Rico sticks out his tongue and rubs his piercing across my lower lip. My mouth opens automatically, my heart beating so hard it’s all I hear for a moment.
“Huh?” he whispers, before licking the roof of my mouth.
When he closes his lips on mine, my whole body shudders.
Rico’s other hand clamps down on my lower back, crushing me to him.
That log is even harder now, stabbing my pelvic area.
My moans are muted, as he swallows them over and over. This kiss… fuck, this kiss.
I’m insatiable.
My arms wrap around his neck at the same time he cups my ass and hoists me up. We never stop kissing, even when he sits on my bed.
His hands don’t settle in one place. One second they’re squeezing my ass. The next, one is cupping the back of my neck, while the other rubs across my back.
My fingers scratch across his scalp as our lips continue to knead each other.
I always wondered about his tongue piercing. I know he got it after he was discharged. He always talked about how after the Marines he would get tattoos and piercings. At one point in time, he said my name would be his first tattoo. Did he ever get any? How many women did he kiss with this piercing?
I lean back, suctioning the metal ball with my lips. With a gentle tug, Rico grins, his dimples showing in a way that makes me want to swoon.
“I hate you, Snow.”
He snatches away from me before I can bite his fucking tongue.
“Scary,” I hiss.
“Ya mama.”
“Fuck you!”
Rico arches a brow. “You want me to?”
My eyes stretch, making Rico snicker.
“You want me to fuck you? Want me to stretch that tight pussy out?”
My lips part. My eyebrows pull.
He can’t be serious.
He drags his piercing across his lip before winking at me. “Who’s scary now?”
“Pull it out,” I blurt, hating myself. Hating after all these years, he can still call my bluff.
This is exactly how I lost my virginity in the first place.
One hand collars my throat, while the other undoes the button of his jeans and pulls down his fly.
A few shimmies, and a python cosplaying as Rico’s dick jumps out of his boxers and winks at me, too.
Wait…
“Rico,” I whisper, my hand reaching for what I can’t believe is…
“Does it hurt?”