Page 27 of Perfect Match
Exceptlaternever came.
He died that day. And I never got to have another drink with him or hear him tell another one of his silly jokes or receive another of his funny GIFs that would ping on my phone at random times. He was a good guy, and I loved him as a friend.
I tip onto my back and stare up at the ceiling with unseeing eyes. It's been weeks since I thought about Billy’s death, the whole reason I’m here, travelling through Europe, searching for something—or maybe just running away from my old life. Turning my head to the side, I examine the face of the man beside me; his profile is strong even in sleep. I like him, and I can admit he’s become part of my healing.
Meeting Gio at this point in my journey is exactly what I needed to move through these final stages of grieving for my friend. To soothe my final memories of Billy on that last night. Yet there’s a part of me that wishes I hadn’t met Gio now. If it was in New York instead of Italy, maybe we could be something more. Instead, we’re destined to be a moment in time. To burn brightly for one or two days before we move on. Me to the next city, and Gio to his busy life running his family company in Florence.
The thought sits uneasily in my chest, and I turn my head back to the ceiling as my next breath is released on a sad sigh. No matter how good last night was with Gio, the time and place are all wrong. I hug the sheet across my chest closer.
“That was a heavy sigh.” Gio’s deep, husky morning voice is even sexier than his daytime one. And kernels of desire reawaken my core. I turn on my side to face him. His eyes, with the slither of sunlight illuminating them, are like looking up at the sky on a perfect summer’s day.
I reach out to trail my fingertips down the centre of his chest. “I was just remembering last night.”
“And it was good?”
A smile teases my lips. “I wouldn’t have thought you were a man who needed his ego stroking.”
“What kind of man am I, then? And please don’t say the wordstrokingwhen we’re lying here naked.”
My fingertip reaches his belly button, and I draw featherlight circles around it. “I think you’re as confident in the bedroom as you are in a boardroom. Decisive. A man of action.” I move my touch lower to just above the tip of his fully aroused cock. “Highly skillful in translating your thoughts into words. Which is why I can’t fathom what you could possibly have against the wordstroking.”
“Nothing at all when it’s accompanied by actions.” He releases a shuddery breath as my finger skips up to draw an imaginary line from his crown to his base. A steel-hard rod encased in soft, supple skin. I venture lower over his balls, enjoying the control he’s giving me. But the second my nail drags against the sensitive skin beneath his ball sack, he springs to life, grabbing my wrist. He holds my hand suspended in midair while he pulls a deep breath into his lungs, his chest expanding fully before deflating again in a whooshed exhale.
In the blink of an eye, he rips the sheet off my body and has me pinned beneath him, my wrist still captured in the palm of his hand. My Brazilian jiu-jitsu training could have me free from his hold almost immediately. But the thing is, I don’t want to be anywhere else except here, watching to see what Gio’s next move will be.
I’m not disappointed when his head dips to my breast, his mouth sealing around the pebbled tip and sucking it hard, then grazing his teeth over the sensitive point before releasing it. He looks for my reaction.
Stormy eyes hold mine in a vortex of intense passion.
“Am I in trouble?” I gasp out through suddenly dry lips. My body’s internal thermostat is rising to dangerous levels.
“Youaretrouble,” he growls before treating my other nipple to the same punishment as the first.
“Fuck … that feels good.” This time when he stares down at me, he’s grinning.
“Do you know what will feel better?”
I shake my head wildly.
“This …”
Now, instead of sucking on my tits, he’s licking a path from the valley between them, down the centre of my body. A straight line that dips at my belly button but doesn’t stop. His mouth is on a mission with one goal—the bundle of nerves at the junction of my thighs. His shoulders stretch my legs wide, and when he scoops his hands underneath my butt and lifts me up, I become his own personal breakfast buffet. He devours me like a man starved in the desert for a month. Nibbling, sucking, and licking my tender flesh. My muscles, seemingly having learned to recognize his touch in the last twelve hours, are already tensing with the impending climactic release.
Rising up to meet his hungry mouth, I wrap my legs around his head. It’s similar to a triangle choke hold in BJJ but not amove I’ve ever tried in the past to keep a guy’s face buried in my naked pussy. And all the while, Gio continues to torment me with his tongue and mouth.
My own hands glide to my tits, massaging them roughly, accelerating the freight train of ecstasy flowing like lava through my veins. Taking me higher and turning me more frenzied as I scream his name over and over like a madwoman.
Until … my core muscles clench and the last breath I took is painfully trapped in my lungs. The powerful orgasm renders me speechless and incapable of thoughts. Those seconds of release are my entire world before I fall back to earth. Every ounce of energy has been sapped from my being, and I’m left feeling as weak as a newborn baby.
The tight grip I had on his head slackens, and my limp legs slip from his shoulders to the bed. Gio’s gaze smolders as he swipes the back of his hand across his mouth. His other hand is wrapped around his cock, stroking. There’s that word again, and watching Gio’s fist pump up and down is the perfect definition for me.
Flicking a glance back up to meet his, I read the question in his darkened irises.
An answering smile touches my lips, and in case he needs more, I add, “Do it. Paint me with your release.”
His fist tightens before he jerks harder and faster. A few more tugs and he’s covering my tits in thick streams of cum, just like I demanded. And when there’s nothing left, he falls back to the bed beside me.
“Fuck, Tori, you make me lose control.”
