Page 90 of Giovanna

My hand picking up the pace, I kiss her and then pull back to watch her cum as I say, “cum for me. You’re such a good girl.”

She shatters, clenching so tight around my fingers that I can’t move them at all. “I’m -! Oh god, Giovanna!” she cries. She fucks my hand, riding out her orgasm, hips thrusting underneath me.

“You’re so beautiful when you cum,” I groan as she melts into a sated puddle. She blushes and hides her face in my neck.

“Gio?” She mumbles against my skin after a few minutes of being wrapped around each other.

“Yeah, baby?”

“How do I make you cum now?” She’s so cute.

I kiss her forehead. “I’ll show you. I’m going to do the work this time. I’ll fuck your body until I see stars. Roll onto your tummy.”

She looks like she doesn’t understand what’s going on, but does as she is told. Like most people, I think she assumes that the only two ways women can make each other cum is by oral sex or fingers. Well, I’m about to introduce her to the world of tribbing because I love it.

Kneeling behind where she lies face down on the bed, I gently tap both sides of her hips and say, “Up”. She obeys immediately, lifting onto her knees. Seriously, if she keeps being so responsive and obedient, I’m never going to let her out of my bed.

I position myself directly behind her and press my hand into the centre of her upper back so that her tight bum is in the air, but her chest is pressed into the bed. She arches her back without being told and I give her another mumbled, “Good girl”. She sighs happily.

I pull her thighs apart a little more and run my fingers through her soaking cunt again. Lining up my pussy against hers, I hold her hips and pull her back tight against me. My eyes roll back as our wetness mingles and my hard clit buries into her lips. I start to grind my hips and control hers in front of me.

“Oh, it feels good,” Francesca looks up from where her head is resting sideways on her forearms.

“I fuckin’ love it,” I rasp back. “I’m going to cum so hard on your cunt.”

She whimpers in pleasure in return. My words seem to have an acute impact on her. I like that.

“Touch yourself,” I demand and she immediately slides an arm underneath her and begins teasing her clit. Her moans as she works herself back up to a climax are so hot and I can’t help but fuck her faster and harder.

My fingers are going to leave bruises on the hinges of her hips that I’ll be turned on by in the morning. I lift and hold her, grinding us together as the pressure builds in my lower tummy. I’m going to explode, I haven’t been this turned on in ages, maybe ever. My clit is rock hard and every nerve ending sparks at the contact with Francesca’s soaking wet pussy.

“I’m going to come again, baby,” she moans underneath me.Oh, I like her calling me that.

“I’m nearly there too, beautiful. Oh fuck!” I become frenzied as my body climaxes, thrashing against her and lifting her off the bed like a rag doll.

She cums, calling out my name again and then it’s my turn. “Ah! Fuck! Francesca!” I grind out through clenched teeth, dropping her hips and falling half on top of her.

My heart is going a million miles an hour, beating against Francesca’s back. I kiss her shoulder and begin softly stroking her back and hips. She sighs and makes little noises of pleasure.

I can’t believe this is happening. I was attracted to her before - crazy attracted - but now I’m bloody wild for her. It is like she was made for me. Her eagerness to please and her pliable submissiveness are the ideal mates for my need to dominate and control in bed.

My breathing and heart rate slow down and I’m already thinking of all the other ways we can fuck. Teaching her all the ways women can have sex would be my absolute pleasure.

She rolls over so we are lying on our sides facing each other. Her eyes are sex drunk and she looks devastatingly good post-orgasm. Practically glowing.

“Was that good for you?” she asks hopefully.

“Seriously?” I grab her chin and make her look at me. “It was incredible, my darling. You are incredible.”

A big grin splits across her face and pulls at my heart. “Good because it blew my mind,” she giggles. “I’m kinda speechless.”

We fall into a slow, deliciously sloppy kiss before I prop myself up on my elbow and give her a wicked smile. “You don’t think that’s it, do you? That was just the warm-up, baby!”

Her eyes go wide as I kiss a path down her body, stopping to pay attention to each of her nipples. I tease and torture her with kisses all over her body before I finally take the swollen bundle of nerves between her legs into my mouth and give her the best head of her life.

I wake with a start before dawn to the distressed mumblings of sleeping Francesca in the throes of a nightmare. There is no making sense of what she is saying, but the tears that splash down her cheeks indicate the dream is not a nice one.

“Wake up, Francesca,” I say softly, gently rubbing her arm to wake her. “It’s just a bad dream.”

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