Page 37 of Twisted Obsession

‘I’m alone. I’m always alone.’

‘That’s not true. I’m with you now.’

A loud bang echoed around the bay once again followed by several forks of lightening going in between our two homes.

‘Did you hear what I said?’ he questioned at my lack of reply.

‘Yes.’

‘You’re with me, Giovanna. In every breath I draw in. In each thought I have, you’re there. I can smell the floral scent you wear wherever I go—You’re with me. I heard what you said the other day, about not becoming your true self until we met, and I feel the same.’

‘And you’re with me, Dante. I’ve imprinted you carefully on every one of my senses. Until without you I don’t feel I can exist.’

‘Can you feel the rain on your skin, amore mio?’

‘I can, it’s like I imagine a lover’s caress,’ I answered truthfully. A blush sent heat to my cheeks in seconds.

‘So very true, amore mio. Imagine, right now, it’s me. I’m touching you gently, running my fingertips over your skin. I’m taking your pain away and replacing it with pleasure.’

‘I can feel you here. I can feel you…’

‘One day soon I’ll be your lover, I’ll be your everything. Where your world starts and ends. Once we become that to each other and you become my wife, you’re mine and you’ll never be anyone else’s… do you understand?’

‘Yes.’ The storm had quietened luckily, as the last word came out on a whisper, I was so caught up with my own emotions and the eruption that had begun inside my body. My breasts were heavy with need. My nipples had hardened to the point of being painful and inside my core muscles were clenching tightly and releasing, as they searched for him. With every raindrop that touched my skin, I knew I was being taken closer to the edge of some sort of release.

‘I need you, Dante.’ No longer feeling embarrassed I told him what I was convinced he already knew.

‘Lie down, feel the rain and touch yourself, Giovanna.’

I complied without a single question formulating. The chill of the stone slabs on my back caused me to gasp, even before I’d run my hand down my body.

‘Oh, baby. You’re so close… So fucking close I’m sure I can smell your need for me, even from here.’

‘I’ve never…’

‘Never?’ He asked the question without condemning me. ‘Well fuck. I knew you were innocent, but you’ve just blown my mind… Do you trust me, amore mio?’

‘Yes.’

‘Then follow my lead, let me take you there. Open your legs, Giovanna. Put your fingers in between your folds, and where your flesh is wet touch wherever feels the best.’

I followed his instructions and as my fingers touched the wetness inside the private part of my body, instantly the intense feeling was almost too much to cope with, and I felt my back arch away from the stone behind me.

‘Ohhh.’ I released a breathy moan.

I was sure I should be embarrassed at the situation I was in, but nothing had ever felt so natural to me before. To touch myself, to follow my body’s wordless instructions and sharing it with Dante, felt like the most natural thing in the world.

‘I’m coming on this journey too, Giovanna. The thought of you touching yourself has my cock rock hard and weeping for you, only for you.’

‘Dante.’ I freed his name at the visualisation in my head of his blue eyes watching me and how he must look. Then I committed to memory the groan Dante released in return. It spurred me on as I chased what I was running headlong toward.

‘I’m running my hand up and down my shaft… Fuck… my seed is already spilling from me, Giovanna.’

I’d never seen a man’s cock, not in the flesh. I had, however, seen a few pictures as a teenager that our younger maids had tried to shock me with. With that very limited education, I understood that men’s cocks were all different. In my head I visualised Dante pleasuring himself and knew without a doubt his cock would be beautiful.

I could fathom how his voice had changed. How each word was being spoken with an ever-deepening rasp.

‘I’m with you and you look beautiful, Giovanna. So fucking beautiful.’

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