*Caterina*
I fiddled with the hem of my dress as Elio drove us to his house. I couldn’t even look at him, I was so nervous. I had thought I’d played it cool enough all day that we would just skip over the fact that we’d kissed, but I had apparently been very wrong.
I saw the way his hands gripped the steering wheel tightly and swallowed anxiously, yep, I thought, very, very wrong. His knuckles were white against the black leather of his steering wheel, his forearms bulging with tension.
Far too quickly, we were pulling up to his house. I sat still in silent obstinance, reluctant to let him see that he had the upper hand here.
“Alright, let’s go,” he said, his jaw tensing.
His order had lifting my chin in defiance. It was just like how he’d talked to when I was growing up, and it did nothing but make want to refuse whatever demand he had made.
“You can’t just tell what to do like that,” I said haughtily, crossing my arms over my chest and making it clear that I wasn’t going to fucking move until I wanted to move.
He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Satisfaction rose in my chest.
In a tight voice, he said, “You’re right. Please will you co inside?”
His acquiescence to my stubborn demands loosened sothing within . He was always going to be an overly demanding asshole, but the fact that he was willing to tamp that down to please made happy. It took away my desire to fight him.
Without another word, I got out of the car before he could run around and open my door for . Inside his house, I was hit with a wave of overwhelming nostalgia.
I had only occasionally co here growing up. He usually stayed at my mom’s house if I needed to be watched, but the few tis I had been to Elio’s were so of my most favorite mories. Those were the tis when we got to forget about the bullshit of howork and chores and just hang out.
Our favorite activity had been movie marathons. Elio loved showing his mom’s old favorites. She had been a huge fan of cartoon princesses growing up. But now as I walked through the doorway and felt Elio crowding behind , I was excited for a whole different reason.
Wanting to avoid dwelling on that revelation for too long, I headed for the living room and was horrified to see that it looked totally different from how I rembered it. It used to be a haven of squishy armchairs and one overstuffed leather sectional with cup holders in the arms, but now all the furniture was sleek and modern looking. The couch was all straight lines and looked terribly uncomfortable. When I sat down, it was so firm that I felt like I was going to fall right off it.
“You redecorated,” I accused him.
He had the decency to look ashad. He shrugged and ran his hand through his hair. “I thought the old furniture looked a little too immature.”
“Who the hell would rather have uncomfortable furniture because they’re afraid of seeming immature?” I demanded.
He just laughed and plopped himself down next to , so close our thighs were touching. I looked down, suddenly feeling self-conscious in his presence.
He laid his hand on my knee, as if this kind of closeness was normal for us. I bit my bottom lip anxiously and waited to see what he was going to say. I never expected him to look at and chuckle, reaching his hand out to cup my cheek.
“I love when you bite your lip like that,” he said in a husky voice that had curling my toes.
I scooted over slightly, trying to put distance between us. His cologne was intoxicating , but I couldn’t let myself give in.
“I can’t stop thinking about kissing you. And when you bite your lip like that... fuck, it reminds of what it felt like to have my teeth on your lip,” he said, keeping his distance but leaving his hand on my knee.
“I,” I breathed, trying to collect my thoughts as he rubbed his thumb in maddening circles along the side of my knee, “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it either.”
I stood up and began to cross the room to go sit in one of the angular chairs that looked even more uncomfortable than the couch, but before I could make it even a step, Elio was up and wrapped his hand around my arm, stopping . He spun around to face him, keeping his tight hold on .
“Please, don’t run away from . Just talk to ,” he said softly, letting go of my arm to reach up and tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, then running his fingers down my jaw and resting them gently over my throat.
I wanted nothing more to lean into his touch. Everything about the way he was holding felt so fucking perfect, from his hand ghosting over my throat to his chest pressing against mine. Every point of contact between us burned with the heat of unt desire. But I couldn’t do this.
“There are a million reasons why this can’t work,” I said, looking down. I started to pull away again, determined to break the spell that his touch put under.
Before I could fully turn away, he grasped my hips, his fingers digging in and stopping from moving. Once he was sure I wouldn’t leave again, he moved his hands up to cup my face, forcing to look up into his eyes. They were darker than I had ever seen them and filled with an emotion that I was sure matched the look on my own face.
“You’re right. There are a million reasons why this can’t work. But if there’s only one reason why it can. That’s all I need.”
Before my brain even had ti to register what he said, his lips crashed into mine. It was just as perfect as I had rembered. His hands smoothed down my face and caressed my shoulders before moving lower. His tongue teased at my lips before he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and bit down gently, squeezing my hips with his hands as he did so.
I leaned my head back so that he could deepen the kiss, marveling at the way he seed to instinctively know exactly how I wanted to be touched. He alternated between softness and roughness, filling my entire body with a need so deep that I wondered if it would ever be satiated.
