Page 59 of Giovanni
“Were you planning this the whole time?”
I point to the condom in his hand, and he casts me the biggest guilty smile.
“Not planning but hoping.”
His hand strokes up the side of my body, plucking at the top.
“Now be a good girl for me and get naked. I want to see how beautiful you are.”
The praise makes my body tingle with lust, and I place my hand on his chest, feeling the muscles flex as I slide off him. Heshucks his lounge pants off and has the condom on in seconds. It takes me a bit longer until an extra set of hands pulls at everything to help me.
“Someone’s eager.”
I bite my lip as I straddle him, his fingers digging into my skin as if the restraint of letting me lead is almost too much.
“You have no idea, Kac. I’ve been tempted half a dozen times to wake you in the middle of the night. I’ve done good holding off this long.”
I plant my hand on his stomach, balancing my weight as I loop my ankles over his legs. He holds his cock, lining it up at my entrance while staring at me. His gaze is blistering, his pupils overtaking the gold flakes as I slowly descend onto his erection. We both moan. The feeling of him slowly filling me up is being savored by both of us. I’m tighter in the morning, I have no idea why. When I clench my thighs together to adjust to his large size, he grabs my waist and stops me.
“Give me a sec.”
While his hands still my movements, his eyes devour me, greedily zeroing in on my breasts and clit until he sucks his thumb, then plants it flat against my clit. My eyes flutter closed at the contact, savoring the sensation as I lean into his touch. The soft stroking is fantastic. My hips gently rock into the goodness until he suddenly thrusts into me. My eyes fly open as he’s buried to the hilt, the hard pressing fullness a contrast to the featherlight touch against my clit.
“You’re mine, you know that?”
His hand trails up my ribcage to the side of my breast, cupping it and stroking his thumb in an opposite rhythm to the one at my clit.
It’s not a claim of ownership, something I’d never go for. More a claim that I am his and he is mine. He’s got me, and I’vegot him. An exclusivity that we both agree on. I can’t help the smile that spreads across my lips.
“Yes, Giovanni, I’m yours.”
“Good girl.”
The praise, him massaging my breast, the stroking of my clit, and the occasional thrusting into me has my body tingling, my nerves tight and raw with lust and want. Wanting to be owned and owning him.
“And you’re mine,” I add, picking up the pace now that he seems more in control.
His calloused hand skims down my flesh, holding onto my hip as I grind into him. Wetness pours out of me from his perfectly timed thrusts. Wanting to put on a good show for him, I leverage the strength in my legs to bounce on his shaft while fondling my breasts. His eyes widen, and his breath stills until a growl rumbles out of him, and he pulls me down to him.
“Iamyours.”
His hand splays on my butt, pushing it down with every upward thrust of his hips. The power and strength coming from his body is intoxicating as he keeps me exactly where he wants me.
It’s wild and sloppy, fast and reckless, racing me towards an orgasm that bursts out of me. His hand slips into my hair, curling into a fist while I suck on his neck.I slide my knees higher toward his waist, giving him more access to plunge deeper, harder, and faster. The angle is perfect, hammering me over and over until the tidal wave of a climax builds in me so rapidly that I’m coming again.
“Scream my name,” he rasps as his pulse pounds against my lips.
I’m lost in the moment. The way his arms tighten around my body, stealing my breath, his hands gripping my flesh in desperate need, and how my lower body bounces off hisshaft. It’s sensory overload in the best way. When the blinding goodness of my powerful climax overtakes me a third time, I don’t scream his name but breathlessly mutter it against his sweaty skin.
“You’re going to know who you belong to, Kac.”
I haven’t recovered when he flips us again. With my legs on his shoulders, his knees on either side of my body, bending me in half to continue his powerful thrusts. I ride out the remnants of my orgasm, my body weightless and my limbs like jelly as sweat drips from him onto my breasts. A smile emerges as he shakes his head, sending droplets all over me. I grip the sheets, trying to hold onto something, when his eyes lock on mine.
“Who do you belong to?”
He leans forward, and the stretch on my hamstrings is intense when I lean up to kiss him, quietly murmuring, “You. I’m yours, O.G.”
“Good girl.”
