I think that might be my new favorite way of waking up.
And even though I’ve only just come, I’m greedy for more of Sandro’s attention.
But rather than take things to the next step, he rolls off of me, seeming ready to be done with the fun as he rises from the bed and pulls on a pair of joggers.
My heart sinks, the disappointment instantaneous and overwhelming, and I pull the sheets up around my breasts, covering my body as I sit up in bed.
“Don’t you… want to come?” I ask, trying not to sound like I’m pouting.
Sandro turns, his hematite eyes inscrutable as he studies my expression. Then a soft twitch lifts one side of his mouth into a subtle smirk. Leaning back over the bed, one palm braced on the mattress so he’s hovering above me, Sandro slides his other hand beneath the sheets to find the slick wetness coating the insides of my thighs.
He presses one thick, calloused finger inside of me, and I gasp as the throbbing ache intensifies, sending a shiver up my spine. He must catch the subtle flinch that flickers across my face as a twinge accompanies the pleasure, because just as gently, he slides his finger back out of me and leans in to press another kiss to my lips.
“You need to take a break. We’ve been going at it a lot, and even if you haven’t complained, I know you must be sore. I don’t want to hurt you. That’d ruin all the fun…”
It’s far more considerate—compassionate, even—than I had expected, and the fact that he could know I’m sore tells me he’s far more in tune with my needs than I realized or could ever have imagined.
Still, I’m sad I can’t return the favor after he woke me so incredibly.
“Okay,” I concede, failing miserably to hide the disappointment in my tone.
Eyes dancing, Sandro chuckles as he straightens, and the deep, gravely sound makes my core melt. I don’t get to hear it often, but the sound seems to be hardwired directly to my libido, because it only makes me want him more.
“Well, if you want to give me a hand job in the shower… I wouldn’t say no,” he says, his voice playful.
But the thought of it makes my stomach clench with excitement. I’ve never given a hand job before, but one of the things I love about Sandro is his willingness to teach me. And my heart flutters at the idea of being able to watch him come without the distraction of my own release.
Jumping out of bed faster than my feet are prepared for, I trip excitedly to his side, ready for my next lesson in pleasure. Sandro’s crooked grin appears in full force, the sight of it shattering my composure, and I stumble into him, my body melting as his arm wraps around my waist to catch me.
Then he pulls me close, leaning in until his lips are a hair’s breadth from mine. “So eager,” he breathes, unleashing goosebumps all along my arms and back before he kisses me breathless.
He slowly walks me backward, his fingers gathering the fabric of my black slip to pull it up over my head. I’m naked in an instant, my skin alive with sensation as my feet find the cool tiles of the bathroom floor. I catch the sound of water hitting the shower walls, but Sandro doesn’t break the kiss for an instant as he prepares it.
His joggers brush my thighs as he strips them last, then guides me into the steam with his hands on my hips.
“I don’t… I’ve never done this before,” I admit, peering up at Sandro shyly when he pulls me close.
The fire in his gaze makes my stomach quiver.
“How are you so innocent?” he murmurs, and I can’t tell from his tone if he thinks it’s a good thing or bad.
Is he getting tired of teaching me everything?“I’m sorry.”
Sandro releases an almost pained groan as he cups my chin, tilting it up to brush my lips with his. “Never. Apologize,” he commands between kisses.
Then he releases me, his hands falling to my shoulders and sliding down my arms to take my wrists.
“Hold it. Like this,” he explains, molding my fingers around the base of his cock so I’m gripping it. “You’ll need to use both hands,” he adds, placing my second hand above my first.
Even with both my hands stacked, I don’t cover the full length of him, and I watch in fascination as his thick erection twitches against my palms. Sandro’s hands cover mine, enveloping them completely as he shows me the amount of pressure he likes.
“Then you stroke, like this,” he instructs, moving my hands up and down with his.
My pulse skyrockets, a deep throb returning between my thighs as I watch what we’re doing. Itso hot, seeing the way his cock thickens at my touch. A pearly drop of liquid beads at the tip, and I swallow hard, my tongue darting out to wet my dry lips. I want to touch it, but I hesitate, unsure if he would like that.
“Yeah, just like that,” Sandro groans, releasing my hands to give me full control.
He steps closer, his arms crowding me as he backs me against the slick shower wall, and he braces against it with his palms as he watches what I’m doing.