I reached out tentatively, wanting to feel him under my hands but also feeling shy. His silk shirt was heavenly against my palms. I ran my hands over his biceps and reached around to clasp them behind his neck, using my leverage to pull him lower to and take control of the kiss. Our tongues swirled together deliciously as Elio’s hands began to roam my body more freely.
He let go of my mouth so that he could plant a trail of kisses just under my jaw to the shell of my ear, then nibbled at my earlobe until I was squirming in his arms.
“Oh fuck, careful how you move, sweetheart,” he muttered, “unless you’re wanting more than just a kiss.”
His words sent a thrill through . As much as my brain wanted to say that this was wrong, that we shouldn’t be doing this, there was a bigger part of that desperately wanted more than kisses from Elio.
If the way he was touching right then was any indication, I had a feeling that he would more than satiate the desire that was coiling inside . It didn’t matter how much I tried to logic myself out of it. I wanted him. And I wanted him now.
“Give more,” I sighed against his chest.
He pulled away slightly, just enough to look in the eyes. He studied my face, looking for confirmation that I ant what I had just said. I nodded at him, then reached up to pull his face back down to mine. That was all the confirmation he needed. With a near-growl, he reached down and wrenched my dress up, exposing the lacy underwear I was wearing.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, hooking his thumbs on the waistband and quickly yanking them down.
I flushed slightly at the way I was exposed, but the way he looked at as though I was the most gorgeous woman he’d ever laid eyes on alleviated all sense of self-consciousness.
Putting his mouth back on mine, he slipped his hand between my thighs and gently pald my sex, his middle finger just barely pressing against my entrance. His fingers twitched against as I bit at his lip, but he didn’t move them, just held in a way that simultaneously felt ridiculously intimate and not nearly intimate enough. I ground myself against his hand, trying to increase the friction.
“Need to taste you,” he groaned before suddenly dropping to his knees.
He knelt in front of and grabbed one of my ankles, throwing my leg over his shoulder. His hot breath filled with such anticipation, I almost didn’t want him to actually touch . Just the anticipation alone had dripping down my thighs, I was afraid that I might not be able to handle the pleasure of his touch.
Looking up at from between my legs, he paused and asked, “Is this alright?”
The loving concern in his eyes lted my heart. I had never felt more alright in my entire life, but I didn’t think I could manage to actually speak. I just nodded down at him, trying to maintain my balance.
The second he swiped his tongue once, slowly, over my folds, I knew that balancing was impossible. Luckily, Elio was strong enough to keep from falling over as my legs trembled with pleasure. His tongue swirled over my most sensitive places as expertly as he had moved it in my mouth, all while his strong hands held my ass and thigh.
The coil wound tighter and tighter until I was certain I couldn’t take it anymore. My entire body tensed up with pleasure. At my movent, Elio moved his mouth directly onto my clit and sucked hard.
I was undone. Waves of pleasure overca , and I gave up on trying to hold myself up at all. Elio eased to lay on the floor in front of him.
Funnily enough, the plush rug he’d added to his living room was more comfortable than his new couch. I settled onto the fluffy material, my dress shoved up around my waist and my legs spread on either side of Elio. With anyone else I would’ve wanted to cover myself imdiately, but the way he looked down at with such adoration had wanting him to see even more of .
“You’re so fucking pretty, Cat,” he murmured. “I want to feel what it’s like to be inside you.”
I couldn’t do anything but nod breathlessly at the thought. His words turned on just as much as his touch did, and I found that I wanted nothing more than to feel him moving inside .
He quickly freed his cock from his pants, then pulled a condom out from sowhere and slid it on. He leaned over , bracketing my head with his hands so that all I could see were his eyes.
With a swift movent, he was pressing inside .
I moaned at the stretch of him, the pleasure riding just on the edge of pain in a way that had writhing against him. As he moved against , he held my face in his hands so tenderly I almost felt like I could cry.
He was a man who truly knew , every part of , even the ugly parts. And he cared about anyway. It was a powerful feeling.
Before long, he dropped his head to my shoulder as his movents beca faster and more erratic. I lifted my hips to et his thrusts, loving the way he got a little rougher as he got closer to his own release.
I could feel his belt buckle pressing against the inside of my thigh, the cool tal providing an interesting contrast with the heat of his skin. He bit my shoulder as he ca, moaning loudly against . It was a wonderful feeling to see a man who was normally so composed fall apart completely in my arms.
He kissed my shoulder gently where I was sure he’d left a little mark, then moved his mouth back to mine.
“That was amazing,” he whispered against my lips.
I kissed him back instead of responding. It was amazing, too amazing for words. If I thought too much about what had just happened between us, I was afraid I would start panicking. So instead, I let my heart take over and wrapped my arms around Elio.
I decided it would be okay to let my heart win out, just this once.
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