ARIA

Utterly riveted, I whisper, "Is that a promise?"

The fight in me dies down. I wish I could read Nicco's mind. I have no idea what sparked Nicco's sudden one-eighty in attitude, but his change of heart offers a welcome respite from all of the tension building between us.

"SÌ," Nicco replies in husky tones. He reaches inside the gift box. I suck in a quick, shallow breath as he removes the contents one by one. I'm mesmerized by his movements. He takes everything out slowly. Ever so slowly. My heart thunders away.

Nicco sets the strap-on cock right beside me.

Followed by a bottle of lube.

Then, he turns his eyes back on me.

Nicco holds my gaze while my pussy clenches with eagerness. I'm nervous, though, for my virgin ass. I've had a lot of sex since I started slutting it up in freshman year of college. I'm not squeamish about getting down and dirty by any means. But never have I been fucked back there, and no one has ever taken both of my holes at the same time.

Blast it.

Am I getting in over my head?

A flush creeps up my neck. "I haven't done anything like this with anyone before."

Nicco's hand finds the small of my back. His palm slides down my curves to cup my cheek, giving it a comforting squeeze. "Neither have I."

"Really?"

He coughs. "I have tried... other things. But not this."

"So," I remark in a dry manner, "I'll be your first?"

Nicco smiles and nods. "Hard to believe, no? A fuckboy like me."

I chuckle under my breath. "I feel honored."

"Are you nervous?"

"A little."

"I will take care of you," he assures me, "and we can stop at any time if it gets to be too... overwhelming."

This eases my trepidation. "Okay..."

Nicco is usually a bit of a dominant ass in bed. But, right now, there's a gentleness in his tone. It feels more like we're about to make love rather than fuck.

With care, he nudges me onto the sleeping bag once more and positions himself between my legs. He's kneeling over me. I'm lying flat on my back. His palms glide up my naked thighs. Both thumbs hook onto the sides of my underwear. He tugs downward and tosses the scrap of cotton aside.

String lights twinkle above me. The mood is completely opposite to how I felt moments ago. My lust-fueled aggression has all but dissipated. As I stare up at him, completely naked and vulnerable, a ridiculous wave of shyness washes over me. It's almost like we're about to have sex for the first time. Like we're both virgins again or something. Nicco and I are about to fuck each other in a way that's completely new for both of us. It excites me to know that we'll be exploring this depraved, uncharted territory together.

Nicco's hungry gaze rakes over me as though he can't decide what to touch first. I slide my hands up his broad, solid chest and pull him toward me. Despite the threats surrounding us, his closeness soothes me. I'm less afraid whenever Nicco is close by. I breathe him in, reveling in the familiar scent of him, in the weight of his larger body guarding mine. This calm I feel in his presence is rivaled only by the fire he awakens in me. He stares down at me, and the intense emotion in his eyes sears my soul. It reflects everything I feel for him as well.

This fierce connection of ours makes no fucking sense. We couldn't be any more different. He was born into prestige and wealth. In comparison, I come from nothing but a broken family. He's a free spirit. I'm caged by my past. Nicco and I have barely known each other for two months. Yet, if I believed in fairytales, I think Nicco would very well be my prince in shining Armani. If I believed in love, Nicco would be The One I've been waiting for this whole time.

He changed for me, and I'm changing because of him.

Nicco shuffles down my body. I feel his lips smile against my inner thigh. He kisses me.

There.

My back arches as he coaxes a light moan from me. His tongue traces teasing circles around my clit, not quite touching, but it's enough to make me gasp and writhe. Pleasure pulses alongside every beat of my heart. He laps at my slit and nips at my folds. I feel my wetness trickling down my thighs. His fingers enter me, curling up, to find that magical spot up top. My eyes roll toward the ceiling in gratitude.

Nicco's lips close around my clit. Bliss sings through my veins as he sucks on it. His tongue swirls around and around, and I'm lost in a fog of ecstasy.

My legs start to shake. Hell, my whole body is shaking. My trembling hands find their way to his hair, grasping the thick, dark strands. His arms loop under my thighs, yanking my pussy even closer to him. Flushed and lightheaded from pleasure, I grind myself into his face. Through hooded eyes, I notice that one of his large hands wrapped around his dick, jerking himself off, as he eats me like I'm going to be last meal on earth.

