Page 42 of Giovanni
When that side is fully squishy and stress-free, he moves to the other leg and starts the process over. If he plans on having sex tonight, it might have to be in this position, as I’m floating on clouds from the release of stress everywhere in my body.
“You’re amazing,” I slur against his pillows, fighting and falling asleep with how relaxed and weightless I feel. It’s almost beyond words.
“It does feel great, huh?”
His question floats somewhere behind me until that elbow finds the deep hip pocket, and I’m sucking in the air again.
“Relax, Kacie. I promise you’re going to feel like a million bucks tomorrow.”
“I feel like a million bucks now. Seriously, you’re going to have to have sex with me just like this because I don’t think I can move.”
It’s half jest and half-truth.
“That can easily be arranged,” he says without missing a beat. “Is there anywhere else you are holding tension that I can rub out.”
“My pussy,” I blurt out, then hold my breath at being so blunt and forward—extremely uncharacteristic of me.
“Is that so?”
He taps his hard shaft against my ass cheek as if I didn’t already feel the snake slithering across my body when he changes positions or directions.
“Definitely.”
My boldness continues. I blame it on the utter uselessness of my body. Not wanting to do any work other than lying back and having him make me feel amazing in every way possible.
“Good girl. Get me ready, and I’ll give you what you want.”
My insecurity raises a feeble attempt at making me worried about oral but fails with how many good sensations course through my body compliments of him. When his shaft steps into my line of sight, I know what he wants, and I wish to return part of what he’s already given to me. I prop myself up on my elbows and scoot to the edge of the bed while licking my lips. When I reach out to touch him, he tsks again at me.
“Only that perfect mouth, Kac.”
He moves closer, his thick, muscular thighs spreading slightly when he leans toward the bed. His shaft is hard, angledright at me with a drop of precum waiting to be licked. His hands remain by his side, patiently waiting for me to start.
I take a deep breath, circle my mouth, and latch onto him. He’s warm and a bit salty. The vein on the underside presses against my flattened tongue as I take him as far as I can and then gag.
His hand caresses my cheek as I pull back, wanting to start again.
“Relax. There’s no need to take all of me. Start with the tip.”
His fingers are featherlight, moving down my neck and toward my breast before falling away. I start again, closing my eyes and setting a rhythm that works for me. Not too deep, but still sexy and sensual in my head. Not having to use my hands makes it easier to focus on one thing. The grunts and groans pouring out of him are confirmation I’m on the right track.
“Very good girl.”
I open my eyes to lock onto his. Molten dark chocolate irises, pleased and proud, sends a thrill through me.
“Keep up the rhythm, and let me know if you need a break.”
I resume my task, feeling more confident now that I know what to expect. I focus on his taste, seeking out the subtle flavors of his skin and the musky scent of his arousal. As I lick and suck, he responds with more groans and subtle shifts in his hips, encouraging me further.
I explore his shaft, circling the head with my tongue and then swiping down the length of him, tracing the vein and the sensitive spots. His breath hitches, and I know I’m hitting the right places. I can feel his pulse throbbing under my lips, and his taste is becoming more and more familiar.
As he comes closer to his release, he grips my head, guiding me to take more of him in my mouth. I obey, opening wider and taking him deeper, relishing in the salty taste of him and the feel of him hitting the back of my mouth.
“Fuck.”
His hips buck into my face.
“Such a good girl for me.”
