Nico
Slowly, so slowly as if afraid to shatter the moment, I slid my hands beneath the hem of her tee. The soft fabric slipped over her skin, revealing the warm glow of her shoulders, the gentle rise and fall of her breath beneath my touch.
When her tee pooled around her waist, I let my lips follow the path my hands had, planting soft kisses on every inch of exposed skin, worshipping her curves, the swell of her breasts, the smooth planes of her ribs. Gianna’s breath hitched, a quiet gasp that pulled something deep and aching loose in my chest. Her hands found mine, fingers curling around my wrists.
“Nico…” she whispered, voice trembling with need and something raw beneath it.
I pulled her closer, hands now tracing down the slope of her waist, over the soft curve of her hips. Slowly, r
