TW: Mature reading ahead
Miguel Raffetò POV
So that happened. And by that, I mean the best sex of my life happened.
She's perfect. Literally perfect in every goddamn sense of the word. I love her, I love her, love her.
"Good morning boyfriend." Etta's half asleep morning voice croaked out as she raised her head to find me already watching.
"Good morning girlfriend."
She smiled and yawned, stretching her body further onto mine. Her naked body fell asleep in my arms last night, and holding her as she clung to me did something to my chest.
The fact that she felt safe enough to be wholeheartedly vulnerable with me as she drifted into unconsciousness made me feel like the most privileged man in the world.
I'll protect this beauty for the rest of my days because I can't stress it enough; I fucking love the bones of her.
"How're you feeling?"
Etta pulled herself so that she was flush against my body, stomach to stomach. "Sore."
I tucked the fallen strands behind her ear. "How about we go soak in the tub. It might make you feel better."
"I'd like that."
I rested my hands on the small of her back. "Was last night okay though E? Not too much?"
"Miguel, it was all I could ever ask for. You are all I could ever ask for." Way to boost a man's ego.
"You know...there is a way to help with soreness."
Etta grinned, purposefully rubbing her heat against me as I groaned into the pillow.
Chuckling, she sat up. Fuck, the view was amazing.
"You gonna show me how to help ease the soreness, then?"
"Sit on my face and then I'll show you."
Her cheeks flamed and she stuttered. "What?"
I shrugged, massaging her thighs as her nipples hardened into peaks. "Sit on my face E."
She whispered down to me. "Won't I suffocate you?"
I bit back a laugh. "Sit on me Etta."
With a deep sigh, she crawled up to me before holding onto the headboard for support. And because she was hesitant of squishing me, I took matters into my own hands and pulled her down to me.
She gasped as soon as my lips met her slickness. "Mmm." I hummed onto her, lapping her up as my nose rubbed against her clit.
Once she was used to the new position, her hips found the rhythm and she started grinding my mouth.
I watched in awe as she dropped her head back and moaned, the sight of her tits and the feel of her walls around my tongue damn orgasmic.
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Художественная проза#𝟐 in the 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐝 series Miguel Raffetò has spent his whole life being a big bundle of lovable energy who strives to makes his loved ones smile. But when he finds himself feeling lost in the world, a certain bookworm with a tendency to shy...
