Excella lives in the small space of nuance that reflects devotion, care, love. She has known what it means to be hoisted up only to be cast aside when she was no longer deemed valuable, and she has known what it is to lift her own self up and thrive on the pedestal she gave herself. Power, status, wealth, intelligence, all written to her name through nepotism and sheer hard work.
But in moments like these, when his hips are encased between her thighs, when the smooth plane of his chest is pressed against her breasts, when he kisses her neck as she rolls her hips and he gets harder inside of her; in moments like these, none of that seems to matter much. Status and power be damned, Zeno loves her, and that is something she has never had without caveats. (He signed the prenuptial agreement without reading half of it.)
A moan falls from parted lips as his fingers press into her waist and he kisses her jaw, her cheek, the curve of her mouth, pressing his tongue to hers, and god, he tastes of smoke and fine whiskey and the sweetness of her cunt that he had devoured without mercy. She swears in her native tongue when a gasp breaks the kiss, his cock driving deep inside of her, and she might not last much longer. One hand snakes down to touch herself, perfectly manicured nails slipping through soft curls at the apex of her thighs, and it won't take long if he doesn't stop her.
This isn't the first time they'd had sex. He and Excella had been together for quite a while now but it's the first time she'd felt strong enough to 'take the reigns' so to say, something he'd happily rolled onto his back for. She'd performed admirably, just as she did with any task she set her mind to and not for the first time does his head drop back against their shared pillows, Excella absolutely rocking his world like every time they'd become sexually intimate, these precious times he could get away from his so-called 'work'.
No. This wasn't just sex. This was something more, something far greater than any of the silly flings he'd ever had in his life until this point and Zeno briefly wonders how on earth he's managed to last this long without her presence all these long, lonely years. Everything about Excella from her laugh and smile, to her touch and electrifying soul had him wrapped around her little finger and he wonders if she knows just how much she means - how much she'd always meant to him, long before they'd gotten in bed together.
He pulls away from her neck with a particularly keening sound as she rolls her hips languidly over his, pushing him deeper inside of her. Were he a lesser man, the feel of her pussy swallowing his cock would have been enough to tip him over the edge but Zeno is determined to make things last. It wouldn't be long until the Connections call him back from his visit and he wants to make this a special memory for her, theirs being a first with her on top.
And it's far better than anything he's ever had with anyone else. Zeno's right there as she curses, swallowing up every last sound she makes like it's the last source of air on the planet. To him it might as well be - he simply can't get enough of Excella Gionne. The fact that they're married, her being his beautful wife. Yes, he signed that prenup without reading half of it, only wanting her. The way she feels straddled across his hips, sensation of warm thighs pressing him against their shared mattess is a greater addiction than anything he's ever consumed before and he can't help but groan as she bounces on him faster, svelte fingers rubbing desperate circles over her budding clit.
He sucks in a particularly hard breath, relishing the taste of her salty, honey-sweet tones still dancing upon his tongue. His cock twitches and as much as he wants this to go on forever, losing himself to the worship of her body he knows this must end at some point. Didn't mean he'd let her do all the hard work, his hand reaching for hers before pulling it to his waiting lips and presses a fierce kiss on her knuckles before guiding her back to where she was with his fingers included, pressing down on her sensitive bundle of nerves.
"Non fermarti..." He breathes into the shell of her ear, lips brushing over it before he goes right back to kissing her cheek, her jawline, throat, anywhere and every he can possibly reach, hands caressing every last curve of her he can find.
He's sure this is love. He's convinced of it, the way their bodies meld together like this in perfect unison and he moves, hips rolling with ease as he repositions them both. Now Excella lays on her side while he lifts her leg to gain deeper access and thrusts faster than ever, his teeth finding her neck as he savours her like he'd gorged on her pussy all the while praising her in her native tongue as they move together.
They'll never have children. Neither of them were capable of it, her body ravaged by self-inflicted injuries to the point she'd required a hysterectomy while he'd been made sterile by his virus. Neither of that mattered as long as the two of them were alive and together, which was more than he could have ever asked for. Excella had picked him, chosen to marry him despite everything she'd suffered at the hands of the man he'd come from and the kiss he presses to her lips is an earnest one as his hips begin to stutter, his pace growing erratic as he starts to reach his limit.
They'll finish together like this, side by side and he groans as she clamps down again hard, desperate to hold on until she orgasms first. His urgency is made all the clearer as he nuzzles her face with his own, his warm palm on her cheek while golden eyes darken with emotion as he whispers softly into her ear.
"Voglio stare sempre con te." He says and he means every word too, fingers moving with hers as he attempts to make sure they go over the edge together, united as one.
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