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“No problem,” I long to call her by the affectionate names I use in my head, but I feel like the moment I do she will snap out of her indulgence of me and push me back to Elio.

Remaining behind me, Giovanna dries my hands off with a tea towel and then turns me around. My back presses against the sink and I look up into her serious face. I trace a finger lightly over the scar in her left eyebrow. I like it. It makes her look sexier, and badass. As the saying goes, ‘bitches love scars.’

She closes her eyes as I lift my other hand and trail my fingertips down her jawline. Feeling brave, I follow the path of my fingertips with my lips. Little kisses, soft and slow. Her head falls back a little and she begins to hum. Her hands grasp my hips and keep my pelvis pressed against hers.

I slide a hand behind her neck and up into her undercut. Her eyes darken as I scrape my nails over her short hair and her scalp.

“I like it when you do that,” she rasps and I smile at her. I’m drowning in the heat from her gaze. No, I’m bathing in it.

One of her hands goes to the side of my neck and she tilts my head up. I know her kiss is coming and I’m in agony with each second I have to wait. I’m desperate. On fire. I need her.

The way she bears down on me is so perfectly dominant. She is in control and she wants to use her power to get lost in me. Her firm lips capture my soft ones and our kiss begins slowly. Then both of Giovanna’s hands are on my neck, moving me exactly as she wants and I put up no resistance.

I melt into her and she deepens the kiss. The butterflies in my tummy are multiplying and her tongue moving with mine. Everything feels so acute. Every touch is a spark.

“I need you,” I whisper against her lips.

“Tell me what you need, baby,” she replies, planting more kisses on my lips and chin.

“I-I need your fingers inside me,” I gasp. “And, I want to taste you this time.” I’m nervous, but I am desperate to taste her for the first time.

The look she gives me is pure fire and she steps back throwing her hands behind her head and groaning. “Fuck, Francesca. You’re killing me.”

I wait, watching her, worried that I said something wrong and she is going to walk away. But instead, she grabs the nape of my neck a little roughly and plants a kiss on my forehead.

“Bedtime, baby,” she growls, taking me by the hand and leading me upstairs to her bedroom.

As soon as the bedroom door shuts behind us, I leap into her arms, my legs wrapping around her hips. Our mouths crash together urgently and we devour each other like we are each the other's last meal.

She slams me up against the closed door and pulls back to look at me. “I…I can’t promise you anything, darlin’. Just tonight. Leave now if that ain’t enough.”

‘This is going to hurt in the morning,’ I think as I pull her head back towards me and slam my mouth against hers.

“God, I want you so bad it hurts,” I groan into her mouth as she steps back from the door and turns to drop me down onto her bed gently.

“As much as it gets me wet to see you in my hoodie, I’m going to need you to take it off now,” she growls standing next to the bed.

I give her a slight smile and my most innocent wide-eyed expression as I tug the oversized hoodie over my head revealing I’m wearing nothing underneath.

“And the shorts,” Giovanna says darkly. Her teeth are clenched and knowing how much she wants me makes me even wetter.

I give her the same smile and innocent expression and slowly lift my hips, tugging the little cotton shorts down. I’m wearing nothing under the shorts either.

“Open,” Giovanna commands, gently tapping the inside of one of my knees. I let my legs fall apart and my eyes roll back into my head at the hiss she makes when she sees how glistening wet I am.

I keep my eyes on Giovanna’s face. Watching her appreciate my body as if it were the most incredible piece of art. A piece of art, but one she wants to devour, tear apart, and put back together.

Giovanna runs her hands over my body and there is something erotic about lying naked for her while she explores me fully clothed. Her palms follow the curves of my body, skimming over my skin, and leaving me covered in goosebumps. It feels like no part of my body is unexplored by her gentle hands and I feel worshipped.

“You sure?” she rasps.

“Yes, just fuck me. Please,” I beg.

Sliding her hands underneath my bum, Giovanna tugs me to the side of the bed. My pussy hovers over the edge and she places my feet wide on the edge too so that my legs are splayed open. Standing between my legs, she leans over me, a palm on either side of my head. She kisses me deeply and my exposed pussy aches for contact, but she makes sure her body doesn’t provide any friction for it.

“I can smell how wet you are for me, my darlin’. Do you know how hot that is?” Giovanna groans against my mouth before dragging her lips down my body in a series of kisses, licks, sucks, and bites.

She doesn’t stop until she reaches my slick cunt. It is throbbing for her; my whole body quivering. She drops to her knees next to the bed, still wearing her suit, and slides her tongue deep into my wet folds, dragging it from my vagina to my clitoris. I cry out in shock and pleasure.

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