Page 77 of Giovanni the Savage

“When were you going to tell me?”

“I only just found out last night,” I answer and walk towards him. “That’s why it was still on my nightstand.”

“God,” he whispers and pulls me closer to himself.

His chin rests on my chest as he looks up at me.

“I’m so sorry, Luna.”

“It wasn’t your fault.”

I run my hands through his hair and sigh in contentment.

“I shouldn’t have ignored you for so long.”

“Yeah, it was pretty tough,” I admit.

“For you and the baby.”

His hands snake around my waist, and two of his thumbs slide inside my baggy shirt and caress my tummy.

“For me and our baby,” I tell him.

“God, that felt good to hear.”

“It did?” I ask rhetorically, straddling him, not minding the fact that I only have panties on underneath this baggy shirt.

He hums. “You know what else will feel good to hear?”

I unconsciously grind on his dick that’s straining through his jeans.

“Hearing you call out my name when you come.”

My heart flutters at his words, and I can instantly feel heat run down and coat my panties with liquid.

“So, what are we waiting for?” I ask.

His eyes darken at my question, and it only takes him a second to pull off my shirt and press his lips to mine. I expect the kiss to be fervent and desperate like all the others, but this one is calm and slow. Like he’s savoring the taste of my lips after so long. Our tongues are in an understanding to not dominate, and we’re sucking each other’s lips.

“I can’t tell you how much I’ve missed you,” he breathes, kissing my neck and bare chest.

“Me too.”

A moan slips out of my lips when he palms one of my boobs and takes a nipple into his mouth.

I missed this, the warmth of his tongue and his touch. Even my body has missed him.

My hands trail down his chest, and I unbuckle his belt and pull down his zipper. He lifts me briefly then pulls his jeans and briefs down. He guides me gently down his thick cock while still sucking on my nipples.

“Gio,” I moan.

The addictive mixture of pain and pleasure is blinding because it’s been a while since I had anything with him. When he’s completely in me, I adjust myself and take some seconds to compose myself.

“You good?” He kisses my neck softly.

I reply by lifting myself up before slamming back down on his dick to the hilt.

“God, you’re so tight,” he groans, his eyes squeezing shut, and he begins to thrust inside me.

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