Page 111 of 7+Us Makes Nine

“I don’t know about all of that.”

“All of what?” I asked.

“Going out with you. I mean—I still don’t know you.”

I smiled and extended my hand. “Hi. I’m Giovanni, and I’m not really the jerk you once thought I was. How are you, Arianna?”

I saw her struggling to hold in a laugh, but finally, it came out. She shook her head and then shook my hand. I pulled her in closer to me, and wrapped my arms around her, turning our handshake into a hug.

The hug went on longer than I meant it to, for I found myself not wanting to let her go as my hands rested on the small of her back, wanting desperately to roam downward. Her hands rested on my back, her touch steadily growing firmer.

I leaned away from her just slightly so that I could see her face. “Well, I’d say things are a lot better between us already.”

I didn’t mean to, but I stared at her lips. When I finally managed to look back into her eyes, I noticed that she was staring at my lips as well.

Yes, despite everything, the attraction we felt towards each other was still there.

“I swear—I’m not that kind of girl,” she said again.

“I know,” I said. “But luckily—since I’m going to be your husband, it doesn’t matter, right?”

She didn’t respond, but she also didn’t pull away from me. And before I could stop myself, I pressed my lips to hers.

A moan escaped her lips, and I couldn’t con

trol myself any longer. I needed to have her right now. My hands reached for the bottom of her tank top and pulled it off her. Her fingers fumbled as she worked on the buttons of my shirt, missing some in her haste to get me naked. I helped her finish, shrugging off my shirt before I continued undressing her. Her yoga pants and sports bra were off in seconds.

“You’re too sexy, Arianna.” Her body was a work of art. I moved my fingers over her perky nipples, turning them into two pebbles, and lowered them to her pussy.

I stepped next to her and snaked my arm around her waist as I slid my fingers past her thong, through her already puffy and wet lips.

“Already so hot and wet for me,” I muttered into her ear.

She moaned and pressed against me, thrusting her pussy into my hand.

“That is so good.”

“Yeah? You like when I touch your wet pussy like this?” I massaged her clit slowly, building her tension gradually.

“Y-yes.” Her breathy confirmation made my dick throb.

“Where do you want me to touch you, sweetie? Tell me.”

“Everywhere. I want your fingers inside of me.”

My cock pulsated stronger, my pre-come already soaking my boxers. The scent of her arousal hit my nostrils, making my mouth water for her. Her pulse quickened as I touched her clit and vulva, slightly increasing my movements. I circled around her hole, watching her beautiful face twist with pleasure and need. She was growing impatient, pushing her pussy against my fingers to urge me to fuck her, and I was happy to oblige.

I inserted two fingers deep into her, instantly squeezed with her tight walls. Fuck. I couldn’t get over how tight she was, and I was going to explode if I didn’t dip my dick into her soft wetness soon.

“Giovanni! Yes! Fuck me deeper!”

My, my. She was getting bolder. I added another finger, deepening my thrusts, and watched her fall apart just two seconds later. Her pussy contracting around my fingers felt incredible, but I needed to feel it on my cock.

I pushed her to the ground right in front of the doorway and grabbed a condom out of my pants pocket, grateful for always carrying a few with me just in case.

I didn’t even take my pants off, too impatient to get inside of her. I turned her around and pulled her ass high in the air. I smacked it, watching in pleasure the spreading redness on her smooth ass cheek.

“Arianna, your ass is driving me crazy. I want to be deep inside of you.”

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