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"You really love me?" He speaks softly, lips only centimetres from mine. "You mean it?"
I laugh, cupping his face in my hands. "Of course I do." I take the flower from him and take it to the sink, placing it in a glass of water and setting that on the table. "How could I not?"
He blinks and looks down at his intertwined hands. "Look at me."
I smile, saddened by his view of himself. "I am. Do you know what I see?"
"What?"
"A kind, smart, wonderful man who I want to spend my life with. I don’t care how you look, I love you."
He kisses me again, his caress so full of love. I take his hand and glide it over my hip, his breath catches and I grin. "Do you want to touch me, Sal?" I run a finger over his lower lip. "I want you to touch me."
He blinks, looking between his hand on my dress and my face. "But you said you’d never-"
I stop him, shushing him with a finger to his lips. "Forget what I said, listen to what I’m saying. I - want us to make love."
He blinks, gaping and nods, hand squeezing my hip. "I haven’t- I’ve never…"
I laugh, cupping his cheek. "I know, it’s okay. We can take it slow."
I feel him nod as he kisses me. "Okay."
Guiding his hands I pull at the skirt of my dress until the material is bunched at my hip. "Take this off for me?"
He does as he’s told and I notice not for the first time how he seems to flourish when following orders. As my dress slips over my head and he places it aside, I run a hand over his shoulder. "Good boy. You’re doing so well." I speak in my best impression of a sultry purr and watch as he melts back against me.
"Really?" His eyes sparkle and I assure him I mean it.
He kisses me again, hand cupping my cheek and letting me slip a hand beneath his coat. I push the leather to the floor and pull him closer, careful to be gentle on his sensitive back.
I stand before him utterly brazen despite not wearing anything at all. I smile as he stares.
"Do you like what you see?" I ask teasingly.
He nods dumbly as though transfixed. "Definitely. Your body is beautiful."
"Show me how much you like it." I speak, lips centimetres from his. Again when commanded he comes alive. His hands wrap around my waist and he lifts me into the air, carrying me the few feet to the bed. He drops me and I laugh, bouncing a little. He stands before me staring as I lay on my back, legs bent at the knee and breasts heaving with my breath.
"I love your body. I want to worship every part. You are so damn perfect."
"Come here." I beckon with one finger, watching him hesitate for a second before crawling onto the sheets.
"What is it?" I ask, leaning up and cupping his face. His eyes display nerves.
"I want to make you feel good but I- I don’t know how."
I hum, trying my best to appear gentle and non-threatening.
"Well.." I begin. "I have always wondered how it would feel if you used your tongue. Why don’t we start there?"
He nods
"Whatever you want."
"Good. Now just let me guide you." I cup his cheek, pressing his face to the inside of my leg. Starting there he presses sloppy kisses to my flesh, lips trailing up my thigh.
"That’s it, keep going." I encourage him, hands resting in his hair.
He reaches the top of my thigh and i settle back. I can feel his breath ghosting my skin.
"How many times have you thought about touching me like this?" I purr, one leg draping over his back.
I hear his breath catch and he flusters for a second before seemingly deciding to play me at my own game.
"Since I first set eyes on you." He breathes heavy, face nestled between my legs and centimetres from where I want him to be. "I wanted desperately to please you…" In a move all too bold for him he runs a finger against my sex, flushing when he finds an excited wetness waiting for him.
My breath catches more from surprise than from the sensation but he appears encouraged to keep going. His touch becomes more firm, fingers sliding upwards and suddenly something clicks.
"Yeah… keep doing that….. that feels nice."
I rock my hips along with his fingers, breathing faster and getting there but not close enough, not yet.
"I need more…"
I slip one hand over his, guiding his fingers until I reach what I’m looking for. "Here.." I pant. "I want your tongue here."
He nods, leaning in. "Anything you want."
At first he’s awkward, his tongue pressed flat to my sex as he fumbles without direction but after a moment and a little encouragement he works up a rhythm. His tongue is thick and so warm that within minutes I’m squirming my hips and both my hands are fisted In his hair. I discover quickly that if I pull his hair he lets out little whining sounds which send euphoric vibrations through my body.
"Fuck.. oh fuck, Sal that feels so good. You’re doing so good." I encourage him, voice high and needy with lust.
As expected he moans against me and rolls his tongue faster, ever eager to please.
"Right there! Ah God, keep going… I’m so fucking close.."
Desperate, I buck my hips in his face and my legs go rigid either side of his head.
I release my death grip on his hair as I reach my peak. I come undone against the sheets, quivering and moaning something resembling his name.
He pulls back and crawls up the bed to kiss me as I lay sweaty and basking in the afterglow of my orgasm.
I grin, tasting myself on his tongue and reach for the waistband of his trousers. He is hard and already leaking In my hand, his breath catches at my touch and I wonder how long it’s been since he did this to himself.
"Hey, when was the last time you touched yourself?" I ask, pulling down his slacks and freeing his erection.
He lets out a little gasp, cheeks flushing as I look him over.
"A long time. Not since before.."
I kiss away his shyness, assuring him that I find him quite adorable despite his lack of confidence or experience.
"Keep your eyes on me, okay? I want to look at you while you fuck me." My voice is low again, commanding and he nods.
I cup his face as I lower myself onto his lap. His girth is surprising and my mouth hangs open as I stretch around him.
He wines, shaking beneath me as he sits. Face contorted with pleasure he really is something beautiful.
I fantasise about pushing him onto his back and pinning his arms over his head, riding him until he’s moaning and begging. But he can’t lay that way without considerable discomfort and the last thing I want is to hurt him.
His nails graze my bare skin as he wraps his arms around me, he holds me close to him as we rut together, still desperate for assurance and affection.
"You feel so good." My lips drip praise and his pace speeds up. "You’re such a good boy for me.." his fingers find my outer walls and I can feel my release building. "Sal- Fuck! I love you, I fucking love you." My voice is a growl, primal and desperate. I break off my declaration, words melting into unintelligible sounds and finally a cry of ecstasy as I reach my peak for the second time clenching around him.
He wails, the thrust of his hips becoming erratic inside me and I bare down, fingers lacing with his as he tips over the edge. He pants, head pressed to my shoulder. The lazy kisses he presses to my skin are wet with saliva. We go limp together and I paw at the sheets until we are both wrapped up.
He pulls out and shifts to hold me against him. He radiates warmth, chest heaving as he catches his breath. When I look up at him he’s smiling, eyes alight.
"You are just - wow…" He laughs. "Everything. You are everything. Just the thought that you’re here and you really love me… wow."
I sigh and kiss him. "I do love you. More than you know."
We hold one another in silence for several moments, just listening to the howling of the wind outside.
It’s a long time before I work up the courage to speak.
"I won’t be here forever. I’m not immortal like you but I want to spend whatever time I have left with you. Leave with me. We can make our own family away from all of this. Miranda wants me dead and you can’t hide me forever."
He falters. "But - mother…"
I bristle. "She doesn’t love you, she treats you cruelly. I don’t want to watch her hurt you anymore." I sigh, taking his hands and guiding his gaze to mine. "You said you’d do anything for me, well I’m only going to ask you for one thing. This. Salvatore Moreau, will you run away with me?"
He blinks, tearful for a second and then he squeezes my hand.
"I will. I - I choose you. They won’t notice me gone." He smiles, timid but his eyes are so full of love.
"I’ll take you anywhere you want to go."