But Too Well

LVI : Fleas

IT DOESN'T TAKE us long to stumble to his bed, for him to peel off the rest of our clothes, to hover his heavy, perfect body above me and kiss me until I melt into the sheets.

Heat gathers between all the places our skin touches, and his mouth tastes like a heady mix of cake batter and him and me.

"Nero," I sigh into his mouth, my fingers tangled into his dark hair, "My cupcakes are gonna burn."

A small, rough sound leaves the back of his throat, and he presses a hot, open kiss to my neck, tugging with his lips, no doubt creating a bruise on the soft skin. "You're not leaving me again for those fucking cupcakes," he mutters, his long fingers drifting to my thigh, a hand spreading my legs apart so he settles himself between them. "Not until I'm done with you." In just a couple of seconds he's slipped on a condom, discarding the foil package somewhere with our clothes.

I gasp when he enters me, the feeling as whole and consuming and incredible as I remember. "Are you going to punish me?" I whisper against his lips, my legs wrapping around him as he thrusts deeper. I can't help the whimper that escapes me.

He chuckles darkly, setting a pace that is hard and deep and rough and I'm panting, it feels so damn good. "How," he breathes, "do—you..." each word is separated by the heavy push of his hips, the length of him hitting just the right spot, every time, "want me... to do... that?" He sets his dark gaze on mine, his eyes sparkling.

My breaths leave me in short bursts and I can't answer through my moans, around the stars that have gathered behind my eyelids. "Ah," I begin nonsensically, "I'm... sure, oh," I know he's close, I'm so close, "you'll... think of," the pressure starts to build and when his hand comes to brush the slick folds between my legs, "somethin—fuck," I can't stop the waves from finally crashing, over and over and over, one last thrust, his orgasm filling me with warmth, our chests heaving together and a thin layer of sweat covering us both.

When we eventually come back down to earth, he groans into my neck. "Dolcezza," he sighs, running his fingers through my tangled hair, "There is no way we can possibly be that good."

I giggle, wincing a little when he slides out of me. "I'm going to be so sore tomorrow, so I'm glad that it was worth it."

When he falls onto his back, our fingers tangle together against his chest, and my eyes drift shut.

A beeping sound alerts me that the cupcakes are ready.

"Mhm," I moan, slowly getting up, already feeling the dull ache between my thighs. I grab his shirt from the ground, slip it on as I wander into the kitchen, my head still fuzzy from the aftermath of our sex.

As I rest the hot tray onto the island, Nero makes his way slowly from his room, still gloriously naked besides his tight black briefs. His hair sticks up in tufts, and I can't help but laugh at the sight of it, his mouth still red and a little swollen.

"I'm not eating these, by the way," I say, narrowing my eyes at him. "They're contaminated."

He chuckles. "Nothing that you haven't tasted before."

Okay, true. "Still gross."

He leans against the counter, lips tilting up a little at the edges while he watches me take them out of the pan to cool. "I'll eat them."

"I'm sure you will." I make it very obvious when I rake my gaze over him, top to bottom, focusing on the lean, tan muscle of his arms, his chest. "I never actually believed that you ate those cupcakes I gave you. Definitely didn't look like it."

He raises an eyebrow. "I used to like the way you pretended not check me out."

I flush, a little. "You didn't even bother hiding it."