FIFTY FOUR

❧ Fiorella ☙

Somehow, I manage to get a few hours of sleep, probably out of sheer exhaustion, but that's not all I see when I wake up. A blanket of warmth surrounds me from my neck to my feet. I blink several times to adjust to the light and see Lorenzo passed out, his naked body pressed against mine.

It is rather a shock to find him naked, I had forgotten the Greek god body.

My belly muscles tighten at the image before me, I like him so much. He is solid, strong, his muscles sink and rise under his skin. Looking at him I feel the strange urge to trace his ridges with my teeth and tongue, to learn the map of his body as he has surely memorized mine.

It's nothing, obviously, I'm still furious that he denied me an orgasm this morning. That must be the only reason I find him so attractive at the moment. It's definitely not the black ink tattoos running across his skin or the faint layer of hair that runs from his navel to his already semi-erect penis.

The man is always spliced when he's