Page 58 of Giovanni
“Schwarzenegger, huh?”
Glancing at the cover of the book.
“Yeah, he’s a legend in the bodybuilding world,” he replies, setting the book aside. “But right now, I’m more interested in cuddling my girl. Get in here.”
Sliding under the covers beside him, I immediately feel the warmth he’s gathered in the bed. He plucks the bonnet from his head, his curls tumbling out to carefully gather my hair and tuck it in. It makes me feel so cared for.
“Did I do it, right?”
He leans closer, giving me a few innocent kisses before easing me down to the mattress in a longer, more prolonged kiss. Hovering above me, his eyes are dark with desire, and if I weren’t so exhausted, I’d initiate something more.
“Perfect.”
“Good.”
He suddenly offers me his fist to bump, and he kisses me again once I do.
“Sweet dreams, Kac.”
He reaches to turn off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness, illuminated only by the faint glow from the city outside. He wraps an arm around me, drawing me close, and I rest my head against his chest, comforted by the rhythm of his heartbeat.
In the quiet of his room, the day’s events replay in my mind—the Aquarium, the carnival games, the magical indoor campout. Each memory is tinged with the warmth of Giovanni’s thoughtfulness and the joy it brings me.
Lying there, in the peaceful darkness, in his arms, I find not just a place to rest but a sense of peace, a feeling of being exactlywhere I’m meant to be. I fall asleep with that lovely feeling overtaking my body.
As the first light of morning filters through the windows, casting a soft glow in the room, I awaken to find myself still in Giovanni’s embrace. His breathing is slow and steady, a peaceful rhythm harmonizing with the early morning tranquility. For a moment, I lie there, enjoying the warmth of being nestled against him, reflecting on the beautiful week this has been with him.
He stirs beside me, his eyes fluttering open. He greets me with a sleepy smile, his arm tightening gently around me.
“Morning, Kac,” he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep. “Did you sleep well?”
“Very. Thanks to your cocoon away from the world.”
My voice is also laced with drowsiness as I stretch.I haven’t slept this soundly in a long time. Not that I live in a bad part of town or a rowdy apartment complex, but there’s always some city sound making its’ way into my place and waking me up. These lofts are expensive, with massive sheets of windows, and they block out the sounds much better than my place does. Even now, I can’t hear any city buses bustling outside his building.He props himself up on one elbow, looking at me affectionately.
“You know, we could always stay in bed . . .”
His curly hair is a mess, sticking out in all directions like a lion’s mane. His mustache is slightly crooked on one side as he leans in for a gentle morning kiss. His lips are soft and smooth against mine, lingering momentarily while his fingers caress my cheek. When he moves away, I smile up at him, readying to play with him just as much as his hard shaft against my body is ready to play with me.
“And?” I tease, my hands already drifting down the abs he had on full display when strutting his stuff around the room last night.
“Good girl. I already like where this is going.”
As he speaks, I catch a whiff of his clean, musky cologne from last night and a hint of mint from his toothpaste.
“And where is this going, O.G.?”
I blink up at him, my hands stilling at his waistband. His groan of frustration is short lived when he rolls us over and shoves my hips down to plant his erection against my pubic bone.
“A show for me.”
He winks, his hand tugging my bonnet away before cupping the back of my neck and drawing me in for a passionate kiss. His lips are firm yet gentle, his mustache tickling my sensitive skin as his tongue dances with mine. He’s exploring every area of my mouth as if it’s new and exotic. I can’t get enough, grinding against him and moaning into his mouth. My desire grows with each stroke of the tongue against mine and every thrust of his cock into my body. I’m yearning for him, wetness pooling between my legs as his hands knead my butt as he likes to do.
He breaks the kiss to whisper, “I need you, Kac.”
“I need you, too.”
I sit up, more than eager to give him a show, while he stretches to his nightstand to retrieve a condom, something that wasn’t there last night when he put his book away. I appreciate this preparation and confidence in knowing this was to come.
