Matteo When Luke and I returned to his penthouse that night, I felt as if a damn train had run me over. I had not slept more than four hours in the last three days. The moment I saw Gianna every thought of tiredness vanished into thin air. Her hair was no longer brown. It wasn’t the red she had been before she ran away, but it was close and looked pretty damn great even with her swollen lip.
I had a feeling something was wrong though. After dinner with Aria and Luca we went back to our apartment. Gianna ran into the bedroom as if she couldn’t wait to get away from me; unfortunately for her that was the room I wanted her in anyway . I followed him and closed the door with a bang.
Gianna gave me an annoyed look but said nothing.
Instead she turned her back on me and went through the drawers. I walked over to her, slipped my arms around her waist and drew her to me. “You’re thinking too much . Why don’t you let yourself be distracted?” I sucked the skin above her pulse point into my mouth. She stiffened at first, but then relaxed against me.
“How do I know you won’t play with me again?” Her voice had a strange quality, but I was not in the mood to talk about emotions.
I kissed her up to her collarbone and slid my hand lower, grabbing her pussy through her clothes. She arched toward me. I smiled against her skin. She smelled of flowers and her delicious perfume. “Don’t worry. I want to savor you all night long. I want to make you come again and again.
She shivered against me, then her hand squeezed mine, pressing me harder against her. She emitted a greedy sound from the back of her throat. I licked her shoulder as my fingers slipped under her skirt and panties, grazing her wet folds. I stifled a moan at the sensation of her arousal. It took all my self-control not to stick my tongue into her pussy right away. I opened her velvety lips, brushing her smooth skin with my fingertips before slipping a finger inside her. She leaned her head against my shoulder at the same time as she reached out and grabbed my cock through my pants. I growled, then pushed myself against her palm.
I slipped another finger into her. Man, she was so tight.
Her inner walls tightened around my fingers like a vice. I couldn’t wait to replace them with my cock. I was too horny to take things slow or be gentle. I finger-fucked her, savoring the feel of her juices on my skin and the sounds coming out of her mouth. She moved her hips in rhythm with my thrusts and her grip on my cock tightened almost painfully. It was bloody fantastic. I rubbed my thumb over her shiny tip of pleasure.
“God, yes,” she gasped as her body stiffened against me. I kept thrusting as her orgasm coursed through her.
When she relaxed, I took her in my arms and carried her to the bed. I gave her no time to recover. I pulled down her skirt and panties and slipped between her legs, spreading them wide. My eyes admired her glorious pussy, glistening and perfectly pink. Unlike some girls Gianna was not shy about her body. She did not try to hide her breasts or her pussy from me. She let herself be admired, returned my gaze without hesitation. She was fucking perfect.
Without taking my eyes off her, I lowered my head. She stiffened when my lips almost touched her folds, but I paused to inhale deeply of her intoxicating scent. Gianna raised her hips, a silent request that made me smile. I didn’t need convincing. I licked long from her tight hole to her perfect pink clit. My cock twitched in response to her intoxicating taste. Fuck. I plunged in, licking and nibbling. She rewarded me with breathless moans. Her fingers sank into the covers as I sucked her inner lips into my mouth, teasing them gently until she wriggled on the bed. I took my time, drawing her close only to pull her back again and again. Gianna’s moans turned into cries. Watching her body arch in ecstasy was the most beautiful sight in the world. My erection was almost painful. When Gianna came down from her height, I let her go and quickly got off the bed.
I had to fuck her now or I would lose my mind. I took off my underpants and briefs but didn’t bother with my shirt.
Gianna surprised me by kneeling on the bed and wrapping her fingers around my cock. Her blue eyes were almost defiant as she lowered her mouth and closed her lips around my length. I groaned and my fingers moved her hair away from her face to get a better view of her mouth taking my cock. At that moment I almost came, but some mental tricks brought me back in line. At first slowly , then faster and faster, Gianna sucked me, her pink lips stretched around my width. I wanted to cum in her mouth as she looked at me that way, but even more I wanted to feel her tight pussy again. She circled my tip with her tongue before taking me almost all the way to the back of her throat.
Then she pulled back abruptly and wiped her mouth.
He raised his eyebrows. “How do you like it when I stop like this?”
I chuckled. Was he trying to make me pay for this morning ? She had picked a bad time. I climbed on top of her with a wicked smile and pressed my erection against her warm opening. Her eyes widened, but I gave her no time to react. I hooked my hand under her leg and opened it further before beginning to slide inside her. She was still tense and her face flushed with discomfort at my intrusion. I slowed down further, entering her and giving her time to get used to my cock. Yesterday I had not been careful because I did not know the truth but today I wanted to make her come with me in her. I watched her face carefully until I sheathed myself completely in her narrow channel. I paused for a moment. She grabbed me by the shoulders, the challenge returned in her gaze. “Are you going to stay like that or are you ever going to start moving?”
“Oh, I’ll move.” I emphasized my words with a short, experimental push to see how he would react. This time there was no sign of discomfort and I was damn happy. I needed to fuck her now and I didn’t want to hold back. Keeping my eyes on her face, I set a hard and fast pace, not as hard as I would have liked but Gianna was probably still sore even if she wouldn’t admit it. She was tight, tightening around my cock in a mind-blowing way. Every moan I extracted from her lips sounded like a fucking victory because it was obvious she was trying to hold them back. I changed the angle and penetrated even deeper into her. Another moan escaped him.
I slid in between us, pressing my fingers on her clit. I needed her to come. My orgasm was already near and there was no chance of my coming before her.
