Why am I bouncing?

I groaned when sleep escaped me and the realisation settled in.

"Sandro?" I asked, my voice groggy and my eyes still shut. I cuddled further into his chest when I became conscious of the fact that he was carrying me.

"Mi dispiace, bellissima. I didn't mean to wake you," he whispered, and I had just woken up but Sandro sounded more tired than me. My eyes opened just as he laid me down on a soft mattress.

"It's okay. I tried to wait for you. What time is it?" I asked, rubbing my eye with the side of my hand and that's when I finally saw the look on his face. Sandro was exhausted. His hair was messy, and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows. It seemed like he had a rough night, and I couldn't help but feel an ache of pure concern in my chest.

"Just after 2," he said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. I had only slept for more or less an hour but it felt a lot longer.

"What's wrong?" I asked, propping myself up onto my elbows. I was genuinely worried, but Sandro let out a sigh that was nothing short of annoyance. I frowned at him.

"Nothing. Don't worry about it. Go back to sleep, please," he said, standing up and heading to the en-suite. Go back to sleep? Why was he acting so strange? I was suddenly wide awake, and I sat up fully as I watched him.

"Are you okay?" I asked, just wanting to know if he was fine. Sandro opened the faucet and washed his hands before splashing his face with the water.

"Yeah," was his short and curt answer as he towel-dried his face.

"You sure?" I asked, a little bit hesitant. It felt like I was bothering him and I might have been but he was the one who invited me over in the first place.

This time, he gripped the edge of the basin and dropped his head. "Yes, Aria. Go back to sleep."

I was stunned at his change in behaviour, and a dreadful feeling washed over me when I realised that he probably wanted to be alone and I was clearly in the way.

"Okay," I said, nodding but mostly to myself. I slid my legs over the bed, setting my feet onto the soft carpet just as Sandro's head snapped into my direction.

"You're leaving?" he asked, straightening his back. I didn't answer, too busy trying to locate my dress that I had taken off.

"You're leaving?" he asked again, this time turning to me completely.

Sandro didn't seem to take my attempt to leave lightly, and when he took a step forward, I felt the tension in the room amplify to the point where I was hesitant to take another step. But I did. As soon as I turned around to exit the room, a hand was wrapping around my arm and stopping me.

That wasn't all.

I was whirled around, and pushed against the wall but not harsh enough to hurt. Even though Sandro made sure to be gentle, I could sense that he was anything but happy. I groaned, feeling him lock me in place by pressing his pelvis against mine.

"Why?" he asked and bent down, his face a mere few inches away from mine. I glared at him even though my body had an entirely different response to his body being so close to mine.

"Don't look at me like that. Tell me why you're leaving," he said, raising his hand to grab my cheeks in a way that shouldn't have turned me on the way it did.

His free hand was above my head, planted against the wall. I was encaged...and I hated how my pussy throbbed at the contact. Now is definitely not the time to be horny.

"I'm here because I want to be here," I murmured, searching his eyes. "But you're making it really fucking hard," I stated firmly, watching his face soften as I spoke. A gentle and apologetic expression took over, but Sandro didn't voice his apology.

I felt his body stiffen against mine, and an internal debate seemed to be taking place in his head before he decided to just say fuck it.

"What-" Sandro shut me right up by pressing his lips against mine with such a force that I couldn't help but gasp. He took the opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth, kissing me harder than he'd ever kissed me before. I felt my tensed shoulders drop and my body relaxing while I let him claim my lips with his own. I moaned loudly, shutting my eyes until I came to my senses.

I laid my hands on his chest, mustering up enough strength to push him away from me. He stumbled back, apparently off guard while I stood there trying to catch my breath.

And this time, I was the one to say fuck it.

Sandro knew I had given in, and it showed in the way he had no hesitation to pull me back to him.

His mouth met mine again, and with no objection from me, his hands wandered down to my hips. Aside from his t-shirt, the only other piece of clothing on my body was my underwear. My nipples hardened, brushing against the thin fabric while my chest pressed against him.

I was already frustrated with myself because I stopped him earlier on, and all the frustration had built up. After all of that, I sought a relief I knew he could give me.

"I want you here," he breathed, "Feel how badly I want you here." He grabbed my waist, grinding me into him and I felt something hard between my thighs.

I had no time to react. Sandro's hands left my waist to grasp my ass, lifting me and my legs were wrapped around him.

"Don't think I don't want you around. I do. I really fucking do," he whispered, kissing down the side of my neck. "I just didn't want to take my anger out on you. I'm sorry, bellissima,"

I grabbed his head, forcing him to look at me. "Please...just shut up."

Sandro smiled, taking no offence. His lips were on mine again, and I felt him pour every single ounce of his everything into it. He pulled us away from the wall, taking a few steps and my back met the soft mattress. His lips never left mine as he hovered over me, encaging me between his arms.

"You look so good in my clothes," he said, placing kisses down my jawline. My mind was a cloudy mess, not being able to concentrate on anything else except the soft lips on me and the body above me.

I had never felt that way before. Never been touched that way before.  The men in my past couldn't even compare to Sandro, and he hadn't even fucked me yet.

My body was naturally attracted to him, eager and willing to take anything he had to give. And right then, Sandro expressed his unneeded apology in the form of caresses and strokes that were loud and clear.

"Off," I said, tugging at his shirt. I disregarded my inhibitions, just wanting to see him.

