I reach out and brush a strand of hair from her face.My touch is gentle, so different from the brutal way I handle everything else in my life.
She stirs slightly but doesn’t wake.Her lips part.
I lean down, unable to resist any longer.My mouth closes over her nipple, and I suck gently.She tastes sweet, warm, and perfect.I swirl my tongue around the peaked bud, feeling it harden further against my lips.
A moan escapes Bella’s lips, soft and sleepy, and it goes straight to my cock.
I suck harder, drawing her nipple deeper into my mouth while my hand slides up to cup her other breast.My thumb brushes over that nipple, teasing it into a hard point that matches the one between my lips.
“Lorenzo,” she breathes, my name barely a whisper in the quiet room.
I release her nipple and press a kiss to the curve of her breast, then another to her sternum, then back up to capture her other nipple between my teeth.She gasps, her hand coming up to tangle in my hair, and I sense the exact moment she begins to wake.The way her breathing changes and the way her fingers tighten against my scalp.
I lift my head and look at her.Her eyes are still closed, but her lips are parted.This woman has ruined me, and I don’t even believe she fully grasps the power she has over me.
My cock is already hard.Has been since I woke up next to her.I settle myself between her thighs, and she opens for me without hesitation.Even half asleep, her body wants me.I position my cock at her entrance and feel the slick heat of her already waiting for me, and it takes every ounce of control I have not to slam inside her the way I usually do.
But on this occasion, I want her to feel something different.
I push in slowly, watching her face as her eyes finally flutter open.The sleepy confusion clears instantly, replaced by awareness and desire as I fill her inch by inch.Her mouth opens in a silent gasp as I bottom out inside her.
“Good morning, Bella,” I murmur, voice rough from the effort of holding back.
I start to move, and everything about this is different from every other time I have been inside her.I am not rough or demanding.This time, I make love to her.
I have never done this to anyone.I have fucked, taken, and used.But I have never focused on her pleasure more than my own.Never looked into someone’s eyes and experienced this overwhelming need to show them, without words, what they mean to me.
But with Bella, I want to.
The realization should terrify me, but instead it feels right in a world that has never made sense.
I lean down and capture her mouth with mine, kissing her with a tenderness that is completely at odds with the man I have always been.My tongue glides against hers and she kisses me back with the same gentleness.Her hands slide up to cup my face.A rupture of some kind is happening internally in my chest.
This is what it means to love someone.Not the desperate need to own, control, and keep.
This quiet moment when nothing exists except her and me and the way our bodies fit together perfectly.This feeling of being completely present with another person.
I break the kiss and rest my forehead against hers, our breaths mingling as I continue to move inside her.
“You feel so fucking good,” I tell her, and I mean it in a way that goes beyond the physical.
I pour everything I cannot say into the way I kiss her and fuck her with a reverence I did not know I was capable of.
My hand slides between our bodies to find her clit.She moans and I have to grit my teeth to keep from losing control.
“That’s it, Bella,” I murmur against her lips.“Let me make you come.”
“Lorenzo,” she says sacredly.
Her orgasm builds, and I can feel it in the way her body tenses beneath mine.In the way her breathing becomes shallow and rapid as she looks at me with those eyes that see everything I try to hide.
When she finally comes, it’s beautiful.Her pussy pulses around my cock in waves as she cries out my name.
I keep moving through her orgasm, drawing it out, making it last as long as possible because her pleasure has become more important to me than my own.When she finally goes limp beneath me, her eyes glazed and satisfied, only then do I let myself chase my own release.
I fuck her harder, my control finally slipping as her pussy clenches around my cock.The feeling of her coming undone beneath me is enough to send me over the edge.
I bury myself as deep as I can and let go.My orgasm rips through me with an intensity that steals my breath, my entire body going rigid as I empty myself inside her.I fill her with my cum, pump after pump, marking her from the inside out.She is mine in every possible way, and I need her to feel it, to know it, to never forget it.
