Hugely unfinished sneak peak for Hot Dreams! Read at your own discretion it is nastay
He presses his face into her neck, gripping the damp fabric at her sides,
"You really are beautiful..." he murmurs, hiding kisses in her soft skin, nuzzling her not-quite dry hair. Prosciutto just sighs, trying to calm her nerves, hands trying find anywhere on his body to rest. He grabs one and squeezes tightly, wrapping their fingers together, perhaps to reassure her, or himself. The little act of affection moves her regardless.
When he grinds his hips into her, just once, she can feel the result of their embrace pressing into her rear.
"Whats something I can wear?" She tries to interrupt, saying in a way that was less a question and more an invitation. His head pops up to look at her, trying to analyze her inflection.
"We could find you something." He says lowly
Pescis hands are incessant, rubbing and grasping every inch of her torso, they glide over the still slightly wet skin. Prosciutto can only gasp at the sensation, powerless to his affections. His hands grab both of her small breasts, squeezing the soft meat there tightly before focusing on the tender pink buds. The twisting and pinching causes her knees to buckle, head falling back on his shoulder, the middle of her thighs throbbing with each pull.
"Your little tits are so perfect, Prosciutto..." he muses into her ear, continuing the onslaught to her chest, plucking them each one final time before pushing her down forward, her arms catch herself on the edge of the bed frame, now bent at an angle.
Prosciutto barely has time to register her new position before he is trailing kisses down her back and rear, hands grabbing again up and down her hips. She doesnt even realize he's bent down behind her till she feels his lips and breath against the soft skin, gasping as he nips the inner most side of both her thighs, right beside her aching vulva.
"Oh my god-" she tries to pant out before he interrupts her with a cool wet lick to the middle, she cant help but yelp from the sensation.
"Ah-! Wha-" he continues to pull her in more, closing his mouth around her, suckling her in like a sensual kiss. Prosciutto can not believe the sounds coming out of her mouth from his actions. His hand reaches down to join, rolling gentle circles on her slit as he presses his tongue deeper inside. Her arms finally going weak from it, body bent even further forward towards the matress, a pleased sound coming from him at the new position.
His hand and mouth switch one more time, his pointer finger gently circling her opening. Her knuckles are white gripping his blanket, teeth grinding from the almost painful arousal, the blood is too tight. He releases her clit with a vulgar wet sound before he finally slides his digit inside, she nearly shouts from the intrusion. He slowly pushes in and out, inch by inch, until she can feel him pause for a moment, before resuming, not quite pushing all the way. He quickly stops all together, removing himself to her dismay. She tries to turn and see but is surprised by him standing above her once more.
"Prosciutto...?" Leaning forward to rest onto her back, she has a feeling she knows what this is. She cant even answer him, her hand covers her face in attempt to hide the redness, the disheveledness.
"Are you-? Is this your-?"
He smacks his forehead against the top of her back, huffing.
"Have you never done this before?"
Prosciutto just groans, hiding her face in the bed. She tries to curl her legs underneath her and roll away.
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