Page 50 of Mine to Love
As he kneels before me, I run my fingers through his hair as he kisses both breasts and then my stomach before bringing his hands once more to my jeans. With a forceful tug, he pulls the denim and my panties down to my ankles and continues his kisses on my center, hips, thighs, and knees. He then brings his hands to each of my ankles and directs me to lift them one at a time. When he stands, I’m completely naked and ready for my surprise—whatever it may entail. But first…
“How very thorough?” I say coyly. “Now, it’s my turn.”
I repeat the process of disrobing this gorgeous Greek-God-of-a-man, kissing all his tension points, his biceps, each ab, and even taking it as far as licking along the V that stretches from his core down to his groin. My last kiss is just above his dick, which is now hard and oozing with pre-cum. But just like he’s done to me multiple times, I don’t ruin all our fun by granting him an immediate release. Though I do think it’s time I reciprocate all the many orgasms he’s given me. Yes, he cums during sex, but going down on him, that’s different. That’s special. And I’m dying to taste him.
Gio brings a single finger to my chin and directs me to stand. I do, and he instantly brings his hands to my waist and liftsme. My legs dangle as he kisses me while carrying me to the massage table. Another thing that never ceases to amaze me is his strength. He maneuvers me as if I weigh nothing. It’s such a turn on and confidence boost.
Gio places me on the edge of the warmed bed, and I scoot to the middle. He then grabs a bottle of oil from a nearby table and I suddenly realize what he meant bysensual. “Mr. Moretti, I didn’t know you were so kinky,” I say as he joins me.
“Really?Me giving you a rim job during our first time didn’t tip you off? Lie back.” His command is quiet and yet oh-so-impactful. There’s something about the way he speaks to me that tugs at my insides, making me crave him in every way possible.
“Is that what that’s called?” I ask as I rest full-length on the table. Gio smiles as he drizzles the oil across my chest, then my abdomen, and onto my legs. I moan as the warm, slippery substance covers my naked body.
“There are many things I can teach you, show you, do to you,” Gio says. And, without delay, he massages the oil into my skin, beginning with my legs. He rubs the tension from my thighs, placing my ankles on his shoulders so that he can get both the front and back. He even lifts me high enough to rub oil onto my ass. It’s so unexpected, I laugh. But, after he lowers my legs back to the table, things heat up, quite literally.
As my body grows warmer from the heater in the bed, Gio’s sensual touches become more teasing. He applies extra oil to my vulva and clit, holding eye contact as he massages them. Just as my core tightens and the first moan escapes me, he stops. But I know better than to complain. Gio always takes care of me, no matter the patience his meticulous efforts require.
Next, he straddles me and redirects his attention to my stomach. Slowly, gently, he rubs the oil into my skin. His touch lingers on my hips as he does. All the while, his erection skimsmy yearning entrance. “Do you know what’s special about this oil?” He asks.
“No,” I whisper. He cocks his head to the side as he dips his tip inside of me. Oh my God, this feels amazing. It’s then that his slippery fingers glide over my breasts and twist my nipples. Something about the oil changes the sensation. Instead of the natural burn from the tug of the twist, the twist itself doesn’t provide much friction. The oil, on the other hand… I then realize my entire body is hot and tingling. It’s as if all my nerve endings are aroused and the only way to relieve myself of this all-consuming desire is to fuck him.I’m going to fuck Gio Moretti until my mind explodes or my body gives out—one or the other.
My breaths shallow as I pull him toward me, I say, “Though I think I’m starting to understand.” I kiss Gio with such intensity and for so long, it’s a wonder neither one of us passes out from a lack of oxygen. As I do, my body rubs against him, sharing the tingling sensation brought on by the oil with him. But that’s not enough. I need him to feel what I feel. I need to be in control. “Let me get on top,” I say as I break our kiss.
“As you wish, mi amour.”
On top?Meon top? I’ve never been on top of a man before. One, because the only person I’ve been with always needed to be in control. And two, because of the view. Even with Gio, the man I trust, I never really imagined myself as an on-top kind of girl, what with my stomach in his face and my boobs bouncing around. But, as I sink onto him, I instantly realize what I’ve been missing out on. I feel Gio more than I ever have before. And it’s not just the way his length fills me, it’s how his girth stretches me. I feel full with him inside me.
