- RORY -
Luciano said I wouldn't lose him, and then he made love to me.
Love.
Four letters—so easy to say. I've said them plenty of times, but this… this love? Luciano's love? It's so much different than anything that's come before. It fills me without trying to keep anything for itself.
Now I'm tired and blissful and tangled up with this man in the covers, smiling stupidly while my eyes remain closed. I could lay here forever. Warm. Safe. At peace. With a giant, skillful, heavenly penis at the ready. With Luciano's words rolling over me in sweet murmurs while he caresses me and presses kisses into my hair.
"How is your hand?" The deep husk of Luci's voice rumbles beneath the firm chest I'm pressed against, and he tucks me closer, retrieving the injured hand from my side and lifting it for close observation.
