Page 91 of Giovanna

Confused, her eyes flutter open, but she continues to sob.

“It’s okay, darlin’, you’re safe.” I open my arms and she wriggles over, tucking herself in under my chin. She quickly calms down and we remain silent, wrapped around each other in the dark. I’ve picked up that she loves any physical affection, so I lazily stroke her bare back.

A while later, when I assumed she has gone back to sleep, she suddenly speaks. “Giovanna?”

“Yeah?” I croak, pulled from the recent memories I’m indulging in. If only she knew I was reliving every moment of our earlier exploration of each other’s bodies.

“Can we…Do you wanna have sex again?”

I choke on my laughter, not expecting the blunt proposal. I made her come four times before we went to sleep, but clearly, my little darlin’ is insatiable. “If I ever answer that question with ‘no’, please take me out the back and shoot me,” I laugh.

Not needing to be told twice, Francesca nudges me onto my back and climbs on top to straddle me. “That’s cute,” I tease her. “You think you’re going to be in charge, baby?”

“Maybe,” she retorts cheekily. She leans over me, breasts hovering temptingly over my face. I take them in my hands massaging them before I reach my mouth up to suck on one of her nipples. She giggles and I let her push me back down so she can kiss me. We kiss and kiss and I love it. Kissing her is heaven and she is an angel.

“Gio?” She lets my mouth go and sits up.

“Mmmm?” I’m drunk on her kisses. Fuck.

“Can you take charge again now?” She whispers, sounding just a little embarrassed.

That has me cracking up again. I’m usually the most serious, surly bitch but she somehow gets me laughing. It’s not even that she’s a comedian, it’s just her and her quirks. I grab her by the waist and haul her up my body so she is kneeling a leg on either side of my head. With my hands on her bum, I yank her down to sit on my face. “Ride me, baby,” I instruct her and plunge my tongue inside her cunt.

Her cry of pleasure at the sudden sensation hits me like a bolt to my pussy. The needy way she immediately starts dragging her clit against my tongue and mouth is making me ridiculously wet. I look up and she is gripping her breasts, head tossed back, as she drags and thrusts.Goddess. How is this woman simultaneously the purest angel and a sex goddess?

My hands roam wherever they can reach; up her back, over her tummy, down her legs. I want all of her. I start to hum, sending vibrations over her pussy and causing her to cry out my name in surprise.

I don’t take my eyes off her as she rides my mouth, demanding the pleasure I’m only too happy to provide her. “Baaaby,” she whines and I know she’s close. I zero in on her clit and grab her hips so I can control the speed and movement. She screams my name over and over as I draw another orgasm from her. With pleasure.

Before she can collapse, I lift her off me and lay her on her back. Lifting her slender legs, I position myself between them and let her ankles rest on my shoulders. My fingertips dance down the back of her thighs and I kiss the inside of each of her ankles. She sighs, satisfied.

I open the lips of my pussy with my fingers and press myself between Francesca’s legs. I hiss out a harsh breath as our cunts make contact again. My clit is hard and I rub it against her wet folds slowly at first. My hands hold my weight on either side of her head and I push forward to see how flexible her legs are still hooked over my shoulders. Turns out they are pretty fuckin’ flexible and I can get the perfect angle to glide against her.

“This is so good,” she gasps. “I didn’t expect it to be like this.” Her eyes are wide and wild and she is almost delirious.

“You’re so good,” I drop her legs so she can wrap them around my hips and kiss her deeply, still grinding against her.

“I-I think I might come again,” she says, shocked, and I smile against her mouth. Her hips are lifting to meet my grinding thrusts as she seeks out another high.

“My greedy girl,” I growl in her ear and she drags her nails from my bum up my back in response. I’ll have red tiger scratches, I’m sure.

My lower tummy sparks and I tell Francesca I’m going to come. She wraps around me even tighter and whispers in my ear telling me to come for her. When I do, she is just a moment behind me, crying out and then panting into my shoulder.

“Jesus Christ, Francesca. I’m nearly 40. You’re going to kill me,” I tease, rolling off her so I can spoon her.

“You don’t fuck like an old lady,” she quips, wiggling her bum against me.

“How do you know what old ladies fuck like, huh?” I tickle her ribs and she squeals.

“I know that this is the best sex I’ve ever had in my life,” she sounds shy which is adorable. It has been the best of my life too, but I know I shouldn’t make any declarations when in the morning we have to figure out what all of this means for our complicated lives.

Instead, I kiss her neck and tell her to get some sleep.

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Francesca

Before I have even opened my eyes I can’t stop a grin from splitting my face in half. I’m in Giovanna’s bed! I’m in Giovanna’s bed and I’m naked! Is this what it feels like to win a world cup? To finally have the thing you’ve dreamed and obsessed about come true?

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