Page 72 of Third Degree

“Gianna,” he growled, and I shoved him backward so he was sitting on the couch.

There was one thing I didn’t tell him about the last decade. I may still be a virgin, but by no means was I inexperienced. It was the one thing I had explored during my years in therapy. Knowing my fate was being trapped in a loveless marriage, I wanted to learn how to take control of my sexual wants and needs. If I had to do it myself or explain what I wanted, I needed to explore my sexuality.

Tonight, I needed to show him I knew what I was doing. He may be older than me and more experienced, but I knew what I wanted and how to bring myself to a point of bliss.

He toppled onto the couch and attempted to pull me into his lap.

“No. I want you to watch me,” I murmured to him. He grinned at me and then leaned back, spreading his thighs open. He looked like a fucking king sitting on his throne.

And he was a king in this moment. He was my king.

“Show me, rosa mia.” His incredibly low, gravelly tone was laced with something that only made me want him more.

I untied the string of my shorts, slowly sliding them down my legs. With a subtle shimmy, I freed myself from their constraint. My oversized shirt provided a veil of modesty, partially obscuring my figure yet revealing a tempting glimpse of my butt. I nonchalantly kicked the discarded shorts to the far side of the room, all the while aware of Elio’s intense gaze fixated upon me, his anticipation evident in the glistening corners of his mouth.

“It’s pretty unfair that I am the only one getting undressed,” I mused with a hint of seductive jest.

“You don’t have to ask me twice.”

He started to quickly get up to take off his pants, but I pushed his chest back into the couch. The quick movement made him gasp in surprise.

“Gianna,” he growled and leaned in toward me so his elbows were on his knees. “This side of you is quite unexpected.” He leaned back on the couch and draped his arms over the back of it, so he was completely splayed out. “Be a good girl and take off my pants.”

His upper lip curled with the demanding intensity of his voice. As I watched him, a wave of arousal washed over me, leaving me dripping with desire. It felt as though he sat on a throne, patiently waiting for me, and the realization hit me hard.

It had always been him. It was always going to be him. Because he was mine. I was his. We were each other’s.

Despite my anger toward him for the past eight weeks of silence, my primal instincts were ignited, fueling an overwhelming urge to taste, touch, and explore every inch of his being.

I dropped to my knees, and he emitted a fierce growl when he saw me sitting there between his legs. His muscled arm reached behind my head, where he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back slightly so my chin was raised.

Our eyes met, and his deep-green eyes morphed into hooded orbs of need.

“Take them off,” he demanded.

I wiggled my hands up to the top of his pants, and he let go of my hair as I shimmied his tuxedo pants and boxer briefs down and threw them where I had discarded my pajama bottoms.

“Pick up the belt.”

I looked over at the pants and then figured if I just crawled and grabbed it, it would be easier to stay on my knees. So I crawled over to where the pants were.

“Gianna. You are fucking killing me,” Elio groaned from where he was sitting but still didn’t move.

His cock twitched in delight as I pulled the belt out of the loop and then crawled back to where he was sitting. I gave it to him, and he placed it on the couch beside him.

“Saving it for later,” he purred, his voice dripping with anticipation. A mischievous glint danced in his eyes as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against my cheek. “But don’t make me beg for you to continue what you were doing.”

A soft smile tugged on my lips and I leaned over, arching my back so that my shirt hitched up a little so he had a direct shot to my cleavage and my ass in the air.

“Tell me,preziosa, who taught you to be such a dirty little girl?”

My eyes flicked up to his, but the heat in my stomach was boiling hot. I was starving for his touch. I wanted to feel his engorged cock deep in my throat. I wanted to suck him down like I had all those years ago.

“Have you thought of my cock in your mouth as you touch yourself?”

I nodded, looking at him pulsating in front of me. His body splayed out, still like a god. What a scene we must have been.

“Then it is your choice, rosa mia. Show me what you want to do.”

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