Page 17 of Gio

I nodded slowly and leaned in to nip at his lower lip. “Positive. I want you,” I whispered and licked a trail of heat up one side of his neck. “You want me too.” I licked the otherside and punctuated the move by nibbling his earlobe. “And I’m leaving tomorrow. This night is ours.”

“Yeah?” His voice was filled with awe and something dark and intense, something that said he wanted to devour me whole.

“Hell yeah.” My hands roamed all over his body, up his wide back and around his narrow waist before I gave myself plenty of time to focus on his abs and his chest, his broad shoulders. “You grew up nice, Gio. Really fucking nice.”

He snatched a handful of my hair, tugging back so that he could place tantalizing open mouth kisses on my throat and across my collarbone. “I love it when you tell me how much you want me.” He pressed his lips to one shoulder and then the other, soft and gentle.

I shivered at the way he was so effective at switching gears. One minute I was hot, ready to burst with need and then he pumped the brakes and gentled his touches, his kisses. It was enough to drive a girl mad. “Is that what you like,” I whispered, a little unsure of myself. “Ego stroking?”

He let out a huff of laughter. “Any kind of stroking is good.”

“Don’t mind if I do.” I reached between us brushed the back of my hand against the impressive erection behind the towel. “Nice,” I moaned and yanked the towel from his waist, and gripped his cock in my hand. “It’s hot, hard yet soft. Thicker than I imagined.” Who was this woman talking so dirty while she jacked off her brother’s best friend? It couldn’t be me because this was all so foreign to me.

“Fucking tease,” he growled and nipped at my throat. He took a step forward, forcing me to take a step back until I was falling back onto the bed. “You like what you see?”

I nodded and pushed up to my elbows, watching every movement he made, every bunch and flex of his muscles. “So much.”

He smiled and stroked his cock while his gaze traveled the length of my body before settling on my pussy with a groan. “Open those gorgeous legs and let me good a good look at that pink pussy.”

I gasped at the filthy words that fell from his mouth, but I did what he said, I spread myself wide and felt myself clench when his nostrils flared with heat. “Like that?” I let one hand slide down my body and rubbed myself under his fiery gaze.

“Fuck yeah, baby. Just like that.” When he spoke like that, his voice so rough and complimentary, I wanted to be bold and sexy.

So I was. I played with myself and rubbed my clit while he watched. My breath hitched and low moans dripped from my lips.

“Enough,” he growled. “Hands above your head.”

Holy shit.I did what he demanded and waited. And waited.

Eventually he knelt on the bed, one knee and then the other. His lips hit the inside of my thighs first, gentle, teasing kisses that made my ass muscles clench. He moaned when his tongue swiped at my clit.

My hips bucked off the bed. “Gio, fuck!” I felt his smile against my pussy and that little act made me relax. My fingertips found his head, massaging his scalp while my hips rolled against his mouth. “Yes, Gio. Fuck. Me.”

He moaned while he French kissed my pussy, licking and sucking and swirling his tongue around my clit until I begged for more. Gio ate pussy like he did everything, intensely with a hint of playfulness that was irresistible. He growled again and I pushed my hips forward, enjoying the way he lapped me up as if I was his last meal.

I wanted to fight back against the pleasure that started at my toes, but the way Gio gripped my thigh with one hand and my nipple with the other was too much. The desire welled up within me and when he pushed my thighs farther apart, I knew what I had to do.

Let go.

My head fell back but I willed my eyes to fixate on Gio, to watch him while he ate me out and his hips pumped as he found his own pleasure in that intimate act.

Holy. Fucking. Shit. The orgasm hit me like a fucking tidal wave, fierce and strong, it left me powerless to do anything other than go with the flow of the waves. Let my body roll as it wanted to, because this kind of pleasure? It was the kind that people wrote poems and songs about. “Gio, oh my fucking…yes!” My hips bucked against his mouth, hard and fast, pressing my clit against his nose to prolong the pleasure. “Yes!” The word fell from my lips over and over until every last ounce of orgasmic pleasure was wrung from my body.

“You are hot as fuck when you come apart.” He kissed my thighs, my pussy lips, and my clit before he kissed his way up my body so slowly that by the time he reached my lips, I was ready for him again.

“Then wait until you see how I come on your cock.”

Another low moan escaped, and he pulled back, staring at me like I was the very air he needed to breathe. “Can’t. Wait.”

Me either. I watched as he rubbed his cock against my wetness, the sound as wickedly delightful as I expected. The blunt head of his cock pushed against my opening and then he gave me an inch. And then another.

I reached out and put my hands to his chest.

He stilled, eyes full of concern. “Okay?”

I nodded. “You’re big but I like it, the pleasure-pain sensation.” It was as intoxicating as this man.

“You sure?”

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