Unspoken - 23. Interlewd Two

I woke to an… unusual sensation. We were in bed, and Nicolo had me tight against his chest, and we were laying on our left sides. His left arm underneath mine, crossed my own chest about nipple height, keeping me close. His other hand was rested on my stomach just below my navel. His sleepy breath soft on the back of my neck, his curly chest hair soft against my smooth back. None of this was unusual. My left leg was straight down, and my right was cocked up, that knee bent. His groin pressed right up against my bum, the trimmed-short hair almost ticklish against me. I was hard. He was hard as well and slightly, ever so slightly, humping me. Still nothing unusual. It wasn’t uncommon for either one of us to awaken inside the other’s mouth. A great way to wake up, and a great way to wake him up.

What was unusual was that yes, we were nude – Bryce was sleeping over at Ethan’s house with Kyle and Alex – and that instead of his cock pointing upward, trapped between my cheeks and his tummy, it was running between my legs, against my perineum, and I could feel his head rubbing the inside of my right thigh. I started slightly rocking back against his minute movements, and I heard him softly snore “morbido e liscio” into the back of my neck.

Well, yes, soft and smooth. I was lucky enough that I did enter puberty, though late at the age of seventeen, but apart from armpits and a bit around my groin, I’ve only ever grown vellus hair. I trim my pubic mound and shave my testicles for comfort, just as Nicolo does, but alas, true body hair will never be mine. I mean, people often tell me they’re jealous of my apparent lack of aging, but it’s more of a pain in the ass – the bad kind not the good kind – than it is a blessing.

Oh shit, he’s humping a bit harder now. I tensed my tummy and used my legs to slowly move my bum away from his groin. If he wanted to have some fun, even unconsciously, he wasn’t going to remain unconscious for it. I managed to get some distance between myself and his cock, and he groaned out sleepy disappointment. It didn’t take too long to unwind him from around me, and he managed to stay asleep as I did so, too. I crept out of bed, and made a quick stop in the bathroom to grab Fleet enema bulb, before sneaking to one of the spare bedrooms farther away.

A long half hour later, I snuck back into the bedroom to see my Nico was still asleep, but he’d rolled onto his back in my absence, creating an enticing tent in the sheet. I giggled to myself about how he’s complaining that we haven’t been camping in forever. Going to have to poke fun at him later over this.

We both had lube in our bedside tables, and luckily enough we still had the strawberry flavored one that he likes. I spread some on my fingers, crouched next to the bed like some perv hiding and watching, and used two fingers to start preparing myself. It didn’t take long before I felt ready enough, my Nico would surely help. I licked what remained of the lube off my fingers, and made my way around to his side of the bed. I gently, slowly, lifted the sheet off him, working it down until he was bare. Not even a shiver. He was a fucking furnace sometimes, our bed is never cold even in the winter in Firenze.

I climbed over him as quietly as I could so as not to disturb him, and shifted so I was bent over on hands and feet facing his erection, mine almost pointing right at his face. I lowered myself down until I was resting on his chest, my cock already leaking pre at the mere thought of tasting my husband, legs spread wide to present myself, and put my weight on him. Compared to him I weighed nothing, between 95 and 110 depending on several factors, against his 195-205. Half his weight. A hundred pounds is nothing to sneeze at for the average person, but my Nico loved his gym time, and he had the musculature to prove it. Back to the task at hand. The head of his cock bobbed less than an inch from my face, and I smoothed my hair back behind my ears, not having put a tie in it, and reached my tongue forward to give the head a gentle poke. It twitched harder, and when it dropped back to being mostly unmoving, I reached my neck out and took it in my mouth. I heard a gasped “Sì” from behind me, and I shifted further to take as much into my mouth as I could. It was difficult to take it all, with me being small, but I gave what I could fit as much pleasure as my tongue, lips, and throat could manage. I licked his crown, pressing my top teeth against where his foreskin wrinkled the slightest at the underside just below his head. Sucked, nibbled, licked, laved, pressing my tongue against his slit, and gripping the shaft with a hand, giving it a squeeze here and there as I slowly moved it up and down. His hips started lightly humping again, and I timed bobbing to it, sliding in as he pushed up, sliding out as he pulled back. For minutes I ate his cock, stroked his shaft, before letting it pop out of my mouth. I leant a bit further down, still stroking him, to lick and nibble at his testicles, which had drawn up a bit in the absence of the sheet. The smooth orbs got a tongue bath as well, first one, then the other, and I continued a light slow stroke as I did so. He should be waking up soon, I hoped. I desperately wanted him inside me.

I nipped at the underside of the base of his cock, and pressed two fingers into his perineum, circling them to massage his prostate. A nice moan escaped my hunky Italian as he awoke, and I heard him follow that with a moan of my name.

“Aaaaaaaaaleeeeeeex,” he was breathing heavily already. “Seite peccatori,” he exclaimed. I lifted a bit to look back, to see his eyes just peeking at me over my cheeks. I saw him look at my hole, and his eyes blinked and widened as he saw it was glistening and wet. He lifted his hands, running fingers up my sides, pulling a pleasant shiver from me, before one of his large palms pulled at one cheek, and he ran a fingertip across my hole. I twitched in pleasure, and resumed sucking and stroking his shaft.

“Alex, ti sei già lubrificato?” He asked. I gave his shaft a single firm squeeze. I heard him sniff. “Fragola?” I gave him another firm squeeze. “Seite davvero peccatori.” He moaned.

