A hum of appreciation escapes her lips and her thumb rubs along where precum leaked out, a clear trail down the thick head of my cock, following a veiny trail. Ilaria catches the river that’s come out and brings it to her lips, tasting me for the first time.

Our eyes lock as she lets her lips push out, before she lays the base of her palm on her chin and licks at her thumb, teasing me with each wet stroke as my cock jumps between us, missing the touch of her.

“That wasn’t enough. I need to taste more of you. Please.” Her sweet little ask makes me groan.

She has her hands reaching for my cock and I want her lips wrapped around me but I haven’t made her cum yet. And I need her coming for me.

Moving down the couch I push her legs up, my lips kissing over her stomach, touching her body as she sighs out under me.

In a few days she will be in a bikini and the thought of her with so much skin out strokes that possessive demon in my stomach. But Ilaria likes him, I’m her demon.

My teeth bite into her skin of her stomach, sucking it as she whimpers out at the pain before I release it. Watching the hickey start to form as I smirk, shifting my mouth half over it, repeating the same motion until a heart shaped bruise is showing up on the left of her belly button.

Let that show when she is in Vegas in her little bathing suit.

Ilaria’s hand traces it, a smirk on her face like she likes being mine. Like she likes being marked by me. As if she knows when she wears her bikinis hints of me will be there warding off anyone who thinks they have a chance.

My mouth trails lower back to the wetness between her legs. Smirking as Ilaria opens her thighs wider, pushing up against me as she begs silently for more. I’ll give her everything that she wants tonight.

“I can’t wait to be inside of you, principessa. Tasting you is just a tease for what’s to come.”

“I want you, Dante. I miss you and I haven’t even had you yet.”

My tongue slips over her, tasting her as she grabs my hair holding me to her. She won’t let me up until she’s coming and I won’t stop until the sound of my name is being chanted like a prayer from her pouty lips.

Ilaria is so close already, her legs butterflying before her thighs push against me like earmuffs and I listen to her curse.

“FUCK. DANTE. DANTE. DANTE. FUCK.”

I had only stroked her clit a few times, my nose tapping at her clit as I lap greedily at her opening, feeling the muscles that are clenching teasing me.

My cock wants to be inside of her.

It’s aching for Ilaria.

Her legs are limp as they push off me, her eyes hooded as I watch the rise and fall of her chest. The soft content smile that is on her face as she looks at me, all pleasure and good mood now.

“Apology accepted.”

At least I know how to get her in a good mood. Just eat that pretty little pussy of hers.

She reaches for me, bringing me down on her as she kisses me, not minding that my mouth tastes like her.

A groan leaves my lips as her hand wraps around me. Her soft breath against my face, eyes glancing down as she watches like she wants me to tell her she can touch me.

But Ilaria already owns me.

Every part of me is really hers, I’m just a body but she is in charge of what happens to me. I’m at her mercy.

“Like this?”

Two words shouldn’t have been so hot but I buck up against her hands, feeling her squeeze as I wrap my hand over hers. I move us both, pumping my length up and down and showing her how I like to be touched.

Ilaria is a great student.

She takes jerking me off very seriously and I have to kiss her lips to keep myself from smiling like a lunatic as she pumps me with pure determination in her eyes.

She feels too good.

My fiancée consumes too much of me and like an over enthusiastic teenager I come over her hand.

A sticky mess as I grunt up, watching her mouth open as she pulls her hand away. My eyes widening as she brings it to her lips and licks my cum off her.

A soft moan slips through her lips as she cleans her hand with that hungry pink tongue lapping at my cum, turning her wrist so she doesn’t waste a drop.

She’s going to be the death of me.

“Kiss me. I want to taste us together.”

Ilaria’s already pulling me to her lips, her tongue slipping into my mouth as the salt of me mixes with the sweet of her.

Tangy and exotic.

I’m melting into her as we both lay together, naked and relaxed in each other’s arms.

Rolling over I drag her up onto my chest, a single soft kiss to her lips as she lays on me, letting me pull a blanket over us as I think about how I need to get the apartment fixed.

Glad Ilaria made small changes like the pillows on the couch and the blanket that is now covering us.

It’s so normal.

My arm around her, tracing patterns on the bare skin of her back as Ilaria presses her ear to my heart. Her head tucked under my chin as we just breathe each other in. Neither of us break this moment by talking.

It’s so late that it becomes early.

The darkness of the living room brightens as I look up to the sun rising and Ilaria’s head rises as she sees it.

“Want me to get you something to wear?”

She shakes her head as she stands up, making me miss her warmth as she reaches for a hoodie that’s slung over my gym bag. Tugging it on and making me groan at how good my clothes look on her.

Maybe Ilaria is the sun because everything in my life now revolves around her.

She’s moving to the balcony, stopping to grab a bottle of water from the kitchen as she goes. Leaving the door open behind her because she expects me to follow her.

Which of course I do after pulling on my gym shorts.

My arms are around her, both of us quiet again as we watch the way the sun births from the ocean. A whole city around us and yet we’re both focused on the start of a new day.