“So are you,” I said, reaching up to caress his face.
He really was too.
A strong, handsome man.
Settling next to me, I ran my fingers across the broad width of his chest as I slowly removed the white shirt he was still wearing. Bending low, he gently kissed me. I didn’t stop him when his hands moved to remove the bra I was still wearing as he carefully helped me out of it, tossing it onto a nearby chair.
I was bare before him.
He could see everything.
Every scar.
Every evil, demented thing done to me.
I wanted so badly to cover myself, and when I went to move my hands to do so, he captured them. “You are beautiful,Bella. Don’t hide who you are. Not with me. Not ever.”
Releasing my hands, he slowly slid his palm over the warmth of my chest, down my stomach, his fingers trailing lightly down my thigh.
“Stunning,” he whispered, mesmerized as if he was touching something priceless.
He made me feel strong, pure, valid for the first time in my life.
Everything about him called deeply to me as he touched and explored my body. I felt beautiful and wanted for who I was, not what I could provide, and I wasn’t a vessel for someone’s enjoyment.
He desired me.
Only me.
And for the first time in my life, I felt cherished.
As he continued his exploration, I basked in the beauty of his ministrations. His touch unlocked a yearning I kept hidden, deep within me. A place so deep, so safe I never ventured for fear of exposing the real me to the world. With one touch, he found my secret, unlocked it, and exposed me, freeing me from the chains that bound me. All the suffering I endured vanished as he slowly erased my past, replacing everything with his soft touch, his gentle kisses, his loving adoration.
Embracing what he was giving me, I found myself lost in his embrace, as he loved me as only he could, with his whole body binding me to him in a way I couldn’t tell where he began, and I stopped.
Kissing every inch, every scar, every part of my body, I was lost in a blissful state of pleasure. I felt as if I was flying, hovering over my body, as sparks of tantalization roamed over me.
“Please, Giovanni,” I moaned, my voice barely a whisper as his hands slipped between my legs, parting them slightly. Gently sliding his finger in a lingering path from my hip to my pussy, down one side of my smooth fold and up the other side. Easing a single finger inside me, I gasped, arching off the bed as his finger slowly, achingly moved forward. His thumb circled my pulsing nub.
God, he was torturing me as I moaned, lifting my hips to draw him in.
Space and time evaporated.
Nothing existed but this sensual moment.
At the core, I panted and begged for what I knew was to come.
Needing that explosive feeling of release.
Holding me in place with his other hand, he slipped a second finger into me, further this time, two knuckles deep. “Can you feel that,Cara? Feel what I am doing to you.”
The room was hot. I felt as if my body was on fire as he continued to pleasure me. I began to pant, my breaths coming quicker as I let myself get lost in the ecstasy of him. And just when I didn’t think I could handle another second, I felt his mouth on my clit as he sucked it deep.
I screamed out as my body convulsed, stars burst all around me, the fire exploded in a flash of light as a warmth encapsulated me, sending shock waves all over my body.
As the fire faded, the stars subsided, and the warmth receded, I opened my eyes to see and feel him laying over me with a look of such devotion, I felt like crying.
His hands rested on the side of my face, his thumbs gently wiping away the tears I didn’t know I shed. I could feel every inch of him as he laid cradle between my legs. I could feel him poised to enter me as waves of pleasure and fear beat at me. He slowly lowered his lips to mine, kissing me deeply as his hips moved forward, penetrating slowly, gliding himself into me.