“Buongiorno.”
I open my eyes at the sound of Bruno’s velvety voice sending warm shivers down my body. His lips press against the back of my neck, making me twinge away from the ticklish sensation. His powerful arms are wrapped around me, with my head resting comfortably in the crook of his right elbow on the pillow. I have no idea what time it is, but I’m finding it really hard to care when there’s a beautiful man pressed up against my back. I yawn and pull his left arm over me tighter, wiggling backward into him so that my ass is pushed against his crotch. He’s so warm, radiating enough heat that I probably don’t even need a blanket. He kisses my neck again and I giggle, shrugging my shoulders playfully.
“Good morning to you, too,” I murmur, my throat feeling scratchy as it always does when I first wake up. Despite the fact that I routinely get up early to go into Bathing Beauty, I am really, definitely not a morning person. Left to my own devices, I would gladly lie in bed until noon. I know today is a work day, and I’m dreading looking at the alarm clock on Bruno’s nightstand. I don’t want to know. I want more time here in this warm, cozy heaven with the man I adore. The idea of getting out of this bed is completely repugnant to me right now.
“I should get up,” I groan. “Gotta go to work.”
“Mmm, that sounds terrible. Don’t do that,” Bruno replies in a growly voice, pulling me closer and breathing hotly against the back of my neck. Goosebumps rise up along my arms and legs.
“You’re making this very hard for me,” I chide him, grinning. He rocks his hips forward and I can feel his massive shaft stiff against my ass.
“Oh, I think you’re the one making it hard,” he answers coyly.
“Who, me? I haven’t done anything,” I reply, with mock indignation. “I’m totally innocent.”
Bruno chuckles and sits up a little, leaning over to kiss the side of my neck and up to my cheek. He turns my face gently to kiss my lips, his cock still rock-hard against me.
“Oh no, I have morning breath,” I protest weakly.
“You taste wonderful,” he replies, kissing me again. “I don’t care.”
“You’re going to make me late for work,” I add, feeling myself start to give in. It’s impossible to resist him, and every part of me wants desperately to stay in this bed.
“Well, we’d better get started then,” he replies mischievously. Before I can even respond, he dives under the comforter, pushing it back out of the way as he exposes my body bit by bit. He sleeps naked, unsurprisingly, but I’m wearing one of his t-shirts, which is comically huge on me, and a pair of decidedly-unsexy black panties. Nothing special. I mean, they’re not granny panties, but they’re definitely not lingerie either. I feel my face flushing pink at the realization that Bruno, the most blisteringly hot man I have ever been intimate with, is seeing this underwear on me.
“Sorry for the ugly undies,” I mumble.
Bruno, tugging them down my thighs to take them off, looks up at me with a wry smile. “First of all, you look fantastic in everything. Second of all, it doesn’t matter anyway because they’re about to come off. Lingerie is nice, but I think we both know I prefer you without anything on at all. You’re the gift. I don’t care about the wrapping paper.”
I can’t stop the grin that plasters itself on my face. I’ve never met anyone so good at putting my mind at ease. It’s like magic. He just melts away all my anxiety, all those years of stress and fear. He cuts away all that bullshit to get to me— the real me. The version of myself I never thought I could find again. And it’s liberating.
Bruno drops the offending panties over the side of the bed and pushes my thighs wide open, kneeling down between my legs. I inhale sharply in anticipation as he leans in and gently begins to suck at my clit, his tongue flicking over it while one of his fingers slides inside of me. Fuck, I’m already wet. All it takes is Bruno’s presence to make me give in. I can’t resist.
“Oh my God,” I murmur, my eyes closing and my head falling backward onto the pillow. My hands instinctively reach down to comb through Bruno’s hair, and before long my hips are rolling, bucking up to meet him. He knows just how to work my clit, just how to angle the tip of his finger inside me to reach that little bundle of nerves that makes me weak. He’s an expert, like he’s been studying my body for years or something. I don’t know how he knows, but he does. He just knows.
He groans, his finger sliding in and out up against that special spot faster and faster. I fling my arms outward to grasp at the bedsheets, gritting my teeth as my pleasure mounts to a climax.
Just before my orgasm hits, Bruno backs off, grabs me by the hips, and flips me onto my stomach. Then he pulls me to my knees and rubs the head of his thick shaft against my slick opening, sliding over my sensitive clit. I back into him, desperate for that delicious friction, but he grabs my hips and holds me in place.
“Please, Bruno,” I whimper. “I want to come.”
He lets out a growly kind of chuckle and says, “Oh, you’re going to come, sweetheart. But only when I’m good and ready for it.”
A shiver runs down my spine and I feel myself getting even wetter. I never expected to be the kind of woman who likes to be bossed around and dominated in bed, especially after what I went through years ago. But with Bruno, it’s different. I want him to tell me what to do. I want him to use me however he wants to, because I know he would never hurt me. I can trust him to push me right to the very edge and then bring me back over and over again, making it feel so good every time.
“So wet for me, Serena,” he says softly, his voice gravelly and rough. I can tell this is taking all of his self-restraint, too. And the thought that he’s struggling to keep it together, that he wants me just as badly as I want him, makes me feel powerful and desired.
“I want you inside me,” I beg him, twisting to peer back at him. He’s a formidable sight, all muscle and smooth skin, with that impossibly handsome face. Those flashing green eyes. And then, he smiles at me. A devilish grin. He knows just how badly I need this, and he’s going to give it to me.
He slides the full length of his cock along my wet slit, making me tremble. I’m so sensitive right now, all my nerves on fire, just hovering over the edge. Then he gives my ass a hard slap. I cry out, shuddering with the mingled pain and pleasure.
“Good girl,” he says quietly, now circling the tip of his cock around my wet opening, teasing me.
“Please, I need you to fill me up, Bruno,” I plead. I’m aching for his cock.