“I’m staying here tonight,” I insist.
He doesn’t fight me on it, and the two of us carefully make our way to his bedroom, both of us curling up under the sheets and falling asleep pressed up against each other. We both sleep like the dead, probably because of all the stress of recent events, and when I wake up in the morning, it’s to the glorious smell of coffee. Good coffee.
I roll out of bed, the events of last night returning to my foggy brain as I stretch and make my way into the kitchen. There, I find Bruno shirtless, using his one uninjured side to pour coffee and arrange fresh fruit and pastries on two plates.
“What’s all this?” I ask, sidling up next to him.
“Proper Italian breakfast. It’s light, but it’s something.”
“You’re supposed to be taking it easy, aren’t you?” I chide him gently. He chuckles.
“It’s not like I’m an invalid, Serena. I can handle putting fruit and sfoglie on plates.”
“Still,” I interject, running my hands up his chest. I stand on tiptoe to kiss him. Even though he’s wounded, I can feel that powerful strength rippling through his body, and it thrills me to my core.
“Careful, mia passerotta,” he growls, pressing against me so that I’m pinned into the counter. “Touch me like that and I might change my mind about what I want for breakfast.”
A shiver runs down my legs. Suddenly, I can’t resist egging him on. “Oh? What are you hungry for this morning, Bruno?”
He leans down to kiss me, gently at first, and then more passionately. I can feel myself growing wet between the thighs. I become acutely aware of his cock pressing hard against my leg as his arms come down around me, pulling me tight to him. “We have to take it easy,” I murmur between kisses.
“I’ll do my best,” he says, and immediately hoists me up with his one uninjured arm, setting me on the counter. Within thirty seconds, he whips off my panties, pulling me forward so that my ass rests on the edge of the counter. He bends down and wrenches my thighs open, parting me to get easy access to my flower. Glancing up at me with a devilish glint in his gorgeous eyes, he begins to swirl his tongue around my clit, making me cry out.
“Oh my god,” I mumble, my head falling back as I close my eyes.
Bruno gently nips and sucks at my clit, his tongue exploring my wet folds as my body shudders around him. It’s like he knows me instinctively, knows exactly how to unlock and unravel me with the flick of his tongue and the softness of his lips. Before long, I’m writhing on the counter, trying not to move too much and risk knocking our breakfast to the floor.
“Bruno,” I gasp, feeling my pleasure mounting ever higher. “Feels so...fucking...good.”
Without warning, he slides a finger inside of me, hooking it to stroke my g-spot just right. Combined with the expert lashing of his tongue, I fall apart instantly, my orgasm exploding in his mouth.
“Fuck!” I whimper, bucking my hips. Bruno holds me still, never letting up even though it almost hurts—but it hurts so fucking good. A moment later, a second climax shakes my body and my hands wander down to tangle my fingers in Bruno’s dark hair, gently pushing his face into my pussy.
He fingers me harder and faster while his tongue rhythmically laps at my clit, sending me into ecstasy again and again. Finally, when I’m totally spent, he kisses his way up my body to gently kiss my breasts, my neck, my lips. He strokes the hair out of my face while I slowly return to my senses.
And when I do, I immediately slide off the counter, dropping to my knees without a word, to return the favor. I’m aching to feel his cock in my hands, in my mouth. I need to make him feel as good as I do. And he doesn’t stop me.
I pull down his flannel pants and boxers, letting his massive length spring free. I’m careful not to touch the wound on his thigh, kissing my way to his cock. His hand strokes the back of my head, gently guiding me to his shaft, and I have to smile. I love the way he can’t resist, the way he wants so badly for me to touch him, to suck him. The fact that I can have such an effect on a guy like Bruno is intoxicating.
But I want to take my time. I gently begin to stroke his cock with one hand at first, my thumb slowly sliding up and down along the underside of his shaft, making soft circles around the sensitive head. I adore the feeling of him in my hands—hard, hot, and smooth. My mouth is nearly watering for it. I add my other hand, applying a little more pressure as I work his shaft, letting his enormous length slide through my fingers as I lean forward and give the head a tantalizing kiss. Bruno groans, his hand pushing a little harder against the back of my head. I peer up at him, smiling sweetly. I know what he wants, and I want it, too.
I want it so bad.
I open my mouth and take the tip of his cock between my lips, letting my tongue gently swirl around the end while my hands continue to pump his shaft— faster now, a little tighter.
“Yes, sweetheart, that’s it,” Bruno growls, and I feel myself getting even wetter at the sound of his voice, the neediness in his tone. I can’t stand it anymore. I need him.
I open my mouth and take him in as deeply as I can in one movement, feeling Bruno tighten up as I envelop him. He begins to move his hips, and I can tell it’s taking all his willpower not to just let go and fuck my mouth mercilessly. He needs this as badly as I do, and that knowledge makes me all the more determined to make him feel amazing. I start to bob my head up and down along his shaft, my hands working his cock in tandem with my mouth. I suck him harder, moaning a little to send vibrations through his body.
“Fuck, baby, that’s so fucking good,” he groans, pushing me down on his cock so that I can feel the tip gently grazing the back of my throat. Before I start to choke, he relents. I can tell he’s trying so hard to maintain control, to be gentle. But I want him to fuck my mouth. I want him to use me. I want him to let go completely.
I move faster, reveling in the sensation of his hard, smooth cock in my mouth as I gently work his balls before wrapping my arms around his thighs, deep throating him again and again. He pushes me down on his cock, bucking his hips as I move faster and faster.
“Gonna make me come, baby,” he murmurs roughly. “Swallow for me, sweetheart.”
With a few rapid, deep thrusts, I feel him seize up and then shoot his sweet, hot honey down my throat. I swallow it back hungrily, not wanting to waste a single drop. “Fuck, Serena!” Bruno snarls through gritted teeth. I work his cock until he’s totally spent, pushing me off.
He pulls me to my feet and kisses me deeply, not giving a damn about the taste of his own come in my mouth. “I think I’m awake now,” he says, holding me close.
“Good,” I reply, wiping my mouth. “Because I’m starving.”
“Still?” he asks wryly.