While he unbuckles his belt, he says, “The crows represent the five families.
As he pulls down his zipper, I ask, “And the skull and word on your left hand?”
“Again, the skull is for my father and the star for my godfather. I only kneel to them.”
I thought it meant others have to kneel to him, but I like his meaning a lot more.
He takes off his shoes and socks before shoving his pants and boxers down his legs. When he straightens up, I lose my ability to breathe.
Adriano naked is…HOLY SHIT.
He’s pure muscle, and seeing his manhood in all its glory as it lies against his thigh makes me wonder how the hell I managed to give him a blow job.
He’s not even hard yet!
Opening the faucets, he doesn’t check the water’s temperature and just steps under the spray. Through the half-fogged glass, I can make out the hard outline of his body as he washes himself, the sight downright erotic.
Heat pools between my legs as I get totally lost in staring at him, and through the streaks left by droplets running down the glass, I get clear glimpses of him.
I’m ripped out of my trance when Adriano shuts the faucets, and spinning around, I stare at the bed where I’m about to have sex with him for the first time.
Be cool. The worst that can happen is he climbs on top of you, comes, and it’s over.
I almost let out a snort.
No, that’s every other man perhaps, but not Adriano. His kisses alone should tell you you’re in for a religious experience.
What if I’m crap?
I press my hand to my spinning stomach as I listen to him brush his teeth and move around in the bathroom. Suddenly all the sounds stop, and shivers rush over my skin as my body fills with anticipation.
When his fingers touch my shoulder blade, I jerk because I didn’t hear him come closer.
His tone is deep and intimate as he asks, “You okay?”
“Just nervous as hell, very excited, and a tad worried I’ll suck at it,” I blurt everything out to him before snapping my mouth shut.
No, you didn’t!
Trailing his fingertips across my shoulders and neck, he moves to stand in front of me. His eyes are almost black and so intense, my heart skips a beat at the sight.
“Nothing to be nervous about, and there is no fucking way you can suck at this.” Now there’s a slight growl in his voice, causing goosebumps to erupt over my skin. “Are you ready for me?”
Jesus, I hope so.
The word cracks a little as it leaves me. “Yes.”
Adriano continues to trail his fingertips down to my cleavage, and tugging at the towel, it comes undone and falls around my feet.
He takes two steps back, then his brows knit tightly while his gaze drags over every inch of me, something raw flashing across his face.
“Christ,” he whispers, sounding completely awe-struck. “Look at you.” His eyes flick to mine, and when I see the amazement in them, I begin to feel a little emotional. “You are so fucking exquisite, Laurie. I’m so lucky that you’re mine.”
Stepping forward, he brushes his knuckles over my nipple and watches as it stiffens. The slight touch sends sparks shooting through my body and my core clenches with need.
I know the moment there’s roughly nine inches between us because his erection brushes against my abdomen.
Our eyes meet again, and a heartbeat passes before we both move at the same time. Pressing my hands to his chest, I tip my face up, and when his mouth takes mine, it feels like fireworks explode through my entire body, giving me a rush.
