Page 22 of Giovanni's Obsession

My breathing escalates along with the motion of my fingers on my clit. My core tightens, letting me know it needs more but I hold off, thrumming myself even faster to that precipice.

I squirm on the bed, imagining those eyes looking up at me from between my thighs. Sliding my hand further down, I push my first two fingers as deep as I can into my slick passage.

It only takes a few pumps of my own hand and a hard squeeze to my left breast to push me over the edge.

I bite my lip to stop the scream that so badly wants out but unable to stop the deep grunt from my throat.

Breathing hard, I open my eyes, petting myself down from the high I was just on. That’s when I hear a noise by the door.

Looking over at it quickly, my eyes collide with that of Gio who looks as if every muscle in his body is straining against his skin.

We stare at each other for what seems like hours but it is only a few minutes before he breaks the contact and strides out of the cabin.

That look in his eyes now has my body throbbing yet again and wanting more.

Giovanni

Swinging the ax harder than I need to, the vibrations shaking my arms all the way to my shoulders.

When I first heard the sounds that were coming from the bedroom, I knew that I should walk back out but I couldn’t stop myself from walking over to that door silently.

The look on her face as she came by her own hand made me want to feel her core squeeze my cock while deep inside of her.

I’ve imagined taking her in so many positions in my dreams and always waking up with this throbbing need.

A few mornings ago I was dreaming of her riding me while in that tub and just as I was about to come in my dream, I woke up coming in my pants like a teenage boy without experience.

I don’t have time for this. I should be on my next mission. Not dodging calls from my employers asking me just where the hell I’m at.

And certainly not panting after some woman that I barely fucking know.

But the thought of leaving her does something completely unexpected to me. It leaves my chest feeling tight as if I can’t breathe.

What kind of feeling is that anyway? My brother says its love.

While I realize he fell head over heels for Fiona fairly quickly, that shit is not the norm.

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