TW!
SMUT!
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Micheal
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I lifted her shirt more, hearing her breath shake as she dropped her head back.
I just exposed her breasts and those familiar, bright pink nipples that contrasted her darker skin tone.
I smiled a little. “Wow, non indossi il reggiseno? Naughty girl.”
Wow, you’re not wearing a bra?
She breathed shakily. “I don’t know what you’re saying, but I know you’re mocking me.”
I chuckled, pulling the shirt to the top of her chest when I looked at her face. “You’re not wearing a bra, angelo.”
“Well, I didn’t have time to wear a bra when I was kidnapped, okay?” she said.
“Why weren’t you wearing a bra?” I asked her. “We took you at like three in the evening.”
When she didn’t respond, I chuckled.
“In the bathroom?” I said. “Thinking of me?”
“Stop it,” she said through a laugh. “You asshole.”
I just smiled. “I’m just messing, angelo.”
The moment I noticed the bigger and darker bruises on her beautiful skin, anger swelled inside me.
“I know angelo means, angel,” she told me then, making me gaze up curiously. “So why do you call me chica? Isn’t that Spanish for girl? I don’t think chica is Italian.”
“Oh, so Mae knows Spanish but not Italian,” I said gently as I spread the ointment on my hands. “I see how it is.”
“You know what?” she replied. “They don’t teach Italian in high school, okay?”
“Yes, I know Spanish, too, Angelo. I was in your class.”
I set my hands on her breasts then, and she whimpered.
“Sorry, il mio bambino,” I told her. “I’m trying to be gentle.”
“I know...” she said. “They’re just... raw-er, I guess?”
“I can tell,” I replied, lightly rubbing the ointment on. “The bruises are darker.”
After I finished, I just smiled and lightly ran my fingers over her nipples.
She gasped, arching her back. “Hey!”
I did it again, loving her reaction.
“Stop it,” she started laughing, “you’re going to make them go numb with the medicine, silly!”
I stopped then. “Why are you so insistent on them not being numb? Are you planning something, Mae?”
She smiled. “Maybe.”
I ran my thumbs over them again, hearing her gasp. “Well, you’re not doing things to yourself, anymore, Angel. I’m first.”
She pouted. “Don’t be mean.”
“That’s the definition of me, Angelo. I’m mean and ruthless.”
“But I am special,” she told me.
I laughed a little.
It was good to have her back.
I’d been angry, and I was angry, but right now I was going to focus on her.
“Nooooo!” she said, struggling against the bed. “They’re going numb!”
I chuckled, spreading the ointment on my finger again. “Oh, you had another favorite spot, didn’t you?”
She glared. “No, bad, Micheal.”
I just smirked and slipped my finger under her pants.
“No, not there!” she struggled against me, and I used my other arm to hold her down. “I don’t want that to be numb! How else am I going to come?”
I lightly ran the ointment over her clit, hearing her moan and tip her head back. “I don’t know,” I told her. “That’s gotta suck, huh?”
“Micheal, that’s cruel!” she said then, still moaning.
“Try to enjoy this a little less and I might believe you.”
She turned her head to the side. “Oh, it's getting all tingly. Ah!”
I chuckled despite my dick starting to push against my jeans.
Aw, I missed her. I missed this.
She could never resist me: she’d be pissed, and I’d touch her, and then she’d immediately succumb.
It’s been years and she still loved this.
She still... loved me.
I rubbed her a little faster, making her drop her head back. “Micheal, you asshole!”
“That’s not a nice name, Angelo.”
She sobbed a little. “Please, hurry! I’m close! Hurry!”
I chuckled. “Already? My, my. I seriously hope the numbness doesn’t take over before you come.”
She arched her back, clearly hitting the edge.
But I pulled away, hearing her sob in response as her body shook from denial.
“My hand’s cramping,” I shook it off, smirking as she groaned in annoyance. “Give me a second.”
She thrashed her legs out, clearly irritated. “Micheal!”
I chuckled when she settled back down, sobbing in annoyance.
“Oh, sorry, did I take too long?” I asked her.
The numbness clearly got completely to the core.
She just rolled over and glared at me. “I hate you.”
I smiled. “That’s a strong word, Angelo.”
She sighed, sitting up, but I pushed her back down.
She glared at me again. “What?”
I tipped my head to the side. “Who’s going to prevent you from touching yourself when the numbness fades?”
“Micheal, don’t be mean,” she said.
I just lay down with her, making her draw in a breath when I pulled her against me. “I’m not mean, just needy.”
She groaned and rubbed her legs together. “It’s throbbing, but I can’t satisfy it.”
“Yeah, life sucks sometimes.”
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