I want Ezio to love me gently. Kissing me, coaxing me open slowly as I shed my shyness, and clothes. He looks at my body with love and tells me I’m beautiful. He leans over me on the bed, kissing further down until he runs his tongue along the length of my cock. He sucks me gently, testing the waters, before taking me down his throat so I moan. His pace quick but not harsh, pulling back just as I’m about to come. I whine but he chuckles and tells me, “Be patient, amore mio”.

He turns his back, arching to expose his plump, round ass. His lubed fingers press slowly into his hole and I watch as he gasps and sighs as he fucks himself. Finally, he turns back to me, positions over my cock and sinks down with a moan. “So good…so good for me,” he tells me, clenching tightly around me. He rides me agonizingly slow until I finally thrust my hips, frustrated with pleasure. He grinds, “That’s it…take control, beautiful.” So I do, flipping us and pounding into him at a quick, demanding pace. He comes first, tears forming in his eyes at the overstimulation of my cock hitting his g spot over and over again. Just as it’s almost too much I grind into him and release my cum inside. We lay there a second, panting. Then we clean each other, perhaps having another round in the shower.