If he was pleased, then so was I.
"Lay back, beautiful. Let me see all of you clearly."
I slowly guided down to my back. Part of me wanted to cover myself, I felt so exposed, but the look of thrill in his eyes mixed into the fact that I could clearly see his erection trying to break free of his pants, kept me firmly in place. He walked up to the edge of the bed and knelt on it, his one leg between mine. One of his hands landed next to my head and supported him so he could hover over me while his other hand dropped to my leg, just below my knee. His fingertips slowly caressed upwards, over my thigh, and up my stomach. It was like he was dragging a branding iron over my skin for how hot his touch felt, but I didn’t fear it.
I wanted more.
His mouth was held slightly open, and his eyes were dancing up and down my form. It seemed to me like he was even more excited than I was. His dark irises were large, and he was letting out the sexiest huffs as he let his hand drift across my skin.
Did he want this as much as I did?
Finally, his hand came to a stop right at the hem of my panties. His fingers were skating close to the edge of the fabric, moving teasingly back and forth as if they wanted to forge ahead, but weren’t allowed to for some reason. I wriggled and writhed, almost trying to force his hand down, but he just shook his head at me.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” I was growing to love that sound. “If you want something, Avion. You should ask nicely.”
“Please,” I whimpered, then remembered the rules. “Please, Giovanni. Touch my pussy. I have to have your hands on me.”
A smile slicked across his face. “You really are going to be perfect.”
I wasn’t sure what he meant, but it didn’t matter because the reward for my request was his hand slipping down, under my panties, and down between my legs. My entire body was buzzing, but I was laser-focused on my core. The feeling of his fingers crawling closer and closer to that which I needed him to touchsobadly. He knew how to raise anticipation. His digits parted and slid around my clit, not yet giving me my much-needed relief, but when they got down past my hole, his hand cupped over me fully and I let out a moan.
“You couldn’t do it yourself?” he asked. He was massaging the whole of me back and forth gently, and for some reason, justthatwas enough to have my temperature rising through the roof. I was bubbling out tiny moans one after the other until Gio said, “Answer me.”
“No, Gio,” I managed to whimper out. “I couldn’t do it myself.”
“Why not?” he asked.
“It has to be you,” I replied. “I needed you to touch me.”
That must have been a satisfactory answer because he ducked his head down towards me and pressed his lips against my neck. I felt his tongue slick out and slide along my skin before he bit down—hard. At the same time that his teeth sunk into my skin, he dipped a finger into my entrance, and the pain of his bite blended with the pleasure of him finally pushing in and I was unclear if the screech I let out was in agony or relief.
Not unlike a master craftsman, Gio’s fingers moved with practiced precision. While his middle finger crooked up inside of me, somehow finding a spot immediately that had my legs shaking, his thumb came up to massage the sensitive pocket of nerves at my crest. My eyes started to water with how good it felt. It was just one hand, he wasn’t even undressed, but it felt more exciting than any sex I’d ever had in the past.
In reaction to how good it felt, I pulled my arms up and started to wrap them around Gio’s back, and it brought everything to a halt. He stopped moving his hand, stopped kissing my neck.
Everything froze.
He lifted his head and looked down at me, a curious gaze on his face. “That’s right, I didn’t do anything with your hands.”
“Should I not do this, Gio?” I asked.
He studied me for a moment and then looked up, I wasn’t sure what his eyes landed on, but then he moved aggressively. His hand that was fastened to me below pulled out briefly to cup under one of my legs, and with ease, he lifted me enough to move me backward. My stomach lurched at the sudden movement, but I didn’t complain, because I was willing to do whatever I had to for Gio to put his hands on me again.
“Reach behind yourself and grab the post of the bed,” he commanded. I turned my head back enough to see my target and then did as I was told, reaching backward and locking my hands around the bedpost. My reward for listening was his hand returning to cup me down below. He lowered his head near my ear and whispered, “Don’t let go, or I’ll stop.”
“Okay,” I said.
“Okay?”
I swallowed, already losing myself with the feeling of his finger swirling around my entrance. “Okay, Gio. I won’t let go.”
“Good girl,” he replied, then he bit down on the lobe of my ear, and again at the same time dipped his fingers back into me, this time two, and his thumb went back to massaging.
At first, I believed hanging onto the bedpost would be an easy job, but as Gio continued to work, he got more forceful. He picked up the pace and it felt so good that my impulse was to let go. I wanted to touch him, or squeeze the sheets around me, or doanything, but I didn’t want him to stop, and even though my eyes were watering, and my entire body was shaking, I hung onto the bedpost.
“Now this rule is important, Avion,” Gio said and my name on his lips was heavenly. “You absolutely cannot come without asking me, do you understand. If you do, we’re done here.”
Was it typically something a person could control? “Yes, Gio.”