He groans into my cunt while fisting his cock, "Non ho mai voluto nessuno come voglio te. Se dovessi innamorarmi, sceglierei te. Stasera. Domani. Sempre."

I don't understand a word of his Italian, but it's sexy as fuck. His voice fuels my desire. "Oh, God, Nicco, don't stop, please don't stop..."

For once, he listens to me. On and on, Nicco worships me in this way. I'm going mindless with want and need. I feel myself edging toward oblivion, but I don't want to come like this. Perverse bitch that I am, I want to come with Nicco while he's fucking my pussy and my ass.

I don't know whether to be delighted or dismayed when Nicco continues playing between my legs as though he has all the time in the world. He's being so tender and thorough. It weakens me. Much like the way I matched his prickish energy earlier, I'm mirroring his softness now. But I'm growing impatient. I need Nicco to get to the main event before I fall apart. I decide to do something that would've been unthinkable five minutes ago.

I beg for it.

My fingers tighten in his hair. "Please, please, please, baby, I-I..."

"What do you need?" he mutters hoarsely. "Tell me."

Heat floods my core. Another gush of wetness flows out of me. "I think I'm ready for... more."

Green eyes darken to black. He echoes in low tones, "More?"

I don't hesitate to remind him, "You promised to fuck me like I've never been fucked before."

He glances up at me. "Is that what you want?"

"Hell, yes."

A smirk tugs on the corner of his mouth. "And, to think, I was trying to go slow like a gentleman."

"That's lovely and all," I pant in desperation, "but I don't want to come without you, and I can't hold back much longer."

His nostrils flare. I can tell Nicco adores what I just revealed as he gives his dick another firm, self-loving tug. It visibly pulsates in his hand. From there, he doesn't need another word of encouragement.

Nicco dips his thumb into my cunt, dousing it with my own slickness before he starts circling the rosebud between my asscheeks. He spits on me to wet it even more before circling my untouched hole. He massages it, readying for entry. To my surprise, pleasure starts tingling everywhere. Once I relax into his touch, he pushes in. I gasp and tense up at the invasive sensation. The unfamiliar stretch feels wicked as his thumb drives deeper and deeper inside me.

"Oh, fuck," I whimper.

"Stay with me, baby, do not fight it," Nicco mutters in an encouraging manner. "This will feel good once you get used to it."

"Okay, okay, I trust you, baby..."

With his thumb in my ass and his fingers in my pussy, Nicco fucks me with his hand. Instinctively, my hips move with him. In time, I sink into our rhythm. I moan when pleasure rises and soars. Nicco is moaning, too. I steal a look in his direction and see that he's still jerking himself off. Angry-looking veins are now protruding up and down his shaft as though demanding more attention. Yet, Nicco gives it the very opposite. He chooses this moment to let go of his cock.

Using his free hand, he reaches for the lube and lathers up the shaft of the dildo. My eyes round out when I realize what's about to happen next. He removes both hands from me to secure it around his waist. The leather straps lock in place, fitting the dildo snugly right beneath his dick. I gape in awe, mesmerized by the lewd silhouette of his two shafts jutting away from his body like beautifully formed twin monstrosities.

Fucking hell.

Will they both... fit?

I don't have much time to stress over this worry. Nicco is already back between my legs, lining up the head of his pierced cock with my cunt and positioning the dildo for my ass.

"Spread yourself," he growls softly.

I do as I'm told. "Like this?"

"Wider," Nicco orders.

I obey again, splaying my thighs until they feel stretched to the limit. Leaning forward, he starts easing himself into my holes. There's only a bit of resistance before he slips in with a barely audible pop. Then, he keeps thrusting in a little before pulling out then thrusting even more. My breathing picks up speed as I will my muscles to accommodate the ungodly size of him.

Both.

Of.

Him.

It's a real tight fit. Inch by fucking inch, he fills me up to the brim, and I've never felt so crammed to capacity in my life. It doesn't hurt, but I wince slightly, nevertheless. I'm not used to this fullness yet. My pleasure has dulled from the explosive tidal wave to a low, buzzing hum. Nicco picks up on my faltering expression right away, "You alright?"

I shuffle beneath him to get more comfortable. "I think so."

"Do you want me to... stop?"

"No." I smile faintly. "Keep going, okay? I want this. I want you. I want this with you."

"I want it with you, too," Nicco rasps with a strained look on his handsome face. "Dio. You have no idea how badly I want you."

