching the duvet to my chest.

Those dark eyes of his take me in whole, and the weight of his body makes the mattress dip towards him. I find myself leaning closer. He lifts a rough hand up to my face, brushing my cheek gently.

Nero seems impossibly capable of tenderness, of warmth, and it fills me with longing and confusion. Nearly every part of me is greedy for it, but I'm hesitant. A small piece of me is still hurting, and he knows it.

"How are you?" I mumble as he brings his forehead to rest against mine. The sheets fall away from my chest, leaving my skin bare, and the cold air makes my nipples stiffen, my breasts heavy from his nearness.

"I'm good." I feel his hand travel to my hip, leaving a wave of sparks in its path. I can't help the little sigh that escapes my pink lips. "How are you?"

"Good." Before I can even think to maybe put some space or distance between us I find myself wrapping my arms around his neck, drawing him closer. Both his hands grip my waist, fingers pressing softly into my skin. My bareness against him is addictive, and I can't find it it me to protest when he brings his mouth to mine, claiming me, once again.

I will never get over how good it feels to kiss him, to have his lips on mine. Slowly his tongue enters my mouth and he leans me softly onto my back, his body resting above me. I can't seem to help the soft moans that escape my swollen lips. His mouth just makes me melt.

I feel so damn weak but I don't really care.

Just as I feel his erection against my belly he pulls away slightly, breaths heavy, his chest rising and falling in time with my own. "Dolcezza," he groans, burying his head into my neck. "Why do I feel like I'm taking advantage of you?"

He leans back and I feel just a little emptier, a haze of want surrounding my dizzy mind. A sigh. "It's not my fault that I can't stop touching you, Nero." A hoarse whisper. My entire being is full of emotions that are driving me completely insane.