Page 80 of Blinded By The Sun
King
Igaze at Ciro, he’s been sleeping for about 24 hours now. I run my fingers through his hair and sigh. He’s never been asleep this long and the doctor said he’s fine. He looks so peaceful as he sleeps and it makes me smile that he’s peaceful, but I wish that he would wake up. His hair has blonder streaks than it did before. It’s still dark brown, but the blonde is much more prominent now.
“Any day now, Ciro, that would be nice,” I say to him, even though he can’t hear me.
Ciro tsks. “Impatient as ever, I see.” He opens his eyes and stares at me. His eyes are still that striking blue that becomes blue-ish green in the sunlight color. He smiles at me.
“When did you wake up?” I ask him.
“The moment you were stroking my hair as if I’m Sleeping Beauty”
“Sleeping Beauty with an attitude problem.” I glare at him.
He chuckles. “Take this attitude like you take my dick; freely.”
I snicker. “I’m convinced you think with your dick more than anything else.”
Ciro says nothing for a second, but then he breaks out into a wide grin. “Always.” He winks at me and slowly gets up. “I thought I would get a better welcome home party than this, Kingsley. You don’t look too happy to see me.”
I shake my head, denying it. “I’m excited, but I’m also wondering if I’m dreaming because I missed you a lot or what.”
Ciro fists the front of my t-shirt and pulls me to him. He does the unexpected and pulls me into a hug. “Wake up,” he says.
My body jolts, and it feels like electricity just ran through my entire body. I yelp, getting out of Ciro’s hold. “What the heck was that?”
Ciro’s eyes are wide and he looks down at his palms. There’s nothing there that I can see, and he looks back up at me with a mischievous expression. He smiles like there’s something that he’s thinking that would either scare me or fascinate me.
“Let me freshen up and then I’ll show you what it is,” Ciro replies. He stands off the bed. He leans down a bit and gives me a kiss on the forehead and walks off towards the bathroom.
I stare at him until he disappears. Damn, that man is beautifully formed; The best part about it is, he’s all mine. The blonder streaks make his facial features much more in your face and he looks like an enigma. Which to me, he is.
* * *
Ciro’s freshening up takes longer than I have the patience to wait, so I fall back to sleep. If anyone can take their sweet time getting ready, it’s him. I’ve noticed over the short months staying with him that if he’s done before me it’s because he got ready earlier than me, but if it was a race, I’d win. The man needs everything to be perfect, and he showers for an eternity.
As I settle into my nap and almost drift into my dreams when Ciro grips my ankles tight and I pop my eyes open to see what the hell is going on. I know it’s Ciro, but again; I didn’t hear him make any sound. Ciro is staring at me with a goal in his mind and a smile so wicked it almost distracts me from the rest of his naked body. He’s dripping wet, I follow all the water droplets that I can until he pulls me closer to the edge of the bed. “Can you feel this?” He asks. I feel a jolt of electricity zing through me again.
“Yes!” I say in a surprised tone. “What is that and how are you doing it?” I ask.
“Humph… I told you, I’d show you.” He pulls me even closer. He wraps my legs around his waist.
Ciro grips the waistband of both my jogger shorts and my panties, ripping them apart. He licks his lips and sucks his bottom lip into his mouth. Ciro’s hands go to my waist and I suck in a deep breath when his fingernails dig into the skin there. His dick grows hard from that and I’m so wet from the action that it’s making me delirious. Before I could question what he’s doing, Ciro lifts me up, and he drops me hard on his dick. I feel every part of him as he enters me. I moan, throwing my head back as I hold on to his arms. My nails dig in. Ciro grunts, but he doesn’t give me a chance to truly adjust to everything as he bounces me up and down on him. I shudder as I feel those same brief jolts of electricity. I thought there was nothing new he could do, but boy, am I wrong.
“Oh…” I get out.
I feel as Ciro moves, taking a couple of steps and my back is against a wall. Which one? I don’t know, and I couldn’t care less. I feel Ciro’s lips on mine and my hands travel going until they meet together behind his neck. Ciro lifts me up more but doesn’t stop kissing me. After kissing me close enough to make me lose my mind, Ciro stops and pulls out. He moves me higher and places my legs over his shoulder. I hold on to him as he grabs my ass and brings me up more, where my pussy is in his face. Ciro groans and he uses the tip of his nose to play with my clit. Then he inhales like a madman and when he exhales, he shows me in depth why earning him eating me out like this is always worth it.
I slam the back of my head against the cold surface behind me and I don’t even care about it. I bite my lip and try my best not to make too much noise as Ciro flattens his tongue and does this weird thing with his tongue that has my body reacting in a way that declares its love for Ciro. I cum; I’m so light-headed I don’t take in that Ciro has moved us over to the bed until he drops me on it roughly. “Turn around. On your belly and stretch out,” he commands. His voice is hoarse.
I comply by doing as he says. I feel as Ciro’s weight dips the bed. Ciro’s fingers dip in my juices and he plays in it like it’s nothing while he builds me up again. I take ragged breaths as he spreads my ass cheeks. I feel his dick at the entrance there, but he rubs the tip up and down between my cheeks. Ciro side steps, taking me like that and owning me as he slams me down on the bed hard. He slips into my pussy, making me think of the first time he took me like this. “You once asked me to be worse than your nightmare and I said I couldn’t do it… You remember that, baby?”
I tremble. “Yes.”
“Good. You still want me in there? You want me to be worse?” he says in a slight groan as he fucks me like a man unhinged.
“Yes…” I shudder at my admission. “I want that. Rip me apart, Ciro, take me in the worst way. Defile me, ruin me and then when I think it’s over, put me back together. Make me a new symphony. Bring me so high that you’re the only one who can play these keys of mine,” I utter like a madwoman.
“Hmm…” Ciro groans. “Don’t forget to come back to me. If you want me to stop, the safe word is sugar.” Is all the warning I get as Ciro ups the ante.
