Page 57 of His to Keep
Moving quickly so I take him by surprise, I turn and push Gio down onto his back. I straddle his hips and grab his wrists, pinning his hands to the bed as I brush my pussy back and forth over his cock. It quickly wakes up. Gio flexes his hands and pulls his wrists out of my grasp. He takes hold of my waist and forces me to stay still.
“Gio,” I whine.
He shakes his head. “Kitten, I don’t think this is a good idea.”
“Since when do we care about good ideas?” I scoff. “All we’ve had since we first laid eyes on each other are bad ideas that somehow worked out okay. We’ve dodged hardened criminals with half-baked plans and a shitload of luck. In the grand scheme of things, I don’t think riding my husband is the worst decision I’ll ever make.”
“Okay, but…”
I bend to kiss him, cutting off whatever he was about to say. He wants to fuck me, but he’s trying to be considerate. As much as I love him for that, it’s not what I need right now.
“I want this.” I rock my hips, slicking his rigid cock with my juices to prove the point. “So seal those pretty lips, settle that fine ass down, and let me have my way with you.”
Gio’s mouth falls open as if I’ve shocked him. He hesitates for only a moment before throwing his arms wide.
“Very well, wife, take what you want. Use me.”
I get the biggest thrill when Gio acts all dominant and takes charge, but him letting me take the reins is incredibly sexy because I know this goes against his nature.
Kissing him hard on the lips, I sit back and strip off the t-shirt I wore to sleep in. I toss it aside and start to lower my panties, a cute lace pair I bought a dozen of when Gio took me shopping in Florence. They received Lorenzo’s seal of approval, which, believe me, neither I nor Gio needed. In fact, my husband did not hold back in telling his cousin where to shove his unsolicited opinion.
“Rip them off me,” I command.
Gio doesn’t hesitate. Barbarian that he is, he relishes the prospect of tearing off my underwear. He grips the sides of my panties and pulls until they come away in shreds. I feel the wetness between my legs increasing and my pussy clenches.
I wrap a hand around the base of Gio’s cock and pump a couple of times. His eyes roll back.
“Uh-uh,” I scold. “Eyes on me.”
Positioning myself over him, I ease down onto his cock. The fullness is incredible. At this angle, he’s so deep inside me I feel it right at my core. Slowly at first, experimenting to find whatworks, I move up and down. I swivel my hips, finding a rhythm I like.
As I ride him harder and faster, I rake my nails down his chest. Gio hisses as if in pain, but his eyes are glazed over with desire. The sense of power that gives me is incredible.
Gio takes hold of my hips and bucks up into me. He sits up and wraps his arm around my back. Kissing me hard, he takes control, increasing the rhythm until I’m close. An orgasm lies tantalizingly out of reach until Gio senses my need and slides a hand between us. The circular motion of his finger on my clit drives me to the brink.
“Gio, please,” I beg.
I expect him to work my clit harder, but what he does has the same explosive effect. He dips his head, takes my nipple into his mouth and bites. My scream rends the air as I come more violently than I ever have before. I slump forward, my head on Gio’s shoulder as he fucks me through this insane climax.
“I’m close,” he tells me.
“No.” I push his chest, and he immediately pauses. His brow furrows as he tries to work out what he’s done wrong. I flash him a wicked grin as I carefully disentangle myself from him and lie back on the bed. “I want you to fuck my tits. I want you to come all over them.”
Gio doesn’t let his obvious surprise at my request stop him. He positions himself over me, resting his cock between my breasts.
“Push them together.” His voice is hoarse. “Squeeze tight.”
I do as he asks, creating a snug passage for his cock to slide in and out of. The sensation as he fucks me this way is odd. Forsome reason it feels even dirtier than when he claimed my ass. He thrusts a few times then pulls back, groaning as if he’s in agony. His seed splatters across my chest. Gio takes a moment to recover from his exertions and then, for good measure, rubs his cum into my skin.
“From now on, we’ll refer to that as ladies’ choice,” he says as he kisses my forehead.
We both crawl back into bed and he opens his arm wide so I can snuggle close. I shut my eyes, but I know sleep is too far off. Something about the stillness of the night gives me the courage to speak.
“You asked me about Tommy McCain,” I say.
I feel, rather than see, Gio’s nod. “Was he the man you slept with?”
“No.” That disgusting thought makes me shudder. “Tommy is Jason’s enforcer, his brutal right hand.”