I had to release him as he grasped my hips, holding me tight as he shifted himself up the bed a bit, making it easier for him to - oh! – start licking me there. I shivered as he did so, and could only cross my arms on his tummy as he pushed it inside me. He pulled back only a moment later, and using one hand, lifted me by the hip, taking my balls in his mouth, poking and prodding at my hole with his other fingers. I started panting heavily, his tongue teasing my balls and the base of my dripping cock, fingers pressing probing just there against my prostate. The hand holding me shifted me down just enough that my own cockhead was barely touching his chest, and he moved me back and forth a bit, providing a tiny bit of pre lubed friction. I gasped and twitched as he tortured me with his fingers, his tongue, his chest, and most of all his breath hot and wet against me as he did all this. I wasn’t intending on anything quite like this, but all of this buzzing pleasure around my groin brought me off. I huffed through an orgasm, spilling myself on his chest, spurt after spurt, and he moaned around me as I did so, stilling the in-and-out movement of his fingers but still pressing my prostate. Breathing heavily he pulled his face back, and set me back down, soaking my still twitching cock and balls in the puddle of cum on his chest. I grasped his shaft again, and restarted my stroking. I couldn’t take him in my mouth again, I was still panting, but I licked when I could. I heard his bedside drawer open and close, and I heard a cap pop open. I would guess he was lubing up a couple fingers, but he spoke again as I quickly fought my breathing under control. “Succhiami, Alex, per favore.” I did so, with relish, thinking fuckit to myself and forcing myself down on him to the hilt, just at the same time as he sank two fingers deep inside my, hot against my insides, spreading to stretch me. I quivered around his cock as he basically spitroasted me by himself, and it was wonderful. He timed his pressing with my bobbing as he opened me up for him, eventually adding more lube and a third finger. I was barely able to keep sucking by this point, my breathing was so erratic, and I felt like I was already approaching a second orgasm. I squeezed his shaft firmly twice to tell him to stop, and he stilled instantly. I took a few heartbeats to get myself under control, and I managed to lift myself up off him, turning around, and sitting on his tum with my legs straddling him. I grabbed the abandoned lube, and squirted some into a hand, my Nico’s eyes hazed with lust, watching me. I reached behind me to coat his shaft, teasing the head a bit with fingertips, before closing the cap on the lube, dropping it off the bed. Lubed hand still on his shaft, my other flat against his tum right in front of me, I lifted myself up, looking him straight in the eye, and slid slid back so his tip was right at my hole, prepared and ready to dive in. His right hand reached up and tweaked one of my nips, his left hand resting on my right thigh, and he smiled a wonderful smile at me. “Ti amo, Alex” he whispered, and tweaked the nip again. I started lowering myself, and my hole, very familiar with his head, blossomed open around him, closing around his ridge, before opening back up to the penetration in one smooth move. Start to finish it took only seconds before I was sitting on his groin, his cock deep inside me where it belonged, filling me up with it’s warm silky firmness. My head dropped back in pleasure, and my eyes fluttered shut, but I wasted no time, using my well-exercised thighs to lift myself off him, before dropping back down. Up and down, up and down, smooth long strokes as I rose and fell on him, the angle causing him to slide against my prostate with every movement. I made the effort to face my Nico again, his hand still occasionally tweaking my nips, and we shared a smile. “Molto bello, molto bello” he hummed to me, and he started moving his own hips in unison. His left hand moved from my thigh to my face, cupping my cheek before lifting up to stroke my shaved scalp. My neck fluttered and my hole twitched tighter in response to his touch there. His right hand grasped my cum-covered cock, and he started wanking me along with his thrusts. I still did most of the work, I loved riding him. I tensed my muscles tight around him each time I rose and fell, eliciting small gasps and moans as he watched me, his hand and the pleasure within bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I wanted him to reach completion too, before I did so a second time, and I couldn’t help hut turn my head into his palm, lifting up and placing mine over it, kissing his palm, squeezing and bouncing and riding for all I was worth as he wanked and fucked me and massaged my scalp, staring into each-other’s eyes all the time as I willed him to hear me repeat his name in my head, Nico Nico Nico.

“Sono vicino, sono vicino, sono vicino” he repeated, panting as I felt him quivering beneath me. I nodded into our hands, I was getting dangerously close too. “Sto sborrando” he breathed, and I could feel it happening as I stopped with him as deep as he could go, his shaft twitching, filling me up with his warm juice, and I bit as his palm but not hard, and started my second orgasm, spilling on his tum and his chest again through his fingers, still working on my cock as I shot and shot. I was panting as heavily as he was, moaning inside just as he was, and feeling satisfied just as I knew he was. I began to flop bonelessly forward, but he caught me, and lowered me to his chest, claiming my mouth with his, still inside me. Our tongues fought and danced as we kissed, each of us sending love and adoration without speaking or sign. When he pulled me back, he laughed at what was surely a soppy look on my face, as there always was after a good solid fucking. He lifted me just enough for him to gently slip free, and he somehow managed to climb off the bed and stand without letting me go. He carried my jello-boned body towards the bathroom with a loving laugh. “Ci serve una doccia, amore.”

I was already ready to sleep again, when we’d basically just woken up. He did that to me though. Wore me out just by being himself. I knew he wouldn’t let anything happen to me in the shower. He took such good care of me, my Nico.