Page 71 of Finally Us (Next Generation 5)

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(Vince)

After I finally got Gigi to open up to me, I made good on my promise and quickly used her body to make both of us feel better. By the time I was done, her taste was on my tongue and my name was on her lips. I had taken another picture of my cock deep inside her. When she noticed what I was doing, her cheeks reddened, and her pupils dilated. My girl liked being on display as long as I was the only spectator. For now, anyway. I knew there was a voyeuristic side to her, and I couldn’t wait to explore that little fantasy that she tried to keep hidden.

By the time I was done, I was going to have quite the collection of pictures. They would be our own private stash. We could look at them together, make more, and come up with new ways to just feel good. She was beautiful and I wanted her to see what I did.

“You’ve been quiet,” Gigi murmured, running her finger along the edge of her wine glass.

I sat back, staring at her from across the table. We had driven to a restaurant that wasn’t too fancy and served delicious food. The theme was rustic and most of the dishes served were Italian. The portions were big, and you never left hungry.

“I’ve been thinking of the images of you I have on my phone,” I told her.

A small smile splayed on her face, her cheeks turning a beautiful shade of pink. “I can’t believe you took pictures of me and us while we were…”

“While we were what, Gigi?” I asked, sitting forward.

“Having sex,” she whispered.

I chuckled, shaking my head. “You act all damn shy in public but get you in bed and you’re a fucking porn star.”

She laughed lightly, shrugging her shoulders. “That’s because I trust you. I can be myself with you and no one knows me like you do.”

I stared at her. That had been the most honest thing she had ever said to me outside of us fucking. I reached across the table before she could shut down again and grabbed hold of her hand. “Thank you.”

She nodded, chewing her bottom lip. “Thank you for today and I’m sorry again about this morning.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s over.” I wasn’t going to dwell on it. I had learned quickly that when it came to Gigi, if she said something, she meant it. I believed her apology and I also knew that she sent me that text because she was scared. But now that it was out of the way, we could move forward.

Holding her hand on the table, I ran my thumb back and forth over the side of her palm. I watched her. Really watched her. She continued to sip from her red wine, her golden eyes moving over to the other couples sitting at random tables in the large space of the restaurant.

When we had arrived, I wanted to sit in the booth beside her, but I also didn’t want to overwhelm her. We had spent the rest of the morning and most of the early afternoon, wrapped in each other’s arms. I had made her a sandwich and salad from items I found in her fridge. When I was satisfied that she was no longer hungry, I fucked her. Again. It was like something had switched between us this morning and I couldn’t get enough of her. Even right now as I watched her drink her wine. She was none the wiser over what I wanted to do to her. Or how I wanted to take her to the bathroom and rip into her body before I found out if she was wet enough for me. I wanted to use her up and have my cum dripping from every damn hole in her body.

My thoughts traveled back to this afternoon when we were changing and getting ready for our date. As Gigi shimmied into her black dress, I was on her before she could get the fabric over her ass. I felt like a damn horny teenager.

“Are you hungry?” I heard myself ask.Of course she was hungry.She wouldn’t have agreed to go out for dinner with you if she wasn’t.I mentally scolded myself.

Her eyes flicked to mine. “I am. You helped me work up an appetite.”

I coughed. “Yeah, sorry about that. I don’t know what’s come over me.”

She smiled, pulling her hand from mine and leaning against the seatback of the booth. “Was I complaining?”

“No, but—” I jumped when I felt something pushing against my crotch. I looked down, finding Gigi’s foot rubbing my dick.

“You’re patient with me.” Gigi picked up a breadstick and bit off the end. “I don’t know how to ever repay you.”

I chuckled, cupping her heel. “I think you’ve had too much wine.”

“Nah.” She winked.

My dick twitched beneath her foot. This was what I liked. Flirting with her. Teasing each other in public when we had to wait until we were in a more private location to take care of that need.

“Did you do as I asked?” I grabbed her foot, pulling it harder against me.

“You’ll have to wait and see.” She finished off her breadstick before picking up her glass of wine again. “I could take a picture though.”

My cock hardened even more at what she was suggesting. “Do it.”

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