Page 56 of The Don's Eternal Vows

I roll my hips against his hand, seeking more pressure, more friction, more anything.

He leans down, his breath hot against my ear. "Tell me what you need, amore mio. I want to hear you say it."

"Your mouth," I gasp out, my face flushing with a mix of arousal and embarrassment. "I want your tongue on me, in me. Please, Gianni…”

A low growl rumbles in his chest, the sound sending shivers down my spine. "As you wish."

He presses a searing kiss to my lips before trailing his mouth down my body, his stubble rasping deliciously against my landing. He nips at my hip bone, soothing the sting with his tongue, before finally settling between my thighs.

The first touch of his tongue against my pussy has me crying out, my hands fisting in his hair. He licks a long, slow stripe up myslit, savoring my taste like a fine wine. My head falls back against the basket, my eyes fluttering closed as he sets a torturous pace, alternating between broad strokes and gentle flicks against my clit.

"You taste divine," he murmurs, the vibrations of his voice adding an extra layer of sensation. "I could feast on you for hours, Genoveva."

He slides a finger inside me, curling it just so, and I see stars. My hips buck against his face as he adds a second, pumping them in and out in a steady rhythm that has me hurtling toward the edge embarrassingly fast.

"That's it, bella," he encourages, his fingers and tongue working in tandem to unravel me completely. "Let go for me. I want to feel you come apart on my tongue."

His words are my undoing. With a final swipe of his tongue and a twist of his fingers, I shatter, my body convulsing with the force of my release. Gianni works me through it, drawing out every last shudder and moan until I'm a boneless, sated mess in his arms.

"Gianni," I pant, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. "That was...incredible." I cup his face, pulling him up for a searing kiss, tasting myself on his lips.

Breaking the kiss, I gaze into his eyes, mine darkening with renewed desire. "But I'm not done with you yet. I want more."

Without another word, I reach for his cock. He's rock hard, pulsing with need. I sit up and grab him by the shoulders, pushing him down only to crawl over him like a feline stalking its prey. The move takes him by surprise, and his eyes widen, accompanied by a very pleased expression.

"Dio mio, Genoveva," he groans, but there's a grin in his voice. "You're insatiable."

"And whose fault is that?" I tease, my fingernails lightly scoring down his chest.

I straddle his hips, locking eyes with him. Gianni growls low in his throat, a sound that curdles my blood in the best way. I guide him to my entrance, He pushes inch by teasing inch into me, stretching me deliciously. I arch my back, my toes curling as we begin to move.

"Mio Dio," he groans, his grip on the basket floor tightening.

Biting my lower lip, I begin to move, my hips grinding against his in a primal rhythm as old as time itself. His hands find their way to my hips, guiding our pace as I ride him like my life depended on it.

"Faster," I pant, and he obliges, thrusting up into me with all his strength. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoes through the sky, a symphony of lust and desire.

Lost in the moment, we forget about the world around us - how high we fly, the sun shining down on us, the ominous pastlooming over our heads. In this stolen moment, there is only us, our bodies intertwined, and the fire that burns hotter than any magical flame could ever hope to match.

The world narrows to the two of us, our bodies in sync, skin slapping against skin, our breath echoing in the quiet night air. The balloon sways gently above us, our frantic movements causing it to sway with our passionate rhythm.

"Flip me around," I pant, my voice hoarse with need.

Gianni doesn't hesitate, flipping me onto my tummy. My knees and hands clutch the floor, and Gianni plants both hands on my waist, clutching me so tight that I half-cum already. I moan as he enters me again, this time with more force and urgency. Gianni's fingers dig into my hip, his other hand now tangled in my hair, angling my head back as he claims my lips in a desperate, bruising kiss.

The balloon shifts erratically above us, its stability threatened by our wild, animalistic movements. With a fierce growl, Gianni increases his pace, his hips slamming into me with savage intensity. I cry out in pleasure and pain, my body arching with each thrust as he drives me towards the edge once more.

Gasping, I feel my orgasm building, coiling deep in my core like a serpent. "Gianni…" I moan.

"I've got you," he growls, his release close behind mine. "Come for me, Gen. Show me your fire."

I feel his cock throb inside me, near eruption, and the tingle continues to build, a crescendo of sensation. "Gianni!" I cry out an ecstatic scream as I crest the edge, my muscles clenching hard around him as fireworks explode in my mind.

Pleasure wafts over me in great, exhilarating waves, stealing my breath until I can do nothing but collapse beneath him as I violently shudder, trembling from the sheer force of the orgasm. Gianni rams into me one last time with a grunt, spilling deep.

And so, with the sunlight filtering through the fabric of the hot air balloon and the smell of summer heavy in the air, we hold each other like two people who have been kept apart for far too long.

Chapter 25

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