“You too,” Gianni replied, thrusting up into me and dragging another loud moan out of me. “It’s the best inside you.”
The best? Was I really the best?
Gianni forced the thoughts from my mind as he turned his speed into something mind-numbing. The sound of his skin smacking against mine intermingled with my whines and his groans and created a lewd soundtrack that would partner my dreams for years to come.
How was it possible to feel that good?
With the same strength he’d shown up to that point, Gianni carried me over to the bed and guided me down onto it, remaining fastened inside of me the entire time. He pulled one of my legs up over his shoulders and ground further into me, going well past the point anyone had been before. My center contracted, and a jolt of electricity ran from where we were connected up to my chest and then spider-shocked its way throughout my body. It was such a powerful orgasm that I became convinced I’d never had a real one before. My eyes blurred with tears and my ears temporarily lost sound. All I had was the feeling of Gianni pressed against me, smashing into me, and the pleasure it was giving me.
“F-fuck,” he howled. “Don’t cum so suddenly. I can’t handle it.”
Random shockwaves of pleasure skittered across my body, causing me to shake. The hand of Gianni’s that wasn’t wrapped around my leg grabbed my breast and squeezed. When I opened my mouth to moan, no sound came out. There was no longer any connection between my brain and anything other than my lower half.
I only lasted a few more thrusts before it happened again. Like a heated lake of lava splashing over me, my whole body tingled and I clasped my eyes shut. It was borderline overwhelming.
Gianni growled, dropped my leg, and laid himself flat against me. His lips smashed to mine, his tongue snaking out and curling between my lips. I hummed as they tossed along each other and Gianni humped into me faster and faster and faster. I strangled my arms around his neck and my legs around his back.
“Wait, Phill… ” but he didn’t get the phrase out. I had him locked in place, and he let out a series of moans followed by the feeling of a warmth filling me up. I tossed my head back as Gianni released into me, reveling in the feeling of it overflowing and dripping out. “Shit,” Gianni hissed. He fell flat against me, and then slowly started to laugh. “You demon. You locked me in.”
“I didn’t mean to,” I replied breathlessly.
He slid his lips across my cheek and down my neck and I couldn’t stop tears from spilling from my eyes. I pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.
Gianni and I had just been together for the first time.
When I was finally able to unlatch, Gianni climbed off of me and went into the bathroom, returning a few moments later with a warm cloth. Even the way he cleaned me, trying to get as much of his remains out of me as possible, felt good. “We’re hoping for the best I guess. I’ll make sure to get some condoms.”
I sat up a little as he walked back into the bathroom. “We… we get to do it again?”
Gianni came back with a concerned look on his face. “You don’t want to?”
“I do!” I yelped a little too eagerly and then felt like an idiot. I threw myself back against the bed and pulled a pillow over my face. “È stato noioso.”
“Not lame.” His weight settled on the bed next to me and the pillow was dragged away from my face. “Cute.”
He slid backward, using an arm to effortlessly drag me with him, and we shifted until we were under the covers. I rested my head on his chest and let my fingers dance across his abs. I’d seen his torso bare before having helped bandage him after his father’s torture sessions in the past, but his scars were no longer fresh.
Apart from the wound in the left, lower side of his stomach. I touched it gently, still curious about it and why he wouldn’t tell me, but before I could ask, he lifted my hand from that spot and kissed my palm. It was his silent, sweet way of asking me not to inquire again, so I wouldn’t. Whatever it was, I assumed he’d tell me when he was ready.
“Philippa,” he asked. “What do you want to do with your life?”
I furrowed my brow. “What do you mean?”
“If you didn’t have to be here, what would you do?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” I said. “I’d write.”
“Of course,” Gianni said. “It’d be a good profession for you. You’re good at it.”
“You are too.” I looked up at his face, but his eyes were closed. My hand looked like a doll’s held in his. “What would you do?”
“Who knows,” he responded, and it sounded almost sad. “I don’t think of a life much beyond this house.”
I returned my head to rest on Gianni’s pec and let my eyes drift closed as well. “That makes two of us.”
The next thing I knew, I was waking up to the bright light of the morning sun. The space beneath me was comfortable, but not as warm, and I opened my eyes to see Gianni was gone. If it was late enough in the morning that he was down at breakfast, Alegna was probably awake and looking for me. I sat up, unhappy that I had to immediately spring into action, but then I heard the quiet shift of a piece of paper. Near where Gianni had been laying the night before was a piece of paper with my name scrawled on the back of it. I lifted it and flipped it open and smiled at Gianni’s handwriting.
My Philippa,
