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I craved to make her experience the raw essence of freedom, to make her grasp the exhilarating rush of being in control. She needed to feel the surge of power. To realize that she stood shoulder to shoulder with me as an equal partner. I wanted her to revel in her own authority, to embrace her inner strength and assertiveness, even in what we shared behind closed doors.

Her choices, her desires, and her voice held profound significance, intertwining with the very essence of who we were.

“I need you to move your hips up and down, amore. Take me inside of you.”

Gianna obliged, and I helped her by guiding her waist up and down so her tight, wet pussy was bouncing on my thick cock. She felt the rhythm and soon got used to me being inside of her. Realizing she was still in charge, she moved fluidly, our hips pushing and pulling in sync with each other.

She arched her back and placed her hands behind her on my thighs as she ground into me. Feeling her tightness clenching around my length, I knew I wasn’t going to last long.

I rolled my tongue around her nipples before pulling them into my mouth, and I knew as she started to groan incredibly loud that was it for me.

“What a good girl. You learn so well, rosa mia.”

Her eyes filled with lust as she dropped down onto me and then moved her hips back up.

“You are such a good teacher, Daddy,” she purred as she accelerated and plunged back down on me.

“Amore, I am going to come inside you again.”

She looked at me and I shouldn’t care because we were married, but I also knew she wasn’t on birth control. Her disgusting father had sent over a detailed medical report to Alex that her hymen was still intact after all these years, which was fucking foul. That’s how I also found out she wasn’t on any birth control medications.

“I’m not naive, Elio.” She looked at me, and then, with a newfound fury as if she could get any more taut, she tightened further and continued to bounce on me. Both of us immediately burst as an explosion of pleasure raced through us.

She jerked on top of me while wailing in ecstasy and then finally went slack in my arms.

“If this is what sex feels like, I don’t understand why people don’t fuck ten times a day.” She looked up at me from beneath her lashes, and I laughed as she pressed her silky lips against mine.

“I’ll happily comply with that request.” She playfully hit my arm and then jumped up and showered.

“When do we have to leave?” she asked as I got out and toweled off.

“An hour.” In an instant, she was out and grabbing a towel from the rack. She was already opening the door when I turned around.

“Where are you going?” I inquired, my curiosity piqued.

“To the other bedroom. Tell the stylist to meet me there. I want it to be a surprise.” She beamed, her grin stretching from cheek to cheek.

As much as I longed to express my love for her, I knew I also needed to address what had transpired at the wedding. I had to lay bare my soul and explain myself, ensuring there was not even a hint of anger or resentment lingering between us.

“Okay, amore. I’ll be waiting,” I affirmed.

Her lips grazed my cheek in a fleeting kiss before she opened the door.

After a half hour of me getting ready, faintly, I could hear her greeting the stylist my assistant had sent over with the dresses.

Though unspoken, my love for this woman consumed me entirely. My heart was captivated by every fiber of her being, and the prospect of having her within my grasp at any given moment threatened to push me over the edge of euphoria.

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Gianna

The stylist had also brought someone to do my hair and makeup, and I made a mental note to thank Elio’s assistant after seeing how everything came out. I opted for a tight-ribbed red dress that hit right at midthigh.

I asked the makeup artist to do natural makeup to accentuate my Italian looks and leave my hair long and curled.

Running my hand down my thigh, I glanced at my reflection in the mirror. What was I expecting tonight? Did I even have any expectations? This was our first real date, and despite the unresolved issues from the wedding and the hint of frustration lingering between us, I could see that Elio was trying to make it right. He had put effort into planning this night, and that was exactly what I wanted from a partner.

I wanted someone who would stand by my side as an equal, just like the Elio I fell for from the start.

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