𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡

𝟐𝟕| 𝐈 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 〄/✓⃝

ANTHEA

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I woke up with a start, gasping for air and drenched in sweat. My heart was pounding in my chest and I could still feel the lingering fear from the nightmare that had just jolted me awake. I sat up in bed, trying to calm my racing thoughts, when I suddenly noticed that I wasn't alone.

Lying next to me was Luciano.

I bit my lip as I took in his features - his strong jawline, tousled dark hair, and perfectly sculpted muscles visible even under the thin sheet. And then, my gaze dropped lower and lingered on the tent in his boxers, the result of my subconscious desire manifesting itself. I couldn't help but feel a surge of arousal as my body responded to him, my thoughts consumed by the memory of my nightmare.

I had to touch him. To taste him.

Slowly, I leaned over and placed a soft kiss on his parted lips. He stirred slightly, but his deep breathing continued. I took this as a sign to continue and moved my lips down his neck, leaving a trail of gentle kisses in their wake.

My heart raced with anticipation as I reached his chest. With trembling hands, I began to unbutton his shirt, exposing his smooth, tanned skin. I couldn't resist running my hands over his chest, feeling his hard muscles beneath my fingertips.

I moved even lower, my lips lingering on his stomach before I reached his waistband. Without hesitation, as I moved down to his waistband, my fingers quickly working to remove his boxers and free his hardened member. He moaned softly, but still didn't wake.

I couldn't take it any longer. I needed him. I needed to taste him. Without any hesitation, I took him in my mouth, feeling him grow even harder against my tongue. I moved my head back and forth, savoring the feel of him in my mouth.

As I continued, I could feel him stirring beneath me. His hands tangled in my hair and he let out a soft groan. It was music to my ears, knowing that I was bringing him pleasure while he slept.

My own body ached with desire, but I pushed it aside, focusing solely on his pleasure. I could feel him reaching his peak and I continued my movements until he finally released with a shudder.

As I lay next to him, catching my breath, I couldn't help but feel satisfied. I had given him pleasure and that was all that mattered. I snuggled into his side, listening to the sounds of his soft breathing as I drifted off to sleep.

I groggily opened my eyes, the morning sun peeking through the curtains, signaling the start of a new day. But before I could fully register my surroundings, I felt a familiar warmth and sensation between my legs. It took me a few seconds to realize what was happening - Luciano was returning the favor of the blowjob I had given him last night.

I closed my eyes again, letting out a small moan as he worked his magic. Luciano was always a master at oral pleasure and this morning was no exception. As I relaxed into his touch, I couldn't help but think back to how we ended up here - me, lying in his bed, being pleasured by him.

The memory of last night flooding my mind as I let out a soft moan. My body was tingling with excitement as he brought me closer and closer to the edge, his skilled fingers and lips working in perfect harmony.

As I reached my climax, my body shook with pleasure and I couldn't help but let out a loud moan. Luciano leaned in and captured my lips with his, our tongues dancing as we rode out our pleasure together.

Breathless and satisfied, we both collapsed onto the bed, a comfortable silence settling between us.

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