Page 25 of Giovanni
“I thought you only count my reps and fix my stance. I didn’t know you were checking me out.”
“I’m doing it all.”
He places my shirt on the dresser behind him, raises my chin, and captures my lips in a searing kiss. His full lips are soft and pillowy against the sharp barbs of his mustache. The dichotomy of how he feels distracts my brain from worrying about him seeing my naked body and the extra weight I’m carrying when his fingers dip under the edges of my sports bra.
“Relax, Kacie,” he beckons against my lips as the music changes to something smoother.
My mouth parts, wanting more when his lips move to my jawline, grazing my skin with his teeth before moving down my neck. I relish the feeling, be it pain, pleasure, or something else entirely. I’m not sure.
I enjoy his roaming lips a few moments more until I place my hands on his body, allowing them to skim over his rippling muscles. He groans against my flesh, the rumbling permeating into my fingertips.
“You smell good.”
His mouth rests on my collarbone before his fingers roll my sports bra up my body and over my head, joining my shirt on the dresser. My nipples harden against the cool air, goosebumps appear on my skin, and an instinct to cover myself rises with my shoulders slouching forward.
“Don’t hide from me. I’ve been dying to see this silky caramel skin.”
I take a deep breath, slowly relaxing the tightness in my shoulders. His words wash over me, soothing my insecurities and igniting a flicker of confidence. My hands wander in theirexploration the same as his eyes, greedily taking in every curve, every imperfection, with hunger and appreciation.
“Beautiful.” A slow smile spreads as if he unwrapped the most precious gift. “Absolutely stunning.”
His words resonate deep within me, awakening a part of myself that has long been dormant. This is not just about him seeing me naked. It’s about being seen for who I truly am—vulnerable yet strong, imperfect yet deserving of lust and pleasure.
“I could say the same thing about you.”
He groans when I grip his hard shaft, the thickness surprising against the soft curls of his pubic hair. I expected him to be hairless, as it seems to be the trend in the few pornographic films I’ve watched. However, seeing this small patch tight like mine makes me pleased as he’ll see we match.
“Then we’ll be beautiful together,” he rasps when my thumb circles his precum over this head. His hands tightened at my waist, and his thumbs paused underneath my waistband while enjoying my grip on him.
“Kacie, if you don’t stop, I’m going to come in your hand, and that’s the last thing I want to do.”
I release him, my hand sliding down his length back to his base as I lock my gaze with his.
“Patience,” I whisper, a mischievous smile on my lips. “There’s so much more I want to do before that.”
He groans in response, the desire in his eyes mirroring my own. His hands move from my waist, gliding up my sides and over the curves of my breasts, causing a shiver to ripple through me. My breath hitches as his thumbs graze over my hardened nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.
“I knew they would be perfect. Look at them.”
His expression is full of adoration as he holds my heavy breasts in his hands, his thumbs stroking relentlessly back and forth.
“More than a handful. Damn, Kac.”
Kac.
A shortening of my name said it whispered desperation. It’s the only way I want to hear my name. Leaning in, he takes one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking gently before flicking it with his tongue. My back arches instinctively, urging him to explore further. He obliges, switching to the other nipple and lavishing it with the same attention. The sensations are heightened by the contrast of his scratchy mustache and his soft tongue.
Not usually one for facial hair, he’s winning me over with his and the tricks it can do. He catches me by surprise when he plasters his face into my cleavage and then pushes my breasts against the side of his face. A low growl rumbles out of him and into me, and I grip his shoulders to push him back. His face is heavy with desire. Those dark eyes bore into me.
“I could suffocate on them and die a happy man.”
I laugh, and he winks, breaking his smolder with humor.
“Let’s hope that doesn’t happen.”
“If I’m going to suffocate, it’s going to be with you riding my face.”
The certainty in his tone causes my breath to catch in my throat. Without warning, he scoops me in his arms and carries me to the bed, placing me gently on the soft bedding. His eyes burn with intensity as he hovers over me before capturing my lips in another searing kiss that strokes the fire within me.
