The Perfect Sin

67

𝗟 𝗨 𝗟 𝗔

It's May. And Sofia's birthday.

Anna and Hannes cooked a banquet for breakfast this morning. I've never seen so much food in one place at a single time. Especially just in someone's kitchen.

Even still, it was delicious.

It's strange because I'm not sure what type of birthday person I thought Sofia would be; an eager early riser, or an unbothered lay-in type of girl. Anyways, it turns out that she's the early riser because she was awake at six o'clock, parading around the house singing happy birthday to herself.

I would know this because I was laying in bed, listening to her after I was disturbed from my very nice sleep. Renzo wanted to get up and tell her to shut up, but I managed to stop him from doing so.

She's twenty years old today, full of life and still so young. After all, she's officially left her teenage years behind her and is becoming a woman now. He must understand that.

"Is everything set for the party tonight?" I ask Renzo as I step out of the shower. He's stood in front of the mirror while he brushes his teeth, nods and turns his head to look at me.

His eyes trail down my body and he spits the remainder of the toothpaste out before wiping his mouth with a towel and leaning back against the counter.

Did I mention that he's only wearing a pair of boxers which definitely don't leave much to the imagination, and his thick hair is still ruffled messily from sleep? Damn, this is too much for me to handle.

He purposely moves his hand down and pulls at his erection through the thin material of his boxers. I gulp and feel heat creeping it's way into my cheeks as I watch him.

"Drop the towel." He instructs. I pull at my bottom lip but do as he asks, letting go of the towel and allowing it to fall at my feet. The droplets of warm water continue to slip down my skin, my hair soaking wet and hanging down my back.

His eyes darken, roaming all over my naked body as he tugs his boxers down slightly and takes out his cock, palming it with his hand. My eyes zero in on his hand as he swipes his thumb across the tip, pre-cum visibly leaking from it now.

"Renzo," I breathe but it barely even comes out as a whisper. My core aches and my stomach tightens at the sight of him, his hand moving up and down his thick length as he gets himself off just by staring at me.

My breathing quickens and I want nothing more than to touch myself in the hopes of relieving the ache in between my thighs. As I go to move my hand though, Renzo stops me.

"Don't." He warns. "Keep your hands still." His eyes close for a few heartbeats as he drops his head back, releasing breathless moans. I'm sure a whine escapes my lips as I almost fall apart watching him.

This is torture.

He opens his eyes again, his jaw going slack as he grips the edge of the counter with his free hand, his knuckles visibly turning white. "Fuck," he pants as his eyes lock with mine, pupils heavily dilated.

"Renzo, please." I whine, unable to continue watching this for much longer.

"You get me so hard, Lula. All the fucking time." He breathes. "It hurts, it really hurts but it feels so good at the same time."