"Morning,fiorellino," he murmurs, voice rough with sleep, lips brushing my shoulder. His hand slides up to cup my breast, thumb grazing the nipple lazily.
I almost moan just for that.
I turn in his arms, facing him, and his dark eyes meet mine, intense even in the soft light. There's a tenderness there that surprises me, softening the hard lines of his face.
"Morning," I whisper, tracing the tattoos on his chest with my fingertip. The ink tells stories I want to learn, piece by piece.
He pulls me closer, our legs entwining, and kisses me slowly, deeply, like he has all the time in the world. I melt into it, my hand threading through his hair.
When we break apart, he nuzzles my nose with his. "You were incredible last night.”
“Was I?” My voice is filled with sarcasm. “I feel like I didn’t do much.”
“You have no idea.” He brings my hand to his lips and kisses the knuckles. “You’re mine now, little flower. No going back."
The words send a thrill through me, a mix of fear and excitement. I nod, pressing my forehead to his. "I'm not going anywhere."
His smile is wicked, but his touch is gentle as he strokes my back, fingers trailing down my spine.
My body responds to him effortlessly, heat pooling between my thighs as his hand dips lower, cupping my ass.
"I want to taste you again," he says, voice dropping an octave, eyes darkening with lust.
But I shake my head, emboldened by the night we shared. "Let me take care of you this time."
He seems amused by the suggestion. “Oh?”
“Don’t laugh!” I hit him half-heartedly with a pillow. “I may be a virgin, but I want to learn. Want to make you feel good, too.”
His pupils suddenly devour the gold around them. “Virgin?”
“I mean… Yeah.” I feel a blush creep up my cheeks. “Why? Is that a problem?”
Instead of answering, he kisses me even deeper than before. I can practically taste his hunger as he bites into me, and all I can do is surrender.
But then we part, and he sits back. “I’ll teach you.”
“Okay,” I whisper. “Where should I start?”
“Do whatever feels natural.”
Still trembling a little from the kiss, I push him onto his back. That ends with me straddling his hips for a moment, feeling his cock twitch against my core. He watches me with that predatory gaze, but lets me lead—for now.
I slide down his body, kissing a path along his chest, nipping at the ridges of his abs. His skin is warm, tasting of salt and him.
When I reach his cock, it's already hard, thick and veined, standing proud against his stomach. Pre-cum glistens at the tip, and I lick my lips, wrapping my hand around the base.
"That's it, baby," he growls, his fingers tangling in my hair, guiding without forcing. "Suck my cock like you mean it. Show me how much you want it."
I lean in, tongue flicking out to lap at the head, swirling around the sensitive underside. He groans, hips bucking slightly.
Slowly, I get the hang of it. I thought it’d be harder to get it right, but between his hand at the back of my head and my hunger for him, I manage to drag a few more groans of pleasure from his throat. His cock grows saltier, too, which I count as a win.
Finally, I take him into my mouth, lips stretching around his girth.
He's big, filling my mouth completely, and I bob my head slowly at first, sucking with hollowed cheeks.
“You can take more than that,” he pants. “Can’t you?”
