THE NEXT MORNING
CAILY GALILEO
I woke up first today. Maybe because I had slept while Pietro had been out yesterday so I woke up a little bit earlier this morning.
According to the table clock, it was four minutes past 6am. I moved my gaze from the not so interesting sight of the table clock to a very interesting and appealing sight. The man holding me in his arms.
I moved slightly in his arms to see his face better and heavens, I think I would have to wake up early from now on to take a glimpse of this face before he got up.
Messy hair was splayed all over his forehead, in a way that suggested that he might have run his fingers through them a few times overnight but maybe that was me. And then his closed eyes…
With his eyes open, Pietro was fucking handsome. Those light brown eyes that seemed to brighten in a dark way whenever they landed on me.
But with those eyes closed, Pietro was a fucking piece of artwork. My gaze slowly went over his features, taking my time fully to appreciate every bit of him at peace.
His full lashes, his pointed nose, his lips… Everything was just so… So perfect and so mine.
I felt myself snuggle up with him a little bit more and giggle at that thought. I lowered my gaze, moving my fingers very slightly on his bare upper body that my body laid on.
His body was warm and heated against mine and I shut my eyes to enjoy that feel a little more.
After our talk last night, I knew Pietro wanted more of me but he had held back, restrained himself from fucking me. I should have told him not to hold back, that I wanted him just as much and would take as much as he gave to me but hell, I had been too shy to say those words to him. Maybe a little too timid too.
And now, that want was running through my veins. So early in the morning.
“Heavens. What have you turned me into, Pietro Giacometti?” I whispered very softly, looking up at his sleeping face before pressing a kiss to his chest.
“How can you leave me wanting you this much?” I whispered, kissing right over the tattoo of my name on his chest.
So mine.
“I want you so much, Pietro” I whispered and kissed his nipple this time.
Heavens, I was getting really bold.
I wanted to run my hands through his hair, mess it up even more. I wanted to see that look of pleasure on his face as he took me. I wanted to hear that grunt of pleasure from him. Wanted to feel him smack down my ass like he did yesterday. And oh god, when he had picked me up, fucking me against the bathroom wall…
I wanted more of everything.
The ache in my pussy increased by a notch and I grinded myself very gently against his thigh.
Fuck, that felt good.
I bit down on my lip to prevent a moan from leaving me as I trailed soft kisses all over his broad chest to the other nipple and kissed lightly on it too before grinding my pussy on his thigh again.
My cheeks were flush red as I moved up a little bit to kiss his collar bones. Light kisses as I grinded back down, the friction of the grind setting me on fire.
I was clad in just my sleep wear and nothing. No panties whatsoever and this thin piece of fabric made the grind so… So good but I also wanted it out of the way. I wanted to grind Pietro’s thigh even more.
“Fuck, what are you doing to me?” I cursed softly, grinding more on his thigh now.
“More like, what are YOU doing to me?” A deep, raspy voice startled me and I gasped loudly, almost jumping off him in realization that I had been caught but a strong grip held me down in position by my waist.
“Where to so suddenly, Peaches? You sounded like you were enjoying your little grinding session, weren’t you?” His firm grip on my waist tightened and he moved my body making mad grind into him again.
Hell! So good…
“Look at me, Carino…” His voice was so fucking hot and the authority it held this morning made my body shiver.
I wanted to continue burying my red face in the embarrassment that I had been caught grinding my pussy against his thigh but that voice, it gave no chances of disobedience.
I slowly raised my gaze up to meet his. The light brown eyes burning into mine.
“Look at how fucking adorable you are, all red and flustered.” He moved my body by the waist, making me grind him again and I bit down on my lip as the soft moan escaped me.
“I decided to let you sleep last night, to let your pretty pussy recover but here you are so early in the morning, grinding your naughty pussy on my thigh.” He raised his other hand to my face as my breathing got heavier.
“You have been such a bad girl… Cumming on my cock yesterday without permission and then grinding on me without permission. Two offences in a row, you should get punished, don’t you think?”
My nipples are pebbled, my pussy is slick with my juices. His words are driving me nuts and the way he is staring at me, looking at me like he could devour me right here and yet like he could torture me by not devouring me.
“I… I should be.” I whispered the words, my face heating up the more along with the tip of my ears.
“Good… Good thing you know you are getting punished but why don’t you finish your little, dirty act before I see to your punishment?” His thumb pressed against my lips and my heart pounded, my pussy throbbing as I let his thumb into my mouth.
“Grind your naughty pussy on my thigh, Peaches.” His voice holds that same authority.
I have to continue this with him staring at me.
God, I felt so naughty and yet so fucking excited.
“Yes… Yes sir.” I stuttered out.
I lowered my gaze as I resumed grinding on him but a smack on my flimsily clothed ass made me gasp and look up at him.
“Keep your eyes on me while you grind.”
Fuck! I could explode into bits right now from how he was looking at me with those intense eyes, fucking me with those eyes as I continued grinding into him.
“Fuck…” I moaned, pressing down, grinding my clit.
“It feels good, doesn’t it?”
I nodded, biting down before I let out a loud moan as another smack came down to my ass.
“Don’t bite back your moans.”
“Y-yes sir.” I let my moans out, the vocalisation of my arousal and horniness resounding in my ears.
Oh fuck, I was close. Looking into his eyes, I tried to determine if he was going to let me come or if he was going to deprive me of that. I could not tell.
“Hmhmmph…” The sound left me, pleasure making my head spin.
“I am… I am close, sir. I…” My voice shook just as my body trembled on him.
“How close?”
“Very…” I pulled up on his thigh.
“Close.” I grinded back down, lips shaky.
He grabbed my waist again, pressing his thighs up a little bit and then began to grind me down his thigh himself.
“Ah! I am… May I come, sir? May…” I struggled to keep my eyes on him, to keep my eyes from rolling over.
There was a small smirk on his face, teasing as he gave no response to me. My orgasm was close to peaking through me and holding it back was getting… Harder.
“Please, please sir…” I begged, twisting my hips desperately.
“Your first punishment…”
Fuck, he definitely wasn’t going to let me cum.
“You get to choose. You have two options. One is that you don’t cum right now and I do not let you cum in the next hour. You won’t be allowed to cum, not even once, no matter how much you beg and writhe and plead for it. I will make sure I drive you insane and yet leave you on the edge. I have quite a number of toys that will be thrilled to drive you to a point where you lose your mind entirely.”
His words were torture as much as the thought of the things he said he would do to me.
“Please…” I begged with a soft whimper.
“Second option?…” I begged to know.
“Second option, Peaches is that you get to come right now and for the next hour, you will get to come as much as I want. I will draw out several climaxes from your pretty, flush body. Over and over again until you lose your senses. Until you are begging me not to make you come anymore but I will, yet again.”
My body shuddered, the pending climax inpatient in me. The second option was obviously better, wasn’t it?
“Be careful, Love. The most appealing option isn’t always the best option…” He warned, his voice teasing and deliberate.
But fuck that. There was no way I was going to choose to hold back this climax for an entire hour. I would lose my mind entirely.
“Second option, sir.” I gasped out the words.
“You made your choice. Come for me.”