Page 60 of Giovanni
He chases my lips, causing my leg to slip to his elbow as he deepens the kiss. His tongue invades my mouth, seeking and exploring the same as his shaft and pulling yet another, more minor orgasm from me. Suddenly, he breaks the kiss, pulls out of me, and rips off the condom. His fist pumps his cock until long spurts of white cum spray all over my breasts and stomach.
Giovanni groans deep and long while continuing to come, dampness collecting on the curls at the base of his neck. He’s a vision of perfection with his mouth slacked in bliss, his arm flexing while tightly stroking his cock, and his abdominals clenched. If bodybuilders had a dream pose, this would be mine for him. Privately, of course, as he would say. When his glassy eyes focus on me, a proud expression appears.
“Mmm, you look perfect right now.”
I chuckle as his hand caresses the length of my leg, pausing at my ankle to incircle it before releasing it and continuing upwards.
“Covered in your cum?”
I look down at the creamy white fluid pooling in between my breasts.
“Isn’t that a little chauvinistic?”
“Definitely chauvinistic.”
He winks with a wide grin, his hand still caressing my skin.
“Now, how about a shower? And breakfast. I know this great little smoothie bar we can walk to.”
“That sounds wonderful. But I need a minute to catch my breath.”
And to savor how I feel right now while replaying everything that just happened.
“Of course. Take your time. I’ll get the water heating up.”
He bounds off the bed, swipes the condom off the sheets, and walks away to start the shower. His butt is high and tight, over his shredded thighs and proportionate calves. When I first met him, he told me that legs were his favorite workout, and I can tell he’s never missed a leg day.
He has the body of Adonis and the face of an Italian God under the halo of chocolate curls. I almost have to pinch myself to believe this is real. A shrill from his phone in the other room has him exiting the bathroom, looking utterly confused.
“Who is calling at this hour?”
He glowers, his expression turning sour at the intrusion.
“Go ahead and jump in the shower, I’ll join you in a sec.”
Having no idea what time it is other than the sun has risen, casting golden sparkles around his room from reflection off the glass building across the street. I ease off his bed, grabbing my bonnet to act as a makeshift shower cap while being mindful of his cum sliding down my body.
Next to the shower, a pile of towels awaits, and with my hair neatly tucked away, I step into the steaming cascade. The water pours down, soothing my weary muscles—not from Giovanni, but from endless hours at the office, in court, and in meetings. I contort under the high-pressure jets, aiming for relief from every ache.
Giovanni’s voice pierces the steam outside the glass, his tone unmistakably agitated. The words are muffled, but the discontent in his voice is crystal clear. Puzzled by what’s happening, I stop stretching and speed up, getting clean, keen to finish, and find out what’s causing the trouble.
Cutting off the water and wrapped in a towel, I join him on the wide rug, where he’s still naked with a hand on his hip. His eyes bore into mine when he switches the phone to speaker so I can hear.
His boss, Mr. Daniels, explains how two trainers are out with the flu, causing overbookings with the ones already scheduled to work. He’s practically pleading with Giovanni to work, offering him double time pay and bringing in lunch. Giovanni mutes the line, mid-sentence of his boss still talking.
“Kacie.”
“If you need to go in, I understand. He sounds like he’s in a bind, or he wouldn’t be calling you on your day off,” I defend, as Giovanni seems conflicted between continuing our weekend together and feeling obligated to acquiesce to his boss's pleas. “Really, it’s okay.”
He hesitates, his eyes searching mine for reassurance.
“But our plans . . .” he begins, the conflict evident in his voice.
“I know, but sometimes these things happen.”
I place my hand on his arm, trying to reassure him physically.
“I had to cancel on you Friday for work. This is no different.”