Quickly, I drizzle the same oil he used on me onto his chest. He smiles as I grind against him and massage it into his skin. “Hmm, normally I call yougood girl, but right now, I think I’m seeing your naughty side.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet.” Gio bites his lip in response and grabs hold of my hips as if anticipating what will happen next. I toss the bottle of oil to the floor and begin moving my hips back and forth, faster and faster. The feeling of him beneath me is just as amazing as the feeling of him inside meandthe friction of our movements provides my clit. I get to see him from a new angle. I get to please him with my tempo and rhythm. There’s something about being in control that I like.
As I embrace the position even more, I pick up the speed and Gio places his fingers in the perfect position to stroke my clit. It’s less than a minute before my body gives in to all the stimuli and I cum. My clit throbs and pulses against him as moans of pleasure rip from me. And yet, Gio is unrelenting.
Gio thrusts into me from underneath as if sensing the oil’s effects still lingering on my skin. I continue to ride him, just as desperate for his dick as ever. And, to my surprise, my clit buds again. As I chase a second orgasm, the two of us pound harder into and against each other. It’s so primal, so lustful, so sexual, it’s as if it should be wrong. But it’s not. It’s so, so rightandit’s empowering. It’s as if years of pent-up energy are released, years of self-doubt and low confidence, years of not feeling good enough, of feeling unattractive and deprived of love.
“I was going to give you a blow job,” I say.
“This is so much better than a blow job.” Gio shoots his hips forward, lifting me off the table as he cums inside me. And I find my second release.
Freshly showered,Gio and I lie in bed naked and watch the sun set. We leave for the private airstrip in just twenty minutes, but I wanted to soak up every moment of this amazing day with theman I love. There’s magic in the air here. Although the magic of us began long before our journey south. And it will continue long after we return home. That thought, that acknowledgement, makes me feel so happy. This isn’t just a vacation or a fairytale or a one-time thing. When we get back to New Orleans, Gio, Delilah, and I will truly begin our life together. I smile. Though, as Gio brings his finger to the scar on my back, tracing it back and forth, I suddenly sense the tension radiating off him.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, my eyes still on the setting sun. Gio removes his hand from my scar and wraps his arm around me from behind, kissing my shoulder as he does.
“Darcy, you know I’d do anything to protect you, anything to avenge you.”
“Yes.” Gio hesitates to speak until the sun finally disappears beneath the ocean’s edge. He then pulls me onto my back so that I can see the seriousness in his eyes. “Gio?” I bring my hand to his cheek.
“I’m going to kill him, Darcy. I’m going to find him, torture him, and kill him. I know it won’t change anything. But the man I am, I can’t allow him to live knowing what he’s done to you. So, I hope you’ll forgive me.” He brushes my hair away from my face and kisses my lips softly. “You don’t have to tell me his name. I have ways of finding him without your help. I just…wanted to make my intentions clear.”
Gio’s words weigh heavy on me. I’ve never been comfortable taking life into my own hands. I had the chance to kill Clive months ago, and I didn’t take it. How many times since have I regretted that choice? For weeks, maybe even months, I feared Clive would come for Delilah and me. And just because he hasn’t found us yet, it doesn’t mean he isn’t looking, and it doesn’t mean he never will. While I now feel safe with Gio and know that he will protect me against Clive’s physical assaults, there areother ways he can hurt me. And that means he still holds power over me, even though I haven’t wanted to admit it.
The reality is, we are still married, and we share a daughter together. Until now, I always feared Clive’s retaliation would be physical. If he ever found me, he’d kill me. With Gio by my side, that won’t be possible. But he could try to take Delilah. Without proof of his abuse, I don’t know how the court would rule, especially because I drugged him and ran away with his child. I’m not willing to take a chance on losing Delilah. Not to mention, I don’t even have an I.D. or a bank account because I’m still hiding from him. If it wasn’t for Gio’s private plane and connections, I wouldn’t have been able to come on this trip.
Thinking of Gio makes me realize we can’t even marry until Clive is dealt with—one way or the other. With all of this in mind and knowing that Gio is capable of getting away with murder, I finally accept the dark reality. “His name is Clive. Clive Cunningham.”
45
Soundsof scraping metal fill the otherwise silent dungeon beneath The Compound as I prepare my tools for, hopefully, one last conquest. Normally, I wouldn’t meditate on the punishment I’m about to dole out. I don’t take pleasure in this kind of violence. But, today, I make an exception. Today is the day Clive Cunningham dies.
