Page 156 of Valentino

He brushes his teeth and walks back into the bedroom without acknowledging me and then into his wardrobe.

Why is he putting clothes on…? He sleeps naked.

He puts a glass of water onto the bedside as I watch him.

“Everything alright?” I ask softly.

“It will be,” he sighs as he gets into bed.

I lie on my side facing him. “Is there anything I can do?”

“No.”

I reach over and rub my hand down his arm and he flinches as if I’ve burned him.

“I haven’t touched you all night,” I murmur sadly. “I don’t like it.”

His eyes hold mine.

“Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?” I ask hopefully.

“No.”

I smile over at my man as I reach down and put my hand into his boxer shorts to cup him in my hand. “Nothing at all?” I give him a stroke.

“Anna.”

But it’s too late, I already know the perfect way to relax him, I go under the covers and lick his shaft.

He flinches at my touch.

“It’s okay, baby.” I lick him again. “I’ve got you.” I begin to work him in my hands, cupping his balls, licking and sucking. I take my time, enjoying that for once he isn’t already hard and good to go. That he’s making me work for it.

I begin slowly stroking him, building a rhythm and whispering sweet things until he’s harder.

Until he’s moaning and on his back, rock hard and writhing, so ready for me.

“Don’t touch me,” he murmurs as if pain.

I smile; his protests only spur me on further.

My strokes get stronger, more punishing, and I smile as perspiration dusts his skin and he’s murmuring whispers of control to himself under his breath.

Then he snaps….

He lurches forward and grabs me by the hair and spins me onto my stomach, and slams in hard.

The air is knocked from my lungs.

He pulls my hair back as he fucks me deep and without abandon.

Punishing pumps that come dangerously close to hurting me.

“Ahh,” I whimper as he uses my body to satiate his. My hair is all over my face, the sound of our skin slapping echoes off the walls.

Slam.

“You like my cock,” he sneers.