I gasped into his mouth as he deepened the kiss, as he languidly explored, his hips pushing achingly deeper. Over and over, he moved tenderly inside me, as if he was savoring every minute, every second I gave him. And God help me, I wanted to give him everything.
Releasing my mouth, I took a deep breath as a new sensation covered me. Holding onto him tightly, I raked my fingers down his back to hold him tighter to me, never wanting to let him go.
“Gio,” I whispered into the night as my hips rose to meet his, in the melting heat of my desire flowing around his long, rigid length. As he moved more, I moaned, the sleek friction stimulating every sensitized nerve and cell in my body to a fevered pitch. My thighs opened wider to accommodate him. Our panting filled the room. I felt him at my core, pleasuring me intensely.
I watched as he closed his eyes with pleasure, as the loving tenderness of his firm thrusting was sheer pleasure. I opened my legs still wider, raising my knees to his hips, allowing him to go deeper.
“Oh,Bella,” he moaned as one of his arms hooked under my leg, bringing it higher as he started to lose himself inside my body. I watched in fascination the enjoyment and pleasure he took from me, which only added to my own satisfaction as the familiar heat from moments ago started to rise deep within me.
I watched as his eyes closed, his orgasm racing fast as my own kept pace. He moved faster and deeper, plunging harder into my pussy. Perspiration from his exertion beaded on his temples and dripped onto my breasts. I felt the drop slowly slide down the slope of my breast, joining my own.
I sighed with pleasure as I thought how full I felt, how his cock was spreading me, and the way I felt as I consciously tried to squeeze his cock, to hold it, to nurture it as it opened the walls of my core.
Settling into a luscious ebb and flow, the rhythm of his thrusting growing, his engorged cock throbbed against the hot, wet walls of my vagina, his strokes becoming more powerful, his hips moving with need.
The scent of sex filled the room, the heated odor of passionate our bodies in sleek fusion, the raw, primitive act of mating permeating the room. Plunging so deeply into me, I gasped right before my cry shattered the night, surged, and overtook me, just as his climax exploded, flowing downward in such a violent ejaculation that he too cried out his pleasure, “Layla!”
20
Giovanni
Time and space stopped.
Everything evaporated.
I watched from the sidelines my whole life as the world turned and people drifted into one another. All of my life, I wished there was someone that would drift into my life, to give me that feeling, that smile, the courage to make me step outside of myself and just be the man I’ve always wanted to be. To allow me to show a side of myself I kept hidden, even from my family.
And within the last hour, she let me do just that.
In that time, I forgot who I was, what I stood for, my family, my responsibilities. All that mattered was her. Showing her that I was more than the man she believed me to be.
I didn’t mean to give myself to her wholly the way I did, but when she reciprocated and allowed me to see into her, I felt compelled to do the same.
I’d been with women before. Knew how to show them a good time, but from the second my lips touched hers, I just knew.
I had a feeling.
Something in the deep recess of my soul warned me, told me she was different. Yet, I ignored everything, and now, she knew.
She saw all of me.
I knew it was wrong. I wanted so badly to say something, anything to make her understand that what we did could never happen again, but when I looked into her eyes, I knew I would give her anything she wanted.
I never knew I could feel so small, so helpless. I thought I knew what love was supposed to feel like, but now I know I knew nothing at all.
I was out of my depth here.
I knew if I said anything, I would stumble over my words. I wanted to say so many things to her, to tell her how I truly felt, but no words came forth.
She did that with one look.
The look she was giving me now.
I could read her so easily. Everything she feared, loved, wanted, needed was right there in the depths of her perfectly gray eyes, smiling back at me, just like I knew she read mine.
We were one and the same.
Closing my eyes, I kept quiet. No words needed to be spoken, and when she lightly caressed my face, I saw her concern. I knew she saw the warning in my eyes, the confusion, my fear.