He gives another push. I slide my hands around his shoulders and thread my fingers together behind his neck, drawing him to my chest. "Oh, God, Nicco!"

"You are doing so good, baby. Just a little more," Nicco groans. "You feel so fucking perfect."

He gives one last pump, and, suddenly, both his cock and the dildo are tucked inside me as far as they can go. My legs wrap around his waist as Nicco begins to fuck me. He moves in slow, gentle strokes. Unrushed. Deliberate. Delicious. My hips start moving, too, fucking him back. He moans in approval. Gasping. Grunting. Nicco thrusts again and again. Both shafts impale me to the hilt. Tears sting my eyes. I'm overwhelmed. Only with him can such a carnal act feel so achingly intimate.

No one but Nicco has ever taken me so completely in mind, body, and soul. As I stare into his eyes, resolve sets in me. No matter what happens in the days to come, I want to give myself to this man. Wholly.

Deeply.

Selflessly.

As I gaze into Nicco's face, my heart swells and sings. I'm growing to love this feeling of being strained beyond limit. Of being fucked so thoroughly and fully.

Ecstasy surges between us as we merge as one. Every one of his muscles tightens around me, almost vibrating with restraint, as he drives the slow, steady cadence of our fucking. There's a glazed shine in his eyes. Nicco seems like he's ascending to heaven. I fly right alongside him. With every stroke, my pussy pounds with its own fucking heartbeat. With every thrust, my ass wants more. It feels amazing. I'm rammed to the brim, being double penetrated like a whore, but I've never felt more cherished or whole.

Because it's Nicco's arms that are wrapped around me.

Because Nicco is the one fucking me.

Because Nicco is fast becoming my everything.

***

NICCO

Dio.

Have I died and gone to heaven?

Pleasure courses through my entire body as I push into Aria. My cock is one happy fucker right now. He is being milked and sucked by the world's sweetest, tightest, little cunt. I can feel the underside of my shaft rubbing against the length of the dildo through the thin tissue separating them. It is a wickedly sinful sensation. Both of her holes are mine. My cock is inside her pussy while my dildo owns her ass. A wave of very smug male satisfaction washes over me. To be the only man who has ever possessed her in such a way pleases me greatly.

In and out, in and out, I fuck my girl like a machine. Not too fast. Nor too hard. I restrain myself because I do not wish to hurt Aria. I am struggling to hold back, though. Her tits keep bouncing from the force of my thrusts. Every breath, every touch, and every sensation drives me closer to orgasm. Fuck me if this is not the most erotic sight I have ever seen in my life.
As though determined to test the limits of my self-control, Aria starts raining kisses all over my face and neck like her life depends on it. "God, Nicco, what are you doing to me? I love it. I hate it. I can't get enough of you. My heart feels like it's about to burst."

I am also ready to explode. My desperate, throbbing dick is about to blow, but it is my heart that needs release. It physically pains me to resist Aria's pull. Every beat and every pulse has grown too intense to house any other emotions. Right then, against my better judgment, I decide to push aside as many suspicions and doubts about Aria as I can.

How can I expect her to trust me when I do not trust her?

At this point, I do not want to hold back anymore. Aria is an ocean I would gladly drown in, perilous though she may be.

Gruffly, I growl, "Hai reclamato così tanto del mio cuore che potrei non chiamarlo mai più mio."

"What did you say?" Aria demands.

You have claimed so much of my heart that I may never call it my own again.

"Just that," I grunt, "you are in my heart, principessa."

Aria falls quiet for a moment.

"Does this mean," she finally dares to ask, "you believe in love?"

"No."

"No?"

"But," I confess as my gaze pierces hers, "whenever I look at you, the impossible seems possible."

As soon as these words fall forth, my chest aches with some kind of emotion. It scares me. It emboldens me. Beyond these twinkling lights and hanging bedsheets, there is a world of danger awaiting us. But, here, we are safe. She is mine, I am hers, and I forget the rest.

Cazzo.

This shit feels a lot like lo—

No.

No.

No.

It cannot be.

"I feel the same way about you," she whispers.

I push in.

"Is this what it feels like to fall in love?" I muse.

Her legs tighten around me.

"God, I fucking hope so," Aria sighs softly.

We share a look.

Neither of us is brave enough to say I love you out loud, but those three little words envelope this moment, lingering in the air, twining us together as we continue to fuck our hearts out and, at last, find release together.