With the tip of my penis, I could feel her engorged, swollen pussy as her core gripped me so tightly. I slowly began to move inside her allowing my penis to slide all the way into her. I paid particular attention to the front of her vagina, deep inside. I could feel her body contract, sort of as if she was taking a hit to the stomach. I wrapped both of my arms around her torso, pulling her into my body, and rested my weight on my elbows. She was one with me as the rhythm of our bodies joined in tandem while our minds floated together in agonizing bliss.
“Please,” she murmured.
“Not yet,Tesoro. Stay with me.” I told her as I stopped moving inside her. Holding her, completely still, I added, “Don’t move.”
“Gio...” she whined.
I could feel her vaginal muscles grip my manhood so tightly I felt like cumming right on the spot.
I whispered, “Not yet,mia Amore.” I was not trying to tease or torture her, but I was not ready for her to climax. I wanted us both to savor more of this journey together.
Holding her still, I felt her body relax a little as I began to move again.
She gasped for air.
My arms released her abdomen, and I raised my torso off of her. I could see goose pimples rise on her skin as the cool air rushed over her flesh.
I began to pull out of her but, before I was completely out, I pushed in at a downward angle and crammed the tip of my penis into her g-spot. I pulled back, then again forcing the tip of my dick into her soft tissue.
She tried to raise her torso and reached for me with her right hand.
I put my palm in the middle of her upper back and pushed her back down into the bed. She was helpless and writhing in sexual agony. I knew she felt as if she was coming out of her skin, but I was in complete control, so all she could do was take what I gave her and hang on for dear life.
I reached around her waist with my free hand and found her naval with my middle finger once again. I began to press into her belly button tissue once more.
Layla came undone as she tried to move with my thrusts, but I had her practically immobilized. I knew I was driving her insane with sensation, but I could tell she loved every agonizing pulse of pleasure I was pushing into her body.
I knew she was close. Soon she would be soaring again as I was not too far behind her. Closing my eyes, I was no longer aware of any noises or movements she was making. My body had become one with the primal thing that was at the root of all human existence. Something beyond control and reason, something that was magical and unearthly.
Then, I feel it. The hot heat of orgasm ripped through my body, and I became stiff with pleasure as I released my seed inside her body. I felt her spasms causing her to scream out as a deep groan ripped from the back of her throat so fierce that it must have hurt, yet she was helpless to contain it.
My body went limp on top of hers as I savored the most exquisite orgasm of my life as my cock still twitched and seeped deep into her womb. I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. For the first time in weeks, I felt at peace as if pure joy had wrapped itself around me.
Seconds or minutes later, I rolled to the side, taking Layla with me. My cock was still buried deep within her as she snuggled closer to me for warmth. Spooning myself around her, I held her against me and whispered, “Sleep,Tesoro.”
44
Layla
I was aware when he slipped from the bed and walked into the bathroom.
Next, I heard the shower and water running in the tub.
I was too relaxed to think much about anything and snuggled deeper into the warm bed.
For weeks now, I had been battling it out in my head about what happened during my captivity and how it all culminated on the tanker. I tamped down so much anger I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to cry, scream, shout, rail against the world, and demand justice.
But to what end?
My tormentors were dead.
My brother killed Jekyll, and Giovanni killed my birth father.
Healing from that trauma took weeks. Sometimes if I moved in a certain direction, I could still feel a twinge of pain. I never said anything to Gio, not wanting to worry him. But I was having problems with my mind. Since the tanker, I couldn’t compartmentalize anything. Every bad, depraved detail was at the forefront of my mind. There was no recess. Everything was on a constant loop as it played over and over again.
That was when Roxy and Gio insisted I speak with a therapist. I didn’t want to at first, but after a few meetings, I found myself looking forward to my therapy secession. There was just something about speaking to a complete stranger. There was no judgment, no sympathy, just a person who genuinely wanted to help me get through what I suffered.
After a while, I was able to make it a few hours without a flashback, then a day, and now it’s been two weeks since my last episode. For thefirst time in a long time, I finally believed I had control of my mind once again.