Page 35 of Ti Amo

“Sí.”

“Shall I teach you more?” he asked in her ear.

A shiver ran through her. “I like this game.” Tilting her head back and closing her eyes she inhaled his cologne. She breathed slowly through her nose as his hand slid over her curves. “Teach me,” she moaned softly.

“Open your eyes, Bella. You must look at me for this lesson.”

She did as he requested. He ran his hand over her ass in a circular motion. The softness of his touch sent a trail of heat between her thighs into her core. “Let’s start with this body of yours, at least my favorite parts of your sweetness.” Squeezing her left breast he stuck his tongue in her ear. “Seno.”

“Seno,” she repeated softly.

Giovanni twirled her nipple between two fingers. “Very good. Breasts, or as I like to say,tette. You do remember how much I loved your breasts?” He massaged one slow and gentle and the memory of him holding both with her on her knees as he took her from behind rushed through her and left her weak. “I could suck your nipples all night. Did you breastfeed? They feel fuller, heavier with life.”

“Yes I did. I remember,” she breathed out in a reply. “No more of the game,” she begged, as his other hand slid into the front of her panty. “I want you so much,” she lifted her chin and cupped the back of his neck to bring her mouth to his.

Instead he brought his mouth to her ear. “Later, Bella. I’m going to fuck you I promise. Nice and hard while pulling this lovely hair of yours. For now we play the game.Capisci?”

She parted her thighs slightly to give him unobstructed access. His calloused finger brushed her clit and she creamed the seat of her panty, gripping his sleeves. “Yes! I understand.” She cried out.

“Perfetto,” he whispered back. He flicked the tip of his tongue at her pierced earlobe. “Grilletto?”

Mira sucked in a tight breath. He rubbed her clitoris between two fingers and her knees began to weaken as her pelvis and the inner channel of her sex pulsed with need.

“Grilletto,” she moaned.

“It means clit, like the soft bud I’m feeling now,” he chuckled and she blushed.

A thick middle finger pierced her core with a single thrust and she rose on her toes, exhaling in pleasure.

“Ditalino.” he continued as he pumped his finger in and out of her.

“Ditalino,” she replied sucking in deep breaths and blowing them out at a quickened pace.

Giovanni smirked, enjoying the way she moved her hips in response. “It’s masturbation, or what you Americans would callfingering the woman you love.”

Throwing her head back she laughed and then groaned when he used his thumb to rub against her clitoris and force an orgasm on her. He held her tightly to his chest with his free hand as her hips vibrated through a toe curling release.

“Yes! Don’t… stop, stop, stop, please, don’t stop,” she chanted, so close to the edge her head spun. She reached up and grabbed his neck with one hand and braced the other on his shoulder while riding his upward turned palm with his finger buried deep in her. She climaxed so hard and strong she felt her brain burn out and her lower half melt with weakness.

Once she reached her climactic end he released her. Mira staggered back and turned, a bit winded. She fell forward grabbing the top part of the sofa with both hands to keep from collapsing. He came up close behind her. The hem of her dress was lifted and tossed up to her back. She was exposed. He paused a moment as the cool air of the room tickled her intimately. Then came his touch. His hand wound up her loose locks of hair, pulling her mane gently back with a firm grip. “Mmm, I plan to make you, thedonnaof my empire. Shall I fuck you first Mira, like my woman? Remember my way of loving you. Can you handle it?”

“Yeeeesssssss.”

She heard his zipper rip down and felt him spread her ankles. He held her hair but gripped her left hip to steady her. Apparently he needed little guidance to reach her center. Mira reached between her thighs and set aside the seat of her panty for him to enter her. Giovanni groaned and thrust his hips. Penetration was swift. Mira’s eyelids flipped open then lowered as his warm length, forced her body to comply. He eased several more inches into her tight channel and her inner walls melted with wet heat. He stretched her marvelously. She dipped her back as low as she could and pushed back into his rapid thrusting. Giovanni yanked on her hair a bit harder. “Move with me not against me, Bella. I own this pussybambina, you’re mine.”

She exhaled through her nose and slowed her movement to keep pace with him. He increased the pump action from behind until she was on the verge of collapse. To her delight she came harder than she had in a very long time. Bands of color exploded behind her closed lids. Her thighs, ass, her entire lower half vibrated and pulsed through the sweetest release.

Giovanni withdrew. He let go of her hair and her head fell forward. Her scalp stung from the rough play.

Mira hung over the sofa and summoned strength to her bones. She pushed herself upright and failed.

“We haven’t begun yet, Bella.” Giovanni smacked her ass, pushing his cock back behind his zipper and fixing his pants. She gathered her strength and straightened, closing the front of her dress. On shaky legs she turned and faced him.

“Why are you covering yourself?” he asked, rubbing his hands down her thighs, nuzzling his face into her neck. He was on her so close she felt like they’d both flip back over the sofa. She closed her eyes and smiled.

“I guess I’m a bit nervous,” she panted.

“About what?” he lifted his face.

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