81 ~ The Morning After

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Daisy's POV

Waking up next to Lando wasn't anything like I thought it would be. Although it wasn't the first night we had spent in a bed together, far from it, something about everything around me right now was so unexpected yet wonderful, all at the same time.

My eyes had only just fluttered awake to a barely lit room when I remembered what happened just a few hours ago. The natural light just bleeding in around the edges of the curtains weren't enough to wake me, no for once I was waking up because I genuinely felt rested and it didn't take me long to figure out why. It did however take me a few seconds to adjust to the lack of light and in the process of this, I became aware of the heavy arm weighing over my waist, pressing me to the chest of the man I loved, the skin contact providing me more than just warmth but comfort and security. That was the moment that I realised it hadn't just been a dream but it had all happened, my stomach turning as my cheeks turned pink and I realised I was getting wet from just the memory of his efforts last night.

Despite not moving, something I did must have woken him up as well and I feel soft kisses begin to dance up my neck, as though trying to purposefully reinforce the memories as reality and I couldn't help the shudder running down my spine when he reaches that spot on my neck. There's a slight groan from my movement against him but it seems that it only encourages him further, as he settles his lips there, sucking lightly as his tongue darts along my skin until I have to make it clear that I'm also awake now.

"Lan..." his name doesn't come out as strong as I had hoped. Instead it's a clearly moaned sound, only encouraging him further as his hand that was draped over my waist dances up my front and grazes the sensitive skin underneath my breast, teasing me as I feel myself get wetter still from his actions.

"Mm... say that again il mio fiore," he breathes, the words said between kisses, air cool against my ear as I react once more to his touch, a moan escaping me as my ass moves backwards, subconsciously grinding against his hardness. I bite my lip and freeze up because it really wasn't intentional. Slowly I turn my head just a little and let my eyes peer backwards over my shoulder, finding his eyes still closed but a soft smile on his face. His hand moves back down my stomach, just pulling me closer to him again, eradicating the small amount of space that I had managed to put between my back and his chest since I woke up.

Despite his plea for more, I'm silent, still a little in shock that he's actually there, saying these words as I roll onto my back and pull the covers well over my chest, up around my neck as though that will somehow erase his memory of my body from last night. I continue to stare at his sleepy face when I do this, almost paralysed by the whole situation. His hand stays on my waist and my movement finally encourages his eyes open, the smile on his face only becoming more boyish when he sees me next to him watching me before his eyes fall back closed again.

"It's rude to stare Daisy," he smirks, clearly pleased with himself and the retort dies on my lips when his eyes open again, clearly he's still trying to coax himself awake but he doesn't really succeed in anything other than moving in closer to me. The third time he tries though, his eyes do stay open and locked onto mine, the soft morning look on him looking better than I had seen it ever before. I realised that before now I'd never really let myself notice, it was always a case of get out of bed before my mind could wander and I could be tempted to cross lines that we shouldn't. "You don't have anything to say?... that's not like you. You're such a smart ass," he points out, being purposefully obtuse as his fingers continue dancing along my skin.

I want to reply but he's right. I have nothing to say. What are you meant to say to your best friend of two decades who happened to give you the best head of your life with minimal difficulty the night before. When you figure that out, factor in he's technically my client and more importantly he's Lando... it's safe to say that it's not easy to find any words. Besides - I can't tell him any of that because his ego is big enough as it is, I don't think the world could take me inflating it any further. I definitely cant. He takes my silence as a consent of sorts, moving closer into me so that his nose nestled in against my skin, moving one leg between mine as his hand moves down from my stomach until dancing at the top of my legs, continuing to distract my mind from forming a coherent sentence.

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