Alina
When I open my eyes, the bedroom is already bathing in the morning sunlight. The window is ajar, and for a moment I just watch the
curtain sway in the gentle breeze. September is almost here, reminding us to get all we can out of the last summer days. If all means the embrace of my beloved, I am ready to spend the next few days in his bed.
Yesterday was one hell of a mess. My muscles are still sore, and the wounds on my palms are still stinging. To be honest, I was so tired after
everything that happened that I couldn’t even wrap my mind around the story of Beatrice and Cassio. Were they lovers? Did she betray him? Does it mean Gio and Isabella are Messinas now?
I close my eyes and listen to Gio’s breathing behind my back. None of it matters, really. All I want is a peaceful life for my future husband and our child-and it looks like we have finally earned it.
I can’t help but smile and roll onto my back, my hand mindlessly sliding to rest on my belly while my gaze finds the outline of Gio’s face. He huffs in his sleep and shifts closer to me, his hand reaching for my thigh as if to check that I’m still here. The gesture is sweet and intimate, and I feel warmth spreading at the pit of my stomach in response.
God, I wish we had all the time in the world-but out of all days, today is our first appointment with an obstetrician to talk about my pregnancy and everything we need to know. We can’t be late, but…ah, it wouldn’t take too long, would it?
While I keep thinking about it, my hand starts mindlessly crawling up Gio’s thigh until it finds…oh. I blink and bite my lip, the warmth of
shyness and arousal flooding my cheeks. Why is he so hard already?
“What are you doing, baby?” Gio asks all of a sudden, and the deep, hoarse notes of his voice send goosebumps down my arms. He shifts in his place until his hand grazes my side, tracing the shape of my breasts. “Do you want something from me, huh?”
I bite my lip, turning my head to look into his dark eyes. Yeah, no, we aren’t getting out of this bed anytime soon. “Yeah, I do.”
“What do you want?” Gio smirks, pushing himself up on his elbow.
He likes forcing me to talk dirty, and I can’t even say which one of us enjoys it more.
“I-I want you,” I whisper, rolling onto my side to press myself closer to him. My breasts press flush against his chest, and I raise my knee to throw it over his leg, rubbing against him. I can play dirty too.
I can see Gio lick his lips and swallow, his gaze darting to my lips, his hand sliding down my thigh-but instead of diving deeper, Gio only
strokes me with his thumb, teasing me. The spot is so sensitive that my whole body shivers, pressing closer to him, and I feel the sweet heat of arousal spreading through me like a wave.
“You have to tell me what you want, baby girl,” Gio whispers in his husky voice into my ear, touching it with his lips, and I close my eyes and part my lips with a breathy sigh.
“I want you to hold me…” “And?”
“And kiss me.”
I can’t see him, but I can hear a smirk in his voice. “Is that all?” Oh for goodness sake!
I lick my lips, gather myself for a moment, and let out in a hushed whisper, “I want your cock.”
Gio huffs with a soft sound and presses a kiss to my hair, still teasing me. “It’s all yours.”
At the same time, he rubs himself against me, sliding his hand between my thighs, and I tremble in anticipation-but the teasing note in his voice wakes up something in me. Something that wants to make him bite back his teasing and show that I can be just as good at it. Does Gio want me to tell him how much I want him to fuck me? Well, why not get him to the point where he can’t hold himself back?
“Is it?” I say with a sweet smile, and pull back just to look Gio in the eyes. My hand squeezes his growing hardness, and I can see him raise his eyebrows in surprise. I don’t take initiative very often, but who knows? Maybe today is a special day.
“Oh, baby,” he murmurs into my lips, kissing me again and again as I stroke him through his underwear.
It’s almost fascinating how his body responds to every touch, but it’s not very comfortable in this position, so I use my other hand to push him onto his back and climb on top of him. The view is truly something. Gio’s pecs are on display, his muscles flexing, his dark eyes looking all over me with hungry fire as I push his underwear out of the way.
God, I don’t know what I’m doing, and I don’t know why I’m doing it, but at the sight of his shaft-hard and ready for me-I can’t help myself. I hold it with one hand as I lean down and take it in my mouth.
It’s not as groundbreaking as I expected it to be. It’s just hot, soft on my tongue, and a little salty. It’s not that special to me-but as soon as I wrap my lips around it, Gio lets out a strangled sound and gathers the blanket into a fist, looking at me with wide eyes.
“Alina?” he whispers in surprise, clearly unprepared for such a turn of events, and I tighten my lips and slide him into my mouth. The sigh full of pleasure that escapes his lips is all the encouragement I need.
I’m pretty sure that Gio can sense how awkward and inexperienced I am-this is literally the first time I’ve used my mouth for…this. But he doesn’t seem to mind. While I stroke him in one rhythm with my hand and my lips, Gio grunts and curses under his breath, his eyes closed, his fingers on my shoulders.
It feels so good to make him feel good that I don’t even realize how aroused I am until Gio pats my shoulder all of a sudden. “God, baby, you- come here, I wanna kiss you.”
I obediently raise on my knees to meet his lips-and that’s when he catches my waist and pulls me closer to him. His erection pokes against the inner side of my thigh, and I tremble at the sensation, everything inside of me tensing up. God, I want it.
“You deserve a treat now,” Gio whispers, and before I know it he’s directing himself between my legs and bucking his hips up. Oh god!
I let out a sound between a moan and a meow, arching my back and clutching his shoulders. I didn’t expect it to happen so suddenly, but damn, it feels so good. I can feel just how hot Gio is, and my own body accepts him so readily that I feel the urge to take him deep right away.
I rock on my knees, exploring the depth and angles with shivers of pleasure running through me while Gio strokes my sides, plays with my breasts, and whispers praises and curses between my quiet moans. “Fuck, baby, you’re so hot, so beautiful-I wish I could show you to the world like this.”
Oh. The image of being spread wide and taken by Gio in the middle of a club pops up in my head again, and I squeeze him despite myself, taking him deeper.
“Oh, do you like that? Do you want everyone to know that you’re mine?”
I lick my lips and nod despite myself, pushing my head back in hot waves of ecstasy. Yes, yes, please. In the delirium of pleasure, I can feel Gio’s rhythm turning more frantic, making my hips bounce, our bodies following each other in the race to the peak. He pushes himself up to hold me closer, and I whimper, pushing my knees up.
“Are you my little slut?” Gio growls and slaps my thigh, and I hiccup through my gasps and nod.
“Yeah.”
“Are you gonna cum for me?”
I shut my eyes and feel a strong wave of pleasure shimmer under my skin, the muscles of my thighs giving up. “Yes, yes.”
“Do it, baby-ah, I want you, yes, yes, ride it like that.”