28 Clothing via Instagram story [1.10.2024], linking to jazz ensemble ezracollective’s post, where trumpeter Ife Ogunjobi wears an as-yet-unreleased 28 football top.
You were lying on Copia's bed. Completely naked, you let your finger run lazy circles over his chest. "What do you want to do, love? Any ideas .... something we have never done before?" you asked, kissing his naked chest.
Copia hummed softly as he reached up to caress your face, tracing your soft features and tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear. He shifted, turning slightly on his side to face you better, and pulled you into his arms with a chuckle.
"Well... there are a *few* ideas I've had for a while..." He paused for a moment, slowly running his fingertips down your bare back before continuing. "Ideas that I think you'll like very much, *amore mio*... But I want you to sit on my face."
"You want what?" you smiled irritated.
Copia chuckled softly, his hand still running up and down your back, his touch making your skin tingle. He moved closer to you, the heat of his body pressing against you as he murmured, his voice low and sultry.
"I want to taste you... with my mouth."
He pulled you even closer, his lips brushing against your neck, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down to your collarbone.
"Are you sure? I mean, I don't want you to choke on me," you laughed.
Copia grinned against your skin, his breath hot and heavy. "I think I can handle it, Tesoro..." He gently pushed you onto your back, his hands roaming over your naked body, the heat between the two of you almost dizzying.
"Besides," he continued, his voice low and raspy, "I've been thinking about this for a long time. I can't get the thought out of my head... I want to taste you on my tongue and feel you all around me."
He leaned closer, kissing his way down your neck, his hands still exploring your body, his touch setting your skin on fire.
"I want to make you feel good... I want to drive you wild..." He whispered, his lips moving along your collarbone, his voice dripping with desire.
You hesitated for a moment, considering his request. Finally, taking a deep breath, you sat up and looked at him.
Copia propped himself up on one elbow and looked up at you with a mixture of lust and affection. He could see the hesitation on your face, the slight flicker of uncertainty in your eyes.
He reached out and gently caressed your cheek with his knuckles. "We don't have to do anything you don't like, *tesoro mio*," he said, his voice soft and reassuring. "We can just stay here and talk if you..."
You moved over his chest, looking down at him.
Copia was interrupted by you, the grin on his lips widening. "Oh? Looks like someone changed their mind..." he said, the hint of a playful chuckle in his voice.
He moved closer to you, his hand caressing your hip as he looked into your eyes. "Are you sure you want to go through with this, *amore mio*?" He asked, his fingers tracing a light path down your thigh.
"Yes!" you nodded. "Ok ..!" you looked down at him, blushing slightly. You had never done that before.
Copia chuckled softly, noticing your embarrassment. He thought you were extremely cute when you blushed like that. He moved closer to you, his hand still tracing feathery circles on your thigh.
"Hey, there's nothing to be embarrassed about, sweetheart," he said, his voice deep and reassuring. "I'm going to talk you through this, OK? Just relax and let me take care of you."
"OK, tell me what to do," you said. "I don't want to hurt you," you looked down at him.
Copia smiled at you reassuringly. "You don't have to worry about hurting me, *amore mio*," he said, squeezing your thigh lightly with his hand. "Just trust me and follow me."
He shifted slightly onto his back, leaning against the pillow. "Now just come up here and straddle my face," he said, gesturing for you to move closer to him.
You took a deep breath and crawled up to his face, positioned yourself over his head and looked down at him.
Copia looked up at you, his eyes filled with lust and desire and a hint of amusement. He placed his hands on your thighs and gently pulled you closer.
"There you go, just like that," he said, his voice low and sultry. "Are you all right?" he asked, wanting to make sure you were comfortable.
Your face flushed. This was more intimate than anything you had ever done with him. You were completely exposed and so close to his face.
Copia could feel your body tense slightly at your position on top of him. He gently stroked your thighs, his hands moving slowly up and down, soothing your nerves.
"Just relax, *tesoro*," he murmured, looking up at you. "I've got you. Let go and let me take care of you. I promise to be gentle."
