I can’t help but smile. Gian can and did open up to me. He trusts me like I trust him. And he needs me.
Gian’s hand closes over my breast, and another goes to grasp the back of my neck, holding me as he dips to kiss me. I’m still concerned for him, but this is perhaps how Gian needs me. Physical touch shows more than Gian can ever say, even though he’s so open with me. I know that when he opens up to me even a little bit that he’s as surprised as I am. That’s both flattering and frightening. Because I care so deeply for Gian. I don’t want him to be closed off from the world. Most of all, I want him to be able to open up to me.
Right now my lips are parting for him. His knees press apart my thighs to spread my legs while he deepens our kiss. I can’t stay steady with the way he’s splaying me out for him. His hand on my neck drops to my back. “I’ve got you,” Gian murmurs into my mouth.
Yes, yes he does. The words are a siren song to my soul. Every time he says them, they become more and more true.
First, he had me because of the deal.
Then, he had me because of how quickly he took care of Tommy.
The kiss…that first kiss he gave me fucking undid me in every way.
Now, every time he says he has me, when I might fall because of how he goes after my body, it’s my heart and soul that I wonder that he doesn’t have. Gian is always on my mind. He already has me there. The other parts of me…well, right now, with his body overtaking mine, it’s difficult to think about more.
Difficult, but not impossible. Well, not for much longer. I know that the way that Gian fucks me means I’ll barely remember my own name by the time he gets going.
He doesn’t even bother getting onto the bed first before getting inside me. His cock is in me so fast that I cry out at the feel of him sliding his thick rod into me. Gian presses me down to the bed, impaling me fully on his cock while he lays down on top of me and lays me down onto the bed.
“I thought only of this, all day,” Gian says against my neck. His hips roll and he slams into me with a quick, forceful thrust. I’m already aching for him and the hard way he’s started fucking me drives me crazy in all the right ways. “I love driving my cock so deep in your sweet pussy,” Gian continues. His words make my nipples ache for him, even though he’s already pressing his body against them, I want to press into him harder yet. I need to be closer to him which, as far deep inside of me as he is, is actually difficult. But I’m groaning, aching with need. I use all the strength I have to slam my hips up to meet his thrusts. A wet sound fills the air, the musk of my pussy thick in the air. I’m so damn wet for him, I actually feel my arousal sliding down my thighs. That wet sound when he slams into me is unmistakable.
“I’m so wet, Gian, I wanted you to fuck me all day. I waited all day for you to cum inside me,” I say with a whimper. My breathing is close in time with every thrust, making my words jumpy and urgent.
“Good, Lucy, but I’m going to fuck you harder and deeper before I cum inside this pussy tonight,” Gian says and closes his teeth over one of my earlobes. It makes me sigh, squirm against him.
I like the sound of him fucking me deeper. I imagine I’m like clay, I’m malleable and my body is so consumed by his that deep inside of my pussy is the imprint of his cock. I’m shaped just for him. I cum only for Gian. I ache for his body interlocked with mine. It isn’t such madness to think that I’m formed for him, and I like the thought even if it’s silly. I blame how hard and deep he fucks me. These unrelenting thrusts clear all thoughts from my mind except how deep and hard he is fucking me.
Sure enough, Gian makes good on his promise. He pulls back and then grabs my thighs, spreading them up and apart. His hands maintain their grip, and his hips return to their previous speed.
The pressure in my pussy is instantly so much stronger that I scream out. The sound is buried in the exertions of his cock slamming into me. Somehow this angle is so much deeper that it drowns out the sounds that claw their way up to my throat and I don’t know what to do. I can hardly breathe. The pressure is so intense that it feels like my body is going to burst. Gian has me pinned under him, and he’s fucking me so hard I think I might black out. The pressure and the pleasure spiral together. I feel so helpless beneath him now and he’s fucking me so hard I don’t know if I’ll be able to walk straight tomorrow. Which I don’t mind at all.