Page 125 of Dominance

“Is that all I get?” His chest presses right into my back, among other things.

“You want more?”

“Always.”

Turning, I back under the water, letting him soak for a moment, admiring the view. When he reaches for me I slap his hands away, stepping into his space, the two of us under the rain-like downpour of the spout.

Sidling up to him, I keep him from putting me where I know he wants me and straddle his thigh, pressing my slippery bosom onto him. Before he can protest or try anything else, I clutch his arching pillar, using the water to glide along the length.

“I want breakfast.”

“I want you.”

“You can have me later.”

“Promise?”

Without answering, I lick up along his neck, nibbling on his earlobe, pumping him firmly in one hand. It doesn’t take long, whispering in his ear, before he’s moaning, crushing me to his side.

Just as he starts to throb, I drop to my knees in front of him, taking him in one sweeping motion, all the way down my throat.

“Fuuuck!” Adriano’s cry makes me moan in response, squeezing my legs together with the ache building between my legs. I want him so bad.

But I also want to be able towalktoday, so…

So I pull out all the stops, relaxing my jaw and taking him all the way down, every inch.

Sucking my way back to his tip I follow my lips with both of my hands, working him faster and harder. I know it’s working when both of his hands find their way to the back of my head, his moans matching the urgency of his grasp.

“Oh, Gloria, just like that.”

My sultry hum of response only adds to his arousal, the taste of him tingling on my tongue. His hips jerk faster and I double down, sucking him in.

His statuesque ass clenches, his ripped thighs locking, and I brace myself, swallowing every molten drop of his release.

Adriano slumps back against the wall of the shower, panting.

“You. Are. Incredible.”

“I know.”

The cafewe choose for breakfast is adorable, sitting right on the Arno under a rust-colored awning. The coffee?

Even better than the view.

After our overindulgent shower, we dressed and walked from Adriano’s hotel, basking in the warmth and breeze of a flawless Tuscan morning. Herbs and spices season the air, easing the tension hanging between us.

Not the sexual kind.

That’s always there, beneath the surface. But this is anticipation. A hint of awkward flirtation.

Mostly, it’s a very specific need to break the ice on opening up to one another like we promised.

I just don’t have a clue how to approach it.

We haven’t exactly been a real couple up until now.

And there’s also the fact that we said we love each other in the last twenty-four hours to add to the mix.

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