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#burno bucciarati x female reader
danddymaro · 2 years
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Kisses From Bruno
This is How Kisses from Bruno go // somewhat nsfw.
Wordcount: 590
Kisses From Bruno
His lips are not only plush but soft as they descend onto yours, and even after all of the yearning between the past week that has made you fantasize of a single smooch with prior memories used as fuel, it's almost like it's all been wiped out from your memory the second he touches you. 
The entire experience is almost indescribable.
Somehow, you feel as though the first that descends upon you that day is the first of a lifetime.
It's always just as breathtaking, just as special, and never falling short of blissful. 
Every kiss brings forth a sweet flavor your mind automatically resisters as his, and it's something dear, something you can't place but is close to a mixture of vanilla and sugar tickling your taste buds, urging you for more spoils.
One of his forearms lays beside your head, used as support while the hand at his other side takes a tour down his own body before it falls onto his manhood. 
His thumb touches the base first before his other fingers land seconds after, curled over the hardness that had been previously strained by the costly, black-spotted white trousers now forgotten somewhere between the bedroom door and the mattress.
He continues to kiss you while he strokes himself, the longing he's possessed slowly sedated by your very presence, the warmth that your every breath fills the home with being the same one he's missed terribly while he was away.
The  head of his cock teasingly brushes your folds, smoothly sliding over your slick so easily that part of you wants to shrink in shame because it was all from a kiss of his.
A single press had you ready, intoxicated by the sweet savor of your dear Bruno.
he hums, the sweet, low whirr warming your insides like a warm drink during the winter seasons, and your heart delicately flutters at the soft sound he makes just as he finally sinks within.
Involuntarily, you clench at the full length, and it's something Bucciarati responds to with a deep, baritone moan, and he's nearly winded. 
The tension that knits between his dark brows melts along with the stress his mind had been plagued with from the previous days away, and he could only envision it as a mist that evaporates from him the second he finally fully holds you.
He doesn't quite understand what it is that creates the reaction from you, what it is that he does that brings forth such a sensual flutter around him every single time, but he loves it.
He loves it so much that the luscious lips that press against your own slide off to the side and land right in between her ear and jaw. 
And he praises you, in between the soft pants that escape those beautiful lips there are sensuous words of praise that make your face steam hot, but also make your heart bounce happily.
He loves you, and he's missed you, terribly.
- And there's nowhere else he'd rather go.
"Tesoro..." he whispers softly, and there is so much tenderness in that single word that you feel the gravity of all of his adoration. 
The address has another meaning, and it translates to ‘I love you.’
Between the rapid beats of your loudly pounding heart you can hear him say it again, and like a lovesick fool, drunk on the divine sound of his sensual voice hotly spoken in your ear, you almost melt into a pool beneath him.
More kisses follow within the lovemaking, and they all taste sugary, addicting.
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