38

MILLIE
With my chin resting on my knees, I struggled to control my heavy breathing. Gio’s lips met my ear, his arm enveloping me and drawing me closer to his side. It was an unconventional position, my legs drawn towards my chest, and yet his touch felt astonishingly good against my sensitized skin. The press of his erection against my thigh further heightened the sensory overload, his warm breath fanning across my ear.
“Relax,” he coaxed in a husky tone, his words a balm to my heightened senses. Slowly, I felt a gentle pressure against my entrance, and I peered down, my heart racing. Gio’s finger teased me, dipping in briefly before circling my opening, each motion sending a surge of pleasure through me.
“Look at me,” he commanded, and I obeyed, captured by the intensity of his gray eyes. His voice, a blend of desire and appreciation, filled my ears. “You are so wet and soft and tight. You can’t imagine how fucking good this feels.” His length grazed my thigh, a reminder of his presence. Our lips met in a searing kiss, his tongue seeking entrance as his finger slid deeper within me. Pleasure mingled with sensation as he worked his finger, his thumb joining in to stroke my clit. The building pleasure resonated within me, my hips moving in harmony with his rhythm.
Abruptly, he withdrew his hand, and a whimper of protest escaped me. Gio’s laughter, a deep and resonant sound, filled the air as he knelt before me. Our eyes locked as his fingers traced a path over my folds, his touch igniting a trail of fire. His focus remained on my face as he pushed the tip of his finger against my entrance, causing my muscles to clench involuntarily. A low exhale escaped me, a mixture of tension and anticipation.
As he began to slide his finger in and out, a slow and deliberate dance, I felt myself relax into the sensation. His mouth descended upon my clit, and a whimper slipped past my lips. My legs instinctively spread wider, the intensity of pleasure building as Gio’s expert touch alternated between his finger and his lips. With an uncontrollable cry, I teetered on the edge, my hips moving urgently.
In a rush of ecstasy, I tumbled over that edge, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over me. Fingers clutching the blanket beneath me, I shattered into a million fragments, my world consumed by sensation.
Gio withdrew his finger, his lips pressing a kiss to my bellybutton before he settled beside me. His erection, flushed and glistening, demanded attention. Acting on instinct, I reached out, my touch exploring the evidence of his desire. A primal growl escaped him, his muscles flexing beneath his skin. “I want your mouth on me,” his voice was a low rumble, and I froze, my hand hovering uncertainly.
The weight of his request hung in the air, an unspoken understanding between us. However, doubts and questions filled my mind. Uncertainty swirled around the term “blow job,” and the fear of not meeting his expectations gnawed at me. Yet, a sense of fairness and a curiosity to please pushed me forward, the next chapter of exploration awaiting us.
I couldn’t shake off the weight of his words about Alyssa, a memory that clung to my mind like an unwelcome echo. The idea of embodying anything remotely akin to her was repulsive, yet here I was, grappling with the conflict between my apprehensions and my desire to not be deemed a complete failure in Gio’s eyes. Overthinking had become my unwanted companion.
The atmosphere hung heavy as Gio’s voice cut through the charged air, his calm demeanor barely concealing the palpable strain beneath. The moments we had shared had left their mark, leaving him in a state of longing. “Is your hesitation due to unwillingness or uncertainty?” he inquired, his attempt at composure betraying the urgency he felt. He had brought me to climax numerous times; a tempest of desire likely raged within him. “You can use your hands like last time,” he suggested when my response remained imprisoned by silence. A tendril of his touch brushed aside a strand of my blonde hair, his gray eyes delving into me with curiosity.
A cascade of thoughts and emotions surged within me. “No, I mean, I think I want to try,” I admitted, my words faltering slightly.
“You think?” Amusement laced Gio’s tone, painting his words with a playful hue. “But?” he prodded further.
Doubts took root within me. “What if I discover I dislike it?”
A nonchalant shrug graced Gio’s shoulders, though his expression belied his distaste for the notion. “Then you don’t. I won’t compel you.”
With a nod, I summoned the courage to bring myself closer to his persistent erection, untouched by our discourse. Gio’s body tensed, a tremor of anticipation coursing through him. Fueled by a mix of embarrassment and determination, I confessed, “I’m not entirely sure how to proceed.”
His arousal pulsed in response to my confession, a reaction I couldn’t suppress a chuckle at. Gio’s lips curled into a knowing grin. “Your innocence seems to be a rather effective weapon of torture, wouldn’t you agree?”
In a bid to alleviate my nervousness, I playfully blew a wisp of air against his tip, evoking a guttural moan from deep within him. “I doubt the term ‘blow job’ originates from such an act, does it?” I mused aloud.
His laughter, a genuine sound that seemed to resonate within me, dispelled some of my unease. “You have a knack for pushing me to the brink, my princess.”
“Please, don’t laugh,” I implored, a smile tugging at my lips. “I just don’t want to get it wrong.”
A predatory glint danced in his eyes as he contemplated me. “Shall I guide you?” Excitement smoldered within his gaze.
My affirmation was swift, a wordless admission of my uncertainty. “Alright,” he rasped, his voice laced with an intoxicating blend of anticipation. “Part your lips around the tip and exercise caution with your teeth. I do appreciate a hint of roughness, but please refrain from nibbling.”
A snort of amusement escaped me, swiftly overtaken by the tremors of anxiety that gripped me. Gio’s fingers found solace in the silken strands of my hair, resting at the base of my skull. Though he refrained from urging me forward, the tension in his touch betrayed his yearning. Taking a deep breath, I enveloped the tip within my mouth, mindful to evade contact with my teeth. His girth filled my mouth, demanding attentiveness. The taste, faintly salty, carried an unexpected allure.
“Now, let your tongue trace a path around it. Yes, just like that,” he murmured, his jaw clenched with restraint. “Take a bit more into your mouth and initiate a gentle up-and-down motion. And then, apply suction as you move. Perfect,” he groaned as my head bobbed, his hips involuntarily responding to my actions. An involuntary gag prompted me to retreat, a cough escaping me.
In a gesture of reassurance, he stroked my hair. “I apologize,” he conceded, his thumb brushing over my lips. “I’ll make an effort to remain steady.”
Rather than resuming my previous actions, I explored an alternative route. My tongue traversed his length, eliciting a raw moan from him. “Is this acceptable?” I inquired in a hushed whisper before repeating the movement.
“God, yes.”
With deliberation, I indulged in the unhurried exploration of every inch, with a special focus on the tip. The sensations were intoxicating, an unexpected rush of empowerment surging through me.
“It feels exquisite, but my craving to release is growing undeniable,” he confessed, his uncertainty evident. I met his gaze, my determination surmounting the echoes of Alyssa’s ill-fated words that attempted to sabotage this moment. “What would you have me do?” I asked, my voice a gentle plea.
“Suckle with more fervor and keep those mesmerizing eyes locked on mine.”
Fixated on him, I reclaimed him within my mouth, each movement imbued with a newfound zeal. His moans grew fervent, his hips responding with an almost imperceptible sway. His intensity seared into me, his teeth gritted as if fighting a losing battle. “If you’re averse to swallowing, you should withdraw…”
I recoiled abruptly, pulling away from him with a swift motion, which was accompanied by a distinctive sound. A split second later, he reached a climax, his essence spilling onto his abdomen and thighs. Gio shut his eyes, his erection quivering as an aftershock coursed through him. His hand, still tangled in my hair, tenderly caressed the curve of my neck and the top of my head. Gradually, he lowered his hand, but I clung to it, pressing my cheek against his palm, seeking his nearness in the wake of our shared experience.