I pushed hard and deep, and Gianna’s eyes widened, her face contorted with pleasure. She grabbed my back, her nails scratched my skin, and I lost it. I fucked her even harder, losing every ounce of control. Lust blurred my vision as I poured into her. I growled against her smooth throat, taking in her scent as I consumed myself in her pussy. Gianna breathed heavily as my body stopped. I lifted my head and smiled at her flushed face, even as she frowned. It was almost adorable that she was still trying to carry on the show.
Slowly I pulled out of her. She gasped, then quickly masked it.
“Irritated?” I asked as I lay down beside her. I touched her belly. She did not push me away; she merely shrugged in response.
I moved closer and kissed a spot just below her ear.
“Has sex made you dumb?”
“You wish,” she murmured, her voice slower and more relaxed than usual.
“No, that would be boring. The things that come out of your mouth are more fun than you think.
She gave me a look. “I’m happy to amuse you.”
“Me too.”
Like last night I waited for him to fall asleep before I relaxed . I wasn’t sure things would ever change.
*** The next few days followed the same routine until one night Gianna’s breathing did not slow down as usual.
I was damn tired and was rapidly losing my fight against drowsiness.
“You always wait for me to fall asleep first,” she said in the dark, waking me up out of my sleep.
She had obviously noticed. “Sometimes I forget how alert you are.”
She turned, looking at me in the darkness. I could make out the whites of her eyes and the outlines of her head, but not much more. “Why?”
“I’m a wary bastard.”
“Do you think I would kill you in your sleep?”
It was hard to gauge his emotions without seeing his expression, and I hated the hell out of him. “Have you thought about it ?” It was supposed to sound like a joke but turned out to be too serious.
“No, I can’t stand the sight of blood.”
“Is that the only reason I don’t have one of my knives stuck in my back?”
“NO. Killing you would not get me out of this apartment.
I don’t know the elevator code.”
“That’s a relief,” I murmured. I wasn’t sure if he was joking or not. “You don’t seem so unhappy in our marriage.”
“We’ve only been married for a few days and you’re never around, that’s an advantage. And maybe I’m a good actress.”
“Then it’s good that I don’t trust you.”
“Yes,” he said seriously.
“I suppose you want to scare me?” I asked quietly, getting so close to her that I could feel her breath on my cheek.
“I don’t think there is anything or anyone who can scare you,” she whispered in response.
“Everyone is afraid of something. Why should I be any different?”
“Because you are the scariest person I know.”
I paused. He didn’t seem to be joking. “Are you afraid of me?”
Silence was my answer.
I took her arm. “Gianna?”
“Yes,” was her sleepy reply.
“Why?”
But her breathing had calmed. She had fallen asleep.
What was I supposed to do with her admission? I had never given her reason to fear me. Okay, she had seen me do some scary things, but I had never done anything to her. It took me a long time to fall asleep.
*** The next day Gianna did not mention our conversation from the previous night. I had a feeling she hated the fact that I had been honest. I had never avoided a topic, but I had not asked her again why she was afraid of me. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know.
Gianna kept touching her lip during breakfast. It was no longer swollen.
“Let me take a look,” I said, pulling her hand away. ” I think we can take the stitches out.”
She grimaced. “Now?”
“Scared?” I asked because I couldn’t help myself.
“No, of course not,” he said. I wondered if she was referring to something more than stitches. I got up and led her to the bathroom where I kept my medical kit. Gianna did not protest when I lifted her onto the sink and this time I slipped between her legs.
I took small scissors from the kit. “Open your mouth.”
She did, but she gave me a warning look, as if she thought I was up to something naughty. I smiled and kissed her ‘ear. “You know how kids always get a reward as a treat after they’ve been to the doctor?”
She rolled her eyes but did not push my hand away when I pressed it against her middle through her jeans.
“Be a good girl and you will be rewarded.”
I pulled back, enjoying the frown on Gianna’s face. She didn’t have a chance to retort because I started working on her points. It didn’t take long, and Gianna only winced twice. “Done,” I said, putting down my scissors and tweezers. “Do you want your reward now?” I massaged her pussy.
She looked at him.
“You just have to say the words.” She tightened her lips . “NO?” I said, stepping back, and stopped touching her.
“Like I need you for that,” she said mischievously, then opened her jeans and slipped her hand inside.
I exhaled as I watched her fingers move under the fabric. “Fuck.” I walked over to her and ripped her jeans and panties down her legs.
Gianna would not stop stroking herself. Her slender fingers nimbly massaged her clitoris as she watched me with half-closed eyes. She was the hottest thing I had ever seen.
“Open your legs a little wider,” I ordered. To my surprise, Gianna obeyed. Her eyes were clouded with lust as she teased herself. Damn, I could see how wet she was.
I leaned against the wall, unzipped my fly, and pulled out my cock. Gianna stroked herself even faster as I wrapped my hand around my erection and began to masturbate.
“This is messed up,” she whispered. She couldn’t take her eyes off my cock, and I couldn’t tear them away from her fingers working on his pink bulge.
“Who cares?” I growled. “Put a finger in your pussy.”
He slipped a finger into her tight opening.
“One more,” I asked.
She barely hesitated. But I couldn’t fucking take it anymore . I staggered forward, pushed her hand away, and buried myself deeply in her. She shuddered around me as her orgasm surged through her. After a few thrusts I came, too.
“It’s so fucked up,” she said again, her voice charged with sex.
I still didn’t come out of her. Instead I leaned my forehead against her shoulder and caught my breath.
“Messy is good.”
“I knew you’d say that.”