Page 30 of Giovanni
“Oh, you have no idea what you’re in for.”
With a swift motion, I flip her onto her back and pin her to the mattress with my fit body. She gasps, surprise on her face and excitement dancing in her eyes. Our bodies are tangled together, our breaths shared as the sexual tension intensifies between us.
“Maybe I do,” she smirks, pinching my ass with a flirty attitude. I love what is emerging from her. A naughty side that will pair nicely with my dominant side.
“Tonight,” I growl, my voice low and commanding. “I’m going to give you a preview.”
She pinches my ass again, my body weight sinking further into her when I grab her hand and interweave our fingers. She looks from our hands back to me and smiles, pleased at my actions.
“If holding hands is as bad as it gets, then I like it already.”
She lets out a light chuckle, the vibrations rumbling through me. It’s so easy to like this woman. Aside from the respect and admiration I have for her career, the different facets of her personality coming to life in the privacy of my place have me falling for her. She’s everything I’ve wanted—caring, patient, understanding, non-judgmental and fun. I dip my head to plant a long, sweet kiss on her plump lips, relishing the softness against mine. When a sigh of contentment escapes her mouth and floods mine, I know she’s also feeling something for me.
I end the kiss, wanting to confess how I feel, as I suddenly want to hear her say how she feels about me. Not one for being insecure about myself with women, far from it, but in this intimate moment, I would like to hear the words. Receive verbal confirmation that it’s not just one-sided like my gym crush. Maybe in places I don’t care to admit, I want validation before it goes too far, and I’m getting hurt again.
“I like you, Kacie,” I whisper, searching her face for what I’m looking for and need before we continue forward. Hergrip tightens, her other hand suddenly cupping my face as her expression softens.
“I like you too.”
Simple words that kids use to describe their feelings. Yet it’s all I need to dip my head and take her mouth in the most passionate and powerful way I know how. My tongue twists with hers, infiltrating her mouth with unbridled need after confirming the feelings I have are being equally reciprocated. Something that hasn’t happened in a very long time.
Her fingertips slide to my neck, resting there as I begin to grind my cock into her soft stomach. Her moans join my grunts, both of us wanting more of what is being freely given. She’s matching my vigor with her own, her hips moving with mine until I suddenly push off her to grab another condom.
“This is going to be much faster this time.”
My need to be back inside the warm walls of her pussy, cloud any consideration for being slow and patient.
“Good.”
She spreads her legs wider and plucks at a breast while I mess with the wrapper. My gaze fights between rolling the tight ring on and watching her fingers slide down her belly to swirl that beautifully dark clit. What I won’t admit to her is how visually attractive our contrasting skin tones are to me. Her caramel, my olive, is something that fucks with my mind in the best damn way and makes my cock hard enough to explode the second I’m in her.
“I love how you’re looking at me right now.”
My gaze shifts from her sensual thighs and the puffy mound between them to those stunning green irises. The heat coursing through me is blistering, causing me to start sweating in anticipation of taking her hard and fast.
“Then you’re going to love how I fuck you.”
The vulgarity of my words raises her eyebrows, but she only opens her legs further in an invitation to take what I want and give her what she needs.
“Conquer me, O.G.”
The humor in her words is lost on both of us when her eyelids partly close, and she blows me the sexiest air kiss. She barely has time to register the shift between us when I throw her legs over my shoulders and push into her tight pussy again.
“Oh, yes,” she mumbles as I slide all the way in, hitting the end and stopping to enjoy being enveloped in warm, soft wetness. She impatiently starts to move, her body creating the necessary friction while I need a few more seconds to not burst this condom by coming too early. Her thighs act as a weight to hold me back when I need more, and I need to remain as deep as possible to pull the biggest orgasm out of her tonight.
“Giovanni, get to plundering me.”
Her word choice would be funny if it weren’t for the pleading seriousness in her tone. Another thing I like is the need for me and me alone. It’s intoxicating and could become addictive.
My upper body presses into her legs. They buckle slightly, and I wrap an arm around them to keep them on my shoulders as I leverage my weight on my knees. My thighs clench, and my ass tightens, holding back the tingle building in my balls as I pump hard and fast into her.
“Your wish is my command.”
Her moans grow louder. Sounds of slapping flesh mix with the music in the room as I continue to thrust into her depths. Her nails dig into my back, leaving marks that spur me on. The sting only heightens the intensity of my desire for her.
Her expressive eyes close, cutting me from seeing her emotions. I rely upon the sounds forced out of her, her hands contracting and releasing my flesh, and the tightening of her body as an orgasm overtakes her.
“Remember what I said about screaming my name?” I remind her, my voice dripping with authority. “I want to hear who’s plundering you now.”
