(IVANNA)
The castle is quiet when I come in from the vineyards, and my skin prickles in the air conditioning. It is time for a shower and a nap.
Stretching out my arms to ease my aches, I climb the stairs and turn toward my room. Rather, Sergio's room.
How could I forget? At least his bed is comfortable. That is the only upside.
Closing the bedroom door behind me, I walk in and toss Sergio's hat onto an armchair. I start to take off my clothes then pause. Is the shower running?
My hands freeze, my mind sticks on that noise. Sergio is in there. And he is showering.
Oh God, I should leave. I shouldn't think about him naked and soapy, hands gliding over that body, his thick cock swinging between his legs.
I used to love showering with him, getting on my knees in the hot spray and worshiping him with my mouth. He'd brace his hands on the tile and watch as he pumped his hips, dragging the heavy length of him in and out of my throat.