You looked down at him, you trusted him, and you wanted to feel that now. Slowly you began to lower yourself onto his face.
Copia's hands on your thighs continued to stroke and caress your skin, his touch a reassuring presence. He shifted his position slightly, tilting his head a little more as you slowly lowered yourself towards him.
"That's it," he encouraged, his voice thick with desire. "Just a little more..."
You lowered yourself further. "Like this..." you murmured.
Copia couldn't help but chuckle at your mumbling. He could hear how nervous you were, but he could also see the excitement in your eyes, mixed with the uncertainty.
"Almost there," he said, his hands still gently rubbing your thighs. "You're doing perfect, *tesoro mio..."*
With just a little more pressure from his hands on your thighs, you lowered yourself completely onto his face. Copia gently grabbed your hips to steady you.
You could feel his breath, hot and heavy against your sensitive skin. "Just relax, amore mio, and let me do the work," he murmured,
When his tongue landed on your clit, you immediately grabbed the headboard and looked down at him.
Copia could feel you gripping the headboard, your reaction eliciting a satisfied grunt.
He couldn't resist letting out a soft chuckle. "That good, huh?" he teased, his tongue continuing its lazy movement against you. "That sound... keep making it."
You moaned and began to slowly rock your hips, the feel of his tongue against your clit making you shiver.
Copia hummed in agreement, his grip on your hips tightening a little as you rocked against him. "That's right, use my face," he said.
"Just take what you need, Tesoro..." he murmured, muffled by your core.
His tongue quickened its pace and he could feel your body begin to tremble. It made him feel powerful, knowing he could make you collapse under his touch.
Copia loved the way you responded. The shameless moaning, the way you tasted his tongue. How close you were. He moaned against your core. and grabbed your hips to steady you. his tongue dipped into your entrance, in and out. Almost making you scream.
Copia could feel you unraveling, the way your body moved and shivered. The sound of your moaning was music to his ears, fuelling his own desire. He knew he had you in the palm of his hand,
Copia could feel you unravelling, the way your body moved and trembled. The sound of your moaning was music to his ears, fueling his own desire. He knew he had you in the palm of his hand and he wanted more.
"You're close, aren't you, amore mio? ?" he asked, his voice a deep, gravelly rumble. He gripped your hips tightly.
You felt all your insecurities wash away, all you could feel was him. All you wanted was him.
"Copia....fuck....ahh...don't stop!" you cried out, your whole body shaking.
Copia loved the way you screamed his name, the way you begged him not to stop. It was like music to his ears, inspiring him to go harder, to give you more. He knew he was taking you to the edge.
The sensation was intense and you could feel the orgasm building inside you.
Your moans became shaky. Your hands tightened on his hair. Your hips bucked against him.
Copia held your hips with one hand, his grip firm as he steadied you, while with the other he found your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours.
"Let go, *tesoro*," he panted against you, his voice hoarse with his own desire. "Give into it, I've got you."
You squeezed his hand. Suddenly you felt the orgasm explode inside you, wave after wave of pleasure washing over you. You screamed in ecstasy, your whole body shaking as you experienced one of the most intense orgasms of your life.
Copia could feel you cumming on his tongue, the waves of pleasure washing over you.
He slowed his pace gently, letting you ride out the orgasm before finally pulling away from you. He breathed heavily, his eyes fixed on your exhausted form above him. "Are you all right, darling?" he asked, his voice dripping with satisfaction.
You collapsed beside him, breathing heavily.
Copia took you in his arms and held you close. He stroked your hair and planted a soft kiss on your temple, murmuring words of praise and affection in your ear. "You've done so well, *amore mio*," he said, his voice low and soothing. "So good for me..."
I wrote down things I'm grateful for today (ok yesterday to be exact) and I had Sarah on my mind the entire time. I know this is something she'd do, and I can almost hear her saying she's proud of me, even though I did nothing special. I love you so so so much, you're never gone. I carry your heart with me all the time, I carry it in my heart.
