Page 45 of Giovanni
“But there at the end, with the two pillows and how deep you were, then the finger, well, that was spectacular.”
I stare at her on my bed, comfortable and casual to let me play with her how I want. Her legs are splayed, her tight pussy nestled in between them glistening with her multiple releases. The way her skin shimmers with sweat in the bathroom light. How her heavy breasts slip to the side of her body, beckoning my lips, hand, or cock to be nestled in the middle of them.
Her full lips smile at me while her eyes dance with happiness. It’s nearly too much to take, and I close my eyes for a few seconds to commit it to memory. My new mission is to make her look like this every time I see her.
“What are you thinking?” she asks in her sweet melody.
I open my eyes to see she tucked a hand behind her head, otherwise, she hasn’t moved an inch.
“That I want to make you this happy always,” I tell her the truth. I want it always to be this good between us.
“I don’t know ifit’salwaysachievable, but we can aim for the majority.”
She looks up at me, her eyes bright and enchanting, and I squat down to give her a few kisses.
“Would this tough-as-nails ADA accept majority rules?”
I kiss the bridge of her nose and her forehead before standing.
“No, she wouldn’t. Let’s aim for always.”
Leaving her with my parting words, I stroll into the bathroom to start the water warming for her towel while I dispose of the condom and use the facilities. I don’t hear her come in over the loudness of my pee bursting from my still hard cock. It never goes down when she’s around. I find it an interesting problem.When I finish up in the water closet, I’m surprised to see her dressed in my shirt at the sink.
“What is this?”
I pluck at the fabric, not unhappy seeing her in my clothes. After all, she’s mine, and I’m hers. I’d rather her be naked so I can see, touch, and fondle as I see fit, though.
She gives me a guilty smile in the mirror’s reflection while washing her hands and wiping away a clump of mascara stuck to her cheek. I stand behind her, circling my arms around her to wash my hands. Not protesting being smashed up against thecounter while I work the soap through my fingers, she leans her body into mine while tilting her head.
“Giovanni, I hope you don’t mind me saying this. And please know I’m not trying to intrude in your business, but I’ve been thinking about what you said about your family. The pressure they put on you to enter a field you don’t want to pursue.”
I’m completely caught off guard. Her dwelling on my problems is new and takes me back. I’m so used to having to go it alone, treading water in the middle of the ocean, knowing help won’t be coming, that I’m not sure what to say. I turn off the water and step back to dry my hands.
She turns to face me, her hands gripping the counter and causing her elbows to jut outward.Her expression turns focused, the sharp intellect of a seasoned ADA coming to the forefront. She takes my stunned silence as acceptance to proceed.
“Here’s what you could do. Put together a comprehensive business plan for your fitness career. Include your achievements, client testimonials, financial projections, and how the fitness industry is growing. How your bodybuilding competitions will help build your brand and raise awareness of your business. Facts and hard evidence. That’s what will speak to their pragmatic minds.”
I listen intently, impressed by the clarity of her suggestion.
“That’s brilliant. Show them it’s not just a passion, but a profitable and sustainable career.”
She nods, her eyes alight with her strategic thinking.
“Exactly. Add market research, your competition wins, and maybe even a business model for your gym and supplement line. Present it like a case. Clear, logical, and compelling. Make them see the potential returns on their ‘investment’ in you.”
The idea resonates with me deeply.
“I never thought about it like that. Presenting it in a way my dad understands, in his language of business and ROI.”
She gives me a confident smile.
“You’ve got a strong case, Giovanni. You need to lay it out for them. And I’m here to help you structure it, to make it as convincing as possible.”
Her offer to help, combined with this solid, actionable plan, fills me with a newfound sense of purpose and hope. Kacie is more than just offering support. She’s giving me a tool to bridge the gap between my world and my family’s. Not only does she care about me, but her wanting to help tackle my problems has me embracing her.
“You have no idea how much this means to me, Kac.”
My voice clogs with emotion as I rest my cheek on her head. I ignore the fine strands tickling my skin as I hold her. Her hands slide around my waist, clinging to me as tightly as I cling to her.
