I wake up at eight in the morning. I manage to get a few hours of sleep. After our little snack in the kitchen, accompanied by some truths that I didn't know I'd ever tell him and him telling me so little about his mother—which changed his mood, I grabbed his hand and walked him back into his bedroom where I dropped to my knees and asked him to teach me how to please him with my mouth.
The sexy groan that came out of Giovanni was enough to make me drool. The corner of his lips lifted into a panty-dropping grin as he said, "Who am I to say no to that perfect, fuckable mouth?"
