Page 24 of Giovanni
“Yes.” My voice is steadier than I feel. “I’m very sure.”
“Good. Now sit right there.”
He guides me toward the edge of the bed, and I sit, watching him intently. Giovanni takes out his phone, his fingers swiftly navigating the screen. Moments later, the soft strains of music fill the room, a slow, sexy song that envelops us, adding another layer to the already intimate atmosphere.
“How about a little show?”
He cocks his head, flashes me a naughty little smile, and I can’t help the circle my mouth forms when his hips start swaying in time with the melody. His gaze holds mine, intense and unyielding, as he begins a slow, deliberate striptease.
There’s a confidence in his movements, an incredibly alluring boldness. He’s baring himself, literally and figuratively, a gesture of vulnerability and trust that no man has ever shown me. It’s not just his physical presence that’s captivating. It’s the intention behind it that this is for me, to make me feel comfortable, to show that he’s just as open and willing to explore as I am.
“I hope you’re enjoying your front row seat.”
“Best show in town,” I quip back with some sass. Staring at his perfectly defined chest with his brown nipples and a dark, happy trail disappearing into the waistline of his shorts has lust coursing through me.
“Well, I aim to please.”
He spins around, effortlessly kicking off his shoes, and with a playful shake of his hips, he starts striking a series of bodybuilding poses. Each movement showcases his well-definedphysique, turning this into a light-hearted showcase of strength and flexibility.
His back muscles ripple impressively as he flexes, a landscape of curves and peaks that speaks volumes of his dedication and hard work. The muscles seem to dance under his skin, each pose highlighting a different aspect of his strength. His back tapers down to a remarkably narrow waist, emphasizing the broadness of his shoulders and the sculpted nature of his body.
“And please, I shall,” he adds, leaning over to face me while removing his socks.
It’s a boast and a promise. Both cause me to release a ragged breath as wetness collects at my core. I’m so ready for what he’s offering I don’t even bother feeling nervous anymore. It’s apparent by the hard shaft outlined in his compression shorts that he wants me as much as I want him.
“Showing off all your hard work?” I tease, inching off the bed to stand before him, my hands eager to touch the smooth expanse of muscles before me.
His shoulders are broad, leading down to well-defined arms where the contours of his biceps and triceps are accentuated with every movement. His muscular and firm chest complements the solid build of his arms, showcasing the result of countless hours of training and dedication.
As he moves, his abs flex—a well-defined six-pack that speaks of rigorous core workouts and a disciplined diet. The muscles ripple with each motion, longing for my tongue to trace each line.
“Showing what you’re in store for.”
His legs are thick and muscular, resulting from heavy squats and lunges. His entire body is perfection. A marvel I once saw in the body exhibited at the Science Museum. I’m lucky to see him like this, vulnerable, open, and desiring me by the look on hisface. His bottom lip catches in his teeth, a quick wink, and then he slips off his boxer to reveal that long, thick shaft. It’s gorgeous and veiny, with a slight curve back to a tight tuft of trimmed curls.
“Oh my.”
I breathe softly, my pussy tingling in anticipation as heat sweeps over my body. His cologne swirls about my senses, mixing with the music in a tantalizing feeling that draws me closer to his naked body.
“You like?”
His tone is teasing, his stare is blistering, and all I can think about is his tasting the pearl of precum on the mushroom head of his shaft. I gaze up at him, exhaling slowly before nodding. My cheeks are hot, my body is on fire, and my gym clothes stick to my excited skin.
“You’re gorgeous, Giovanni.”
I watch as his hand skims down his skin to grip his shaft, stroking it slowly and deliberately. The sight of him touching himself, his muscles flexing with each movement, is almost too much to handle. But I can’t look away. I’m drawn to his raw masculinity and how he commands the room with his presence.
“Thank you. Now it’s your turn,” he murmurs with an unmistakable rasp.
He releases his shaft when he steps closer to me, his eyes never leaving mine, and my pulse quickens.
“I . . . I’m not a good dancer.”
The uncertainty in my tone matches my words. I can quickly strip naked to have him sink into me, but dancing slow and seductively like him isn’t me and wouldn’t be sexy at all.
“That may be, but I sure enjoy watching you squat.”
He grips the hem of my shirt, slowly collecting the fabric in his palms to raise it over my head. It’s the first protective layer I shed, and a shiver runs over me as our eyes remainconnected. A silent exchange of understanding, acceptance, and encouragement.
