"You can," he says, and when he slides two fingers inside me, I scream. He curves them, finding that spot, the one that makes me see stars.
He works me with his fingers and tongue, a relentless, delicious assault on my senses, until I'm a writhing, whimpering mess, my hips rocking back against him, my body begging for release.
My knees give out, and he easily catches, turning to lay me on the blanket.
But he's not done yet. He shoves my knees apart, exposing me to the night sky, to him, before he sucks my clit into his hot, wet mouth.
I buck against him, my hands fisting in the blanket, my back arching off the ground as pleasure, sharp and intense, arcs through me.
"Gio," I sob, my body trembling uncontrollably. "I'm going to—"
A scream rips out of my throat as the orgasm explodes through me, a hot, blinding wave of pleasure that leaves me gasping, my body boneless, my mind a blissful blank.
He doesn't stop, though, doesn't give me a moment to recover. He licks me through the aftershocks, holding my hips down to stop me from escaping when it becomes too much on my sensitive clit.
I’m a panting, sobbing mess, and I’ve never felt more alive.
Pain quickly turns back into pleasure, a slow, steady build that’s somehow more intense than the first.
I am so close to another peak. My body is so sensitive, every flick of his tongue, every scrape of his teeth sending jolts of electricity through me.
The breeze caresses my hot, sensitive skin, and I arch my breasts into the sky, wanting more.
He shoves three fingers inside me, and that’s all it takes. The second orgasm crashes through me, more intense than the first, and I scream, my body arching, my vision blurring.
I'm not sure how long I lie there, a boneless, quivering mess, before I feel him shift, the rough fabric of his jeans against my inner thighs.
Chapter Thirty Two
Giovanni
She’s a masterpiece against the dark wool of the blanket. Her hair is a wild spill, her lips parted, her chest still heaving. Moonlight catches the sweat on her throat, the sheen on her breasts. I could paint this. I could frame this moment and live inside it.
I undo my button, my zipper, and my cock springs free, hard and aching. I stroke myself once, then twice, my gaze locked on her.
Her eyes flutter open, heavy-lidded and dazed. They find me, and a slow, sleepy smile spreads across her face.
“More?” she whispers, her voice hoarse from screaming into the night sky, across the fields.
"More," I say, and strip my shirt off. "All of it. Everything." I toss it aside, the cool night air raising goosebumps on my arms.
She makes a small sound, a needy, desperate sound, and I know she wants it as much as I do.
I kick my jeans and boxers away, and then I’m over her, my body blanketing hers, my cock pressed against her wet heat. The contact sends a jolt through me, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from burying myself inside her right then and there.
I want to savor this. Savor her.
I kiss her, a deep, claiming kiss that tastes of wine and strawberries and her. She kisses me back with a desperate, hungry need that sets my blood on fire. Her hands are in my hair, on my back, her nails digging into my skin, urging me on.
I break the kiss, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I look down at her, at the raw desire in her eyes, and I know I'm lost.
“Gio,” she whimpers, her hips rocking against me, a silent, desperate plea.
And I can’t wait any longer.
I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock nudging her wet, swollen lips.
“Look at me,” I say, my voice rough with need.
