Alessandro |18+|

17

ARIA

The sun woke me up.

I groaned out loud, rolling onto my stomach and continued to cuddle into the pillow and sheets. As soon as my brain registered where I was, the memories of Sandro and his tongue came flooding in. Fuck.

That was one of the best sleeps I've ever had.

I pushed myself up on my palms when I realised I was the only one in bed. I was also butt ass naked. My chest and hips were covered in marks that were already starting to fade – Sandro's marks. The sight of it had my cheeks flaming uncontrollably.

Getting on my knees, I did my quick morning stretch to get rid of the tired in my muscles. The alarm clock resting on the bedside drawer read 12:00. I blinked a few times, a little confused on how I managed to sleep that long.

I rolled out of bed and clumsily landed on my feet, nearly tripping in the process. My lip tightened as I picked up the discarded t-shirt in the corner of the room and slipped it over my head. I walked to the bathroom where I found an unopened toothbrush waiting for me. After doing everything that I needed to, I left the bathroom and went looking for Sandro.

The penthouse had a lot of rooms – and one of them was a customised gym. As soon as I peeked inside, my mouth fell open. Sandro had his bare back faced to me, his muscles flexing as he performed pull ups on a high bar. Underneath the bright lights, the tattoos on his back were clearly visible. I didn't know how I had missed it before, but the more I stared, the more it quickly became my favourite part of him.

It was art, significant meaning or not, it was beautiful and I was envious.  I leaned against the door frame, tilting my head to the side as I watched him.

Sandro's sweatpants were low on his hips, and the view was mouth-watering in the least. I could have stood there for hours, just watching him but that would have made me a classified creep.

After a few more minutes, he jumped down and rolled his shoulders.

"Did you enjoy that?" he asked, out of breath. He still had his back turned to me.

"Yes."

He turned around, a dimply smile on his face and I returned it. My eyes trailed down his stomach, not even caring that I was blatantly checking him out. Sandro slipped the gloves off his hands, approaching me until he was towering over me. He grabbed me by the waist, pulling me towards his chest and then his lips were on mine. It had happened so sudden, but I was quick to return the kiss.

I felt his hand slide over the curve of my ass, slipping underneath the t-shirt before he gave it a hard squeeze. I gasped, feeling his smile against my lips.

"Good afternoon, bellissima. Did you sleep well?" he mumbled, gently stroking my skin. He was definitely an ass man.

"I did, thank you," I said, looking up at him. "Did you?"

"I did," he said, giving me another smile. He had a happy glint in his eyes, very different from when he returned home last night.

"Wanna eat?" he asked, giving the tip of my nose a kiss.

"Yes," I grinned. "Do you?"

He smirked mischievously, eyeing me. "I always want to eat."

The innuendo was painfully obvious, and I chuckled as I shook my head. "Let me get dressed and then we can leave."

"Leave? No, amore mio. I'll make you breakfast," he said, frowning in slight offense. Amore mio. My Italian dictionary was limited, but those were words that I knew and it had me close to swooning. And then he grinned, as if he knew the effect it had on me.