36

MILLIE
Breaking the kiss elicited a growl, a testament to Gio’s hunger, yet I persisted. His grip on my waist tightened, his stormy eyes questioning as they found mine. Offering a chaste peck on his cheek, I wound my arms around his neck. “Can we talk for a bit?”
Desire simmered in his gaze, but he relented, leaning against the Jacuzzi’s edge. “What do you want to talk about?”
Gio’s hand embarked on a lower exploration, tracing tender paths over my skin. Despite the tempting distraction, I remained steadfast, my goal resolute. The hunger in his eyes vied for attention as I forged ahead.
A question emerged, one tugging at my curiosity, despite the hard edges it might uncover. “What happened to your mother?” Though her passing during Gio’s youth was known, Enrique’s explanations had been scant, possibly driven by ignorance or a desire to shield me from certain truths.
A sudden rigidity replaced Gio’s ease, his eyes hardening. “She died,” his response was curt, his face turning away, his jaw clenching. “That’s not the kind of thing I want to talk about tonight.”
His resistance stung, a poignant reminder of the barriers between us. My nod conveyed understanding, though disappointment lingered.
Gio’s hand retreated from its exploration, a slower journey tracing my hip, lower, reaching my inner thigh. His touch edged under my bikini bottoms, a caress that should have prompted resistance, yet I found myself yielding, allowing a greater proximity. Gio’s lips brushed my neck before he drew back, his other hand deftly tugging at my bikini top, baring my breast to the elements. The cool breeze ignited goosebumps, my nipple reacting to the newfound exposure.
Gio’s gaze fixated on my chest, his throat emitting a primal sound. In a display of reverence, he inclined his head and drew my nipple into his mouth, his thumb tantalizingly tracing circles over my clit. The overwhelming sensation elicited a fervent cry from me, as his lips and thumb worked in perfect unison. He relinquished my nipple with a distinct pop, his hungry eyes snapping up to meet mine. Pressing his tongue upon my sensitive bud, his gaze locked onto me, a command not to avert my eyes.
I tried to divert my gaze, but a low snarl from him arrested my attempt. “No. Look at me,” he insisted.
And so, I obeyed. I observed as he enveloped my nipple once more, skillfully employing his tongue to tease and explore. His intense gray eyes remained anchored on me, a potent hunger radiating from his every fiber. A gentle bite sent a surge of pleasure through me, my hips involuntarily bucking against his hand, which continued to provoke my desires. A cascade of release surged within me, its intensity shuddering through my frame. Swift as lightning, Gio withdrew, his grip on my hips allowing him to effortlessly lift me to the Jacuzzi’s edge.
“Gio, what are you-?” My question was truncated as he tore my bikini bottoms, the fabric practically rending in his haste. A gasp escaped my lips, and I instinctively attempted to shield myself, only to have Gio position himself firmly between my legs, parting them insistently before lowering his head.
In disbelief, shock, and a mixture of other sensations, I emitted another gasp. Gio’s tongue traced a path from my entrance up to my clit, his actions marked by a feral growl of approval.
“God, yes,” his voice resonated with raw desire.
My eyes darted around, a flicker of concern about prying eyes registering in my mind. Only a partial screen shielded us, but Gio’s mouth engulfed my outer lips, obliterating my apprehensions.
“Look at me,” his muffled command reached me through the haze of arousal, his warm breath fanning my heated skin. My gaze lowered, embarrassment blending with longing as I met his intense stare. Locked in a visual exchange, he deliberately slid his tongue between my folds, extracting a fervent moan from me.
“You are mine,” his words bore the weight of possession, his tongue continuing its deliberate assault, each stroke kindling my desire further. His eyes bore into mine as he intensified his ministrations, coaxing pleasure to surge through my being. My defenses crumbled, and my hand found its way into his hair, a silent plea for more. The climax consumed me in a violent wave, my cries echoing as I writhed against his fervent lips.
Yet, he showed no mercy. His fervor persisted, his focus unyielding. My head fell back, my gaze drifting to the night sky above. This time, no command was issued, but the auditory symphony of his actions painted a vivid picture. His sucking, his licking, the telltale hums of approval, the tantalizing gusts of his breath, and then more of his relentless licking. My senses were ablaze, my very core quaking. I teetered on the precipice, Gio’s insistent tongue pushing me beyond the edge, evoking another climax that radiated through me. I squeezed my eyes shut, my body arching, the cool marble surface providing a contrasting sensation to the fire that consumed me. The sounds, so inappropriate yet undeniably arousing, formed a symphony that resonated with the depths of my desire.
Gio’s tongue withdrew, the last tremors of my orgasm subsiding. Before I could process, his finger pressed against my entrance, a sudden intrusion that jolted me. A mix of foreignness and unexpectedness made me jerk, a gasp of discomfort escaping me. My body tensed as I struggled to regain my breath. The sensation was alien, unlike anything I’d experienced before. Not even tampons had ventured this far, a deliberate choice on my part and a point of concern for my cautious mother.
“Damn, you’re so tight, Millie,” Gio’s voice rumbled, his words piercing the air.
I pressed my hands onto the Jacuzzi’s rim, attempting to relax. Gio moved partially out of the water, his finger remaining inside me. I bit my lip, avoiding his gaze.
“Hey,” his voice, rough and gentle, coaxed me to look at him. I met his eyes.
“I should have taken it slower, but you were so wet,” he admitted, his tone a mixture of apology and arousal.
I nodded, my voice failing me in the face of this new sensation. His finger stayed still, a strange fullness lingering within me. Gio’s lips met mine, his eyes darker and more intense than ever, brimming with a hunger that both terrified and excited me.
“Does it still hurt?” he asked, his voice a rasp.
I shifted my hip, trying to convey the complex sensations. “It’s uncomfortable, a bit burning,” I murmured, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
Gio’s touch ignited a flurry of sensations within me, his lips brushing against mine before his mouth claimed the lower part of my lips, his actions both bold and daring. His words, a blend of desire and audacity, slipped from his lips, acknowledging the intensity of his arousal. Though taken aback, my reaction was not solely that of shock; a curious intrigue mingled with my astonishment.
In response, my widened eyes met his gaze, a mixture of vulnerability and uncertainty surfacing within me. His gesture was met with my silent questioning, to which he offered a subtle shake of his head, his attempt to quell the terror that had begun to creep into my expression. His reassurance was met with a retort, a playful jibe laced with a hint of annoyance, my intention less to reproach him and more to test the boundaries we were navigating.
As my mind processed the experience, I found myself reflecting on the progression of our encounters. Gradually, I had adapted to his presence, becoming familiar with his touch, particularly that of his finger, which had introduced me to a new realm of pleasure. The memory of his previous actions lingered in my mind, a paradise I yearned to revisit. The yearning was palpable, a silent wish for his lips and tongue to once again bestow their magic upon me.
Gio’s expression shifted, a subtle transformation that eluded easy interpretation. His voice softened as he began to explain, the words carrying an undercurrent of sincerity. He recounted his intentions, the desire to guide me towards an additional climax, a detail that both intrigued and sent a shiver down my spine. The mixture of emotions within me intensified, the anticipation building, despite my efforts to maintain a semblance of composure.