Page 114 of Giovanna

Her hot mouth covers me and she eats me out with reverence. My tummy muscles contract and shake at the assault on my senses. Sinking my nails into her hair, I claw at her head as my hips buck involuntarily under her mouth.

I have never felt so good in my life, but it is almost too much to handle. My body is on a knife’s edge, jumping at the slightest touch.

The pressure building inside me grows and pulses. “Baby, I’m going to come,” I whine, slightly embarrassed at how little time it has taken.

In response, Giovanna gently presses her fingers into my entrance while her mouth focuses on my clit.

“Giovanna,” I breathe. “I’m coming!”

She thrusts her fingers into me as I come, dragging against the spot inside me that makes me see stars. I’m crying her name louder and louder as I’m rocked by the waves of the most intense orgasm of my life.

“Good grief,” I exhale as the pleasure waves subside. Giovanna chuckles and stands, looking over my flushed panting body.

“Good grief?” she teases.

“Good fuckin’ grief,” I nod. “When are you getting naked?”

“If you wanted me naked all you had to do was ask, little darlin',” she winks and begins peeling her clothes off.

I watch eagerly, taking in my private strip show. Each piece of clothing is discarded over her shoulder while her eyes never leave mine. She doesn’t do anything overtly sexual; doesn’t dance or gyrate. But it is so sexy nonetheless.

My mouth waters when she is completely naked. The pull to fuck her is so intense I can hardly express it. But I’m nervous to the point of paralysis. My inexperience is obvious and I don’t want to turn her off by bumbling around clumsily.

“Can I taste you?” I whisper, shy and tentative.

Giovanna grins tilting her head to regard me with humour in her eyes. “Are you sure you want to, sweetheart? You look terrified.”

I cringe and push up on my elbows to sit on the edge of the bed. She stands, gloriously naked, right in front of me waiting for my response and watching the rise and fall of my breasts.

“I’m just…nervous. But, I want to. If you help me…tell me what to do…” my voice trails off and my cheeks flush in embarrassment.

Giovanna reaches a hand to softly tuck my hair behind each of my ears. Her smile has faded and as she tilts my chin up to force me to meet her gaze I see only heat, serious heat, in her expression.

“Come here,” she points to the carpet at her feet. “Get on your knees.”

I shudder as her words send an unexpected bolt of attraction and arousal from my head to my toes. Her commanding tone and dominating stance have me quivering with anticipation all over again.

Scrambling off the bed, my knees hit the carpet with an inelegant thud and I instinctively get into position kneeling with my bum resting on my heels. My hands rest on the front of my thighs and the simple act of being at her feet waiting to be told what to do has my core clenching.

“Eyes on me, Francesca,” she commands and I obey in an instant.

Wetting my lips, I await instruction, but she just watches me for several moments. The tension is indescribable. The air between us crackles as if our sparks might catch on something and set the whole room ablaze.

Her face is dark and the dim lighting casts shadows over her muscular form. The light catches her bold cheekbones and looks like streaks of light warpaint on her dark olive skin. From my place at her feet, she looks like some kind of warrior. An avenging angel. The scar in her eyebrow adds to the image of an anti-hero who will save your life only to ruin it.

Slowly she reaches down to run a finger through her own pussy separating her folds and showing me how wet she is. My eyes widen and I swear I feel them dilate with arousal.

I gulp and wet my lips again.

“Taste,” she presses the wetness to my lips and I open my mouth to suck her from the base to the tip of her finger.

“Do I taste good?” She teases and I nod eagerly, allowing her to slip her finger out of my mouth.

Her hand cups my chin firmly. It is grounding and reassuring, but she increases the pinch in her grasp to offer more dominance if I’ll take it. “You want more, baby?”

“Yes,” I whisper, biting my lower lip.

“Yes, what?”

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