—PLATEAU—

(Note: This is a sexy story. If you're in any way offended by the content in this story, then it's not my problem.)

“You wanna know why they call it ‘making love’?” Ricco asked her with a slight twitch in his eyebrow.

“Yeah.” Ginevra answered. “Tell me.”

“When people are making love, they are using their hearts, not just their parts.”

It was half past midnight and the moon shone brightly on the asphalt. Ricco kept looking at her precious beauty but only glances that lasted short. He could feel his inhibitions lowered; the nightlife is the cause. They were walking side-to-side, he slowly crept his hand to hers. Responsive, she tightly closed her hand over his. Ricco could feel her icy hands warming up, even though they both could still feel the humidity from the day before them. Her hair was a bit wet, dripping every sixty feet. It dripped on her shoulder, slowly making its way down where it hid between her breasts. Ricco came close to her and kissed her on her forehead; it was always warm and delicate.

They had reached her residence where she entered through her window. There was a never-ending paranoia that wasn’t unreasonable; anyone could be watching. He waited patiently, staring at the lights that stared at Ricco, cautiously in the front door and the loud scratchy squeaking ended after Ricco had both feet inside. His stomach was filled with butterflies; he was anxious, nervous, but he knew how to keep his cool.
 

She glanced back at Ricco with a primal lust in her eyes. Her hands signaled him to follow; like a dog, he followed. She entered a room and sat on the bed. Ricco straggling behind stopped at the door.

“C’mere.” She demanded.

Ricco walked and stood in front of her. He put his arms around her head and sat right next to her. He put his hand on her neck and came close for just a kiss. They ended up lying on the bed, face to face. Ricco’s lips explored her neck, her face, her being. Her fruitful scent came through the tiny openings in her clothes; Ricco took in every bit he could. His hands warmed her arms, deftly removing the straps from her shoulders. They landed half-way until Ginevra stopped it from taking her whole purple silk nighty with it. She smiled a curious smile, lust in her smile. Ricco brushed his lips against her neck, with a warmth that followed his lips, he warmed her between her breasts. Ricco grabbed the nighty with his teeth and slowly undressed her, revealing her perfect breasts.

With his hands, he encircled her breasts, touching them ever so slightly.

With every touch, she gasped at the sensation she felt from his touch.

                Ricco’s imposing hands held Ginevra at her sides, riding her curves, kissing her lips, his descending toward her breasts. Eyes closed, Ginevra could smell Ricco’s slight musk, his very scent. It hit her like an over-sprayed room, but she liked it. Like a feline, she passionately kissed and licked Ricco’s broad shoulders. Ricco’s hands grasped at her ample butt, squeezing them like melons. With her nighty between his fingers, he pulled it down to her legs where Ginevra removed it fully. In two or three deft motions, Ricco’s clothes were gone like magic. Ginevra took her hand to explore his body, his broad shoulders, his chest to his abs, his hips. Ricco stopped Ginevra from going any further by descending toward her. Ginevra felt something grazing below her belly, something warm and rigid. With a kiss that welcomed him into her, Ricco’s member slid around Ginevra’s wet area, encircling around like a shark to its quarry. Ginevra felt the head of it slowly entering her. Well lubricated by Ginevra’s lust, Ricco’s shaft slid in like a hot knife into butter. Lips locked, they both moaned to themselves, breathing hard through their nose. Ginevra playfully bit Ricco’s bottom lip, but bit harder as Ricco started to exit her. Ginevra started to squirm as Ricco started keeping a pace, a slow Classical tempo. Ginevra could feel his manhood reaching every part of her self. Ricco grabbed the inner thighs of her legs with his hearty hands. In and out, his sweaty being changed rhythm and upped the pace. Like Salsa beats, Ricco danced the tempo like a mage. With every thrust, Ginevra’s breathing started getting exasperated, and slowly being replaced by moans.

Suddenly, Ricco stopped to regain his momentum. Not to ruin the moment, Ricco stood Ginevra on top of himself, holding her by her hips. Ricco made a swift crescendo of tempo. Ginevra tried to stay still; Ricco came up to her and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them ever so gently. Quickly, the pace was increased. Ricco’s hands set her steady in her place. Her breasts were dancing erratically to the rhythm. In and out, in and out. Ginevra arched her back, lifting her hips barely. She grabbed Ricco by his hair and came next to his ear, screaming ever so loudly the ecstasy Ricco was giving her, her breasts landing on Ricco’s sweaty chest. Making a perfect triangle with his hands, Ricco grabbed Ginevra’s butt with his hands for leverage.

“Faster!”

In and out, in and out, Ricco pounded her, making her release these gigantic bellows of rapture. With every pound she felt, she moaned a louder note than the last.

“Harder!”

In and out, in and out, eyes closed, her moaning was consistent, moaning loud enough to wake the whole house. Ginevra raced to Ricco’s lips, biting them hard enough to make them bleed.

“Deeper!”

In and out, in and out, Ricco used his hands that were on Ginevra’s velvety-smooth butt to propel her hips toward his. His member was especially reaching deeper, more intense screams.

All was quiet but the ever so loud screams and moans of Ginevra that came from that room. Ginevra felt herself about to burst into a climax that came with a moan loud and even. Ginevra reached orgasm with that very climax as Ricco finally erupted.

Ginevra lay on top of Ricco, themselves sweaty from passion. They exchanged these three very true words that spoke from the hearts of Ginevra and Ricco: I love you.