The sexual tension was suffocating.

"Do it for me," he whispered, kissing below my ear. I had to contain my shiver, even when his tongue flicked out to lick the tender skin. My hands went to his shirt, loosening the first button and he lifted his head to watch me carefully. My lip was pulled between my teeth when a silver chain around his neck caught my eye. With each button, my fingers grazed his skin and I could tell that he was trying really fucking hard to hold back.

The hard ridges on his stomach came to view. Toned, and tanned and adorned by ink. There was a paragraph on his rib, and different tattoos scattered across his skin. How does it keep getting better and better?

"This can be all yours, bellissima," he said, noticing my very obvious reaction to his well sculpted upper half. He slid the shirt off, discarding it somewhere in the room and exposing himself fully.

His words held a weight I wasn't sure I was prepared to carry.

"Your turn." His hands slipped underneath the t-shirt I wore, and I raised my arms. A second later, my tits were out in the open. Sandro paused, eyes darkening as he stared at my breasts with a lust not far from untameable. He didn't say anything, but his next move showed me that he appreciated the sight.
He leaned down, taking one of my nipples into his mouth.

Sandro moaned against my skin as he sucked and twirled his tongue, taking his palm to squeeze the other. Something between a groan and a moan left my lips, overwhelmed by the unfamiliar sensation of his mouth. I clenched my eyes shut, drowning out everything besides the way he felt on me.

I did not think I would enjoy getting my tits licked the way I did.

"So stunning. So beautiful. I want you to be mine so badly," he whispered, mouth still attached to my nipple and my brows scrunched together at the pure erotic visual. Fuck. It felt so good that I couldn't control my back arching off the mattress, seeking to push him further into me.

Sandro closed his eyes as he kissed each breast, squeezing it underneath his hand. He looked so peaceful – so unbothered. I liked it. I liked that he was enjoying it just as much as I was.

But I wanted more.

And he did, too.

Sandro let go of my nipple, and I looked down to see my chest decorated in the marks he left on my skin. Now that...that was something I really fucking liked. It was a reminder that he was there – if my memories weren't enough. He started venturing downwards, leaving kisses in his path as he reached my stomach.

Anticipation surged through me, and the wetness between my legs was a dead giveaway on how inexplicably turned on I was. I was so wet that it felt uncomfortable and I wanted nothing more than to rid myself of the underwear I had on.

He grazed his teeth over my hipbone, and the tingles that spread through me felt like electric currents. My pussy throbbed violently, wanting him and needing him to give me some sort of relief.

Sandro laced his fingers underneath the band of my thong, gazing up at me for permission to remove them. I lifted my hips, giving him the consent he was searching for and without another word, he dragged it down my legs.

The way he looked at me – with such admiration and awe, it was the validation I needed to spread my legs further for him.

"Fuck," he groaned, his breath fanning my clit as he saw my pussy for the first time. "Bellissima," he sounded star-struck, barely able to let out words. He stroked my thighs, grasping it to wrap it around his head. I interlaced my fingers through his thick hair, incapable of keeping my hands to myself.

"Sandro, please." I didn't know what I was begging for. Something. Anything.

"Yes, ma'am," he murmured, and I felt him spread my pussy lips before his mouth latched onto my clit.

My stomach muscles tensed as a moan erupted from my throat. Holy fuck. I inhaled sharply, raising my head off the mattress to look at him. I was pleasantly surprised to see that he already had his eyes on me, tongue still on my clit and hands digging into my thighs.

He twirled his tongue while he sucked hard. That tongue. Sandro buried his face between my thighs, lapping me up and down mercilessly. I was a mess – a moaning  mess.

"You taste so fucking good," he whispered, and the vibrations sent a different form of chills through my legs. He reached up, sliding his hand over my stomach to find its way to my neck. He wrapped his hand around my throat, holding me down while he fucked me with his tongue.

His lips left my clit, giving it one last kiss. Then, his tongue slid into my hole and I had to muffle my scream with a clenched fist. Woah. Sandro lifted my hips, pushing himself as deep as he could go. The way he handled me left me on the brink of an orgasm it was too soon to have.

"You're so wet," he whispered, sliding his lips through my slit. "I love it,"

"Wait," I gasped. "I need to feel you," I was almost whimpering. That's how far gone I was. Sandro grabbed my hand that tried to pull him, lacing his fingers through mine and firmly planting it on the mattress. He held my hand while he continued to eat me out.

That was enough for the build-up to start in the pit of my stomach.

"Behave. This is me making it up to you. Just enjoy it."

Sandro wasn't playing around. He wanted me to enjoy it, and he was making me take it. I had no complaints.

His tongue circled my pussy, licking everywhere and not missing a spot. I almost lost it right there

"Cum for me," he said, and that was the final straw. My insides tightened, an earth-shattering and mind blowing orgasm flowing through me. And all he did was use his mouth.

"Fuck," I whispered, closing my eyes as the feeling spread through every part of me.

When I was done riding out my climax, my body slumped down. Sandro detached himself from me, grabbing my cheeks to kiss me. He let me taste myself, and our smiles stretched together. What I had just experienced...I wanted to experience over and over again.

"Was that good?" he asked, and he seemed genuinely interested in my answer. I smiled at him, pulling him towards me for another kiss.

"Yes," I whispered, and I felt his grin widen.

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