I woke to a pitch-black room as arms tightened around me. I snuggled closer in his solid arms as one of his hands cupped my breast. But what made me grin a little was the recognizable feel of his semi-erect penis nudging its way between the crack of my ass. I loved some kink just like any other girl, but that was never going to happen. Reaching behind me, I wrapped my hand around his hot cock and adjusted it, so it slid up my back instead.
“I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“You didn’t,” I grinned, turning to face him. He was naked like I was, covered under the sheets. “Your dick did.”
Gio chuckled. Without speaking, he pulled me closer and leaned into me, taking my lips in a reverently gentle kiss that electrified every nerve ending in my body. I could tell something was bothering him. He was still gentle and caring, but he felt off. And when he tightened his arms around me, I knew whatever was bothering him, only I could help ease.
Deciding to ease his troubles, I deepened the kiss, our tongues mingling as I trailed my nails down his back. Breaking the kiss, I nuzzled the crown of my head against his face as I kissed down his strong jaw to his collarbone. Gently kissing along that thick muscle that slopes from neck out to his shoulder. One of my hands glided along his ribs, down his flat stomach to the juncture of his legs, where I wrapped my hand around his cock, which twitched and firmed in response.
“I need you,mia Amore,” he groaned as his hand stroked along the inside of my thigh. Turning onto my back, I opened my legs to give him better access as he moved over me.
When his fingers gently grazed over my pussy, stroking my labia, I moaned, arching into his touch before I lightly sank my teeth into his shoulder, eliciting a moan from him.
Giovanni was a hands-on man. There wasn’t a part of my body he didn’t touch, caress, squeeze, or kiss from that very first night. Looking directly at me, I stared as he removed his fingers from my pussy, brought them to his lips, and sucked them into his mouth.
I swear I watched him shiver and drool as he took my taste into him.
The man was seriously a caution.
Looking at me, he took his wet fingers out of his mouth and put them back between my legs, down to my pussy, and gently just inserted it, rubbing my clit as he slowly penetrated my wet core.
Gasping, I couldn’t take my lips from his as he fingered my pussy then slid his wet fingers along one side of my lips, slowly tracing upwards. The delicious sensation of my outer lip being pushed aside as he traced the outline of my vagina with his fingers was enough to make me ache deeply for him. I knew he was a meticulous, single-minded man. He was very proficient and determined, but I never imagined how thorough he was, very detail-oriented.
I opened my thighs wider and grabbed his neck, bringing his mouth down to mine as I kissed him hard, drawing his tongue into my mouth. Biting it as he stroked my hot cunt.
I reached between us, grabbing his stiff cock, as I stroked him up and down with my other hand. His other hand cupped one of my breasts and gently pulled on my nipple, eliciting a cry of pleasure from me as he let it go, watching it bounce back.
He shifted over me and moved down, sucking a nipple into his mouth, and suddenly slid his fingers inside me.
“Oh yes,” I cried as the shock of penetration sent a shiver through me. My nipple stiffened in his mouth as I arched my back into him. Gio curled his finger upward and slowly withdrew it, stroking my wall. I angled my hips down for his finger to hit that sweet spot inside, grinding my pelvis against his hand. He moved his head to my other breast and slid his finger back in, stroking my insides with a firm but gentle movement.
“Harder, Gio,” I whispered, and he lifted his head back up to mine and thrust his tongue into my mouth, hungry now, hungry for me. He broke off the kiss to move back down to my breasts, kissing each hard pink nipple, moving down to my stomach.
Moaning, I tried to get him to stop, but he captured my hands and held them at my sides as his mouth found what it wanted. The first lick had me crying out. My nub was already sensitive, and the finger pleasure he gave me was almost enough to make me cum on the spot. However, when his mouth latched onto my clit, I screamed out as waves of pure bliss washed over me. The man indeed had a gift, and I was glad to be his recipient.
Kissing his way back up my body, He spread my legs further, hooking his arms behind my knees until he had me bent in half. The head of his cock at my entrance, he leaned down, taking my mouth as he thrust forcefully into me, silencing my scream. Lost in his ministrations, I felt the weight of him over me as he plundered what I gave him. He was forceful yet tender, caring for my needs along with his own. Each controlled thrust sent ripples of pleasure through my body as I grabbed onto his arms and hung on.
Then just as fast as he started, he slowed, releasing my legs as he took his time, nuzzling my neck, kissing my ear, whispering sweet words in Italian to me. Each languid thrust was slow and methodical as if he had all the time in the world to savor what I was giving him. He worshiped my body, caressing it as he continued to find pleasure between my legs.
Time stood still as he made love to me. He devoured me as he controlled every movement, every thrust, every bit of our pleasure. Then just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, he pulled out of me, grabbed my hips, and flipped me over onto my stomach as he slid his cock back into me forcefully.
Reaching for my hands, he brought them up above my hands and held them there as he lay on my back, thrusting deeply into me. I felt cocooned, safe, loved for the first time in my life. His leg on either side of mine held mine tight together as the friction of the position heightened everything between us. Slightly raising my ass, he moaned as his mouth suckled my neck. His teeth scraped along my tender flesh.
His thrust picked up as I moaned from the more profound, fuller feeling as his thick cock sought to embed itself deep into my core. His pace quickened as he released my hands and sat over me, his hands now squeezing my ass as he rocked vigorously into my pussy. Gasping, I tried to hold onto anything to give me leverage as his finger dug deeper into my flesh.
I could feel my own release quickly approach as my wall started to tighten around him. I couldn’t stop it even if I tried, and when he thrust forcefully, I let go releasing a scream that I feared the whole hotel would hear as he too shouted out as he came deep inside me.
Panting heavily, I refused to move when he fell next to me, wrapping his arms around me to bring me up against his back.
I sighed, releasing it was the exact position we were in before I woke up.
I could hear his labored breathing behind me as I, too, tried to calm myself. My body felt as if I’d run a marathon. I didn’t know what brought this on, and until he was ready to tell me, I would give him his space.
Closing my eyes, I allowed my own exhaustion to take over, and before I knew it, I heard his breaths even out. Turning my head, I saw that he was asleep.
Closing my own eyes again, I joined him.
I awoke sometime later to the bright sun on my face.