I’ve had a lot of things in my life. Money, power, a name that opens doors. But I’ve never had this. This feeling of coming home. Of rightness. Of belonging to someone.
She shifts, a little restless.
“You getting cold?” I ask.
She nods against my shoulder.
“Come on. Let’s go inside."
I help her out, wrapping her in a thick, fluffy robe I grabbed from the bathroom earlier. I grab one for myself, but I can’t stop looking at her. Her cheeks are pink from the heat, her lips swollen from my kisses. She looks thoroughly, beautifully fucked.
She catches me looking and blushes, pulling the robe tighter around herself. It’s the sweetest thing.
I take her hand and lead her back into the bedroom. The air inside is warm. I close the glass doors, sealing us in this perfect little bubble.
She hesitates by the bed, looking uncertain.
“Gio,” she starts, her voice small.
I pull her into my arms and kiss her hungrily. She can’t run, not tonight. I won’t let her.
She’s trembling, but she meets my tongue stroke for stroke.
I pick her up, and her small gasp is muffled against my mouth. She weighs nothing. I carry her the few steps to the bathroom and set her down gently on the plush bathmat, turning on the water in the enormous walk-in shower.
Steam billows, clouding the glass. I tug at the belt on her robe, letting it fall open. She stands there for a second, naked and vulnerable, and my chest goes tight with an emotion I’m not ready to name.
She lets me undress her completely. I take my own robe off, then guide her under the hot spray.
I wash her hair, my fingers massaging her scalp. She leans into me, her body pliant, trusting. I soap her body, my hands learning every curve, every dip, every freckle. The water sluices over us, washing away the day, the fear, everything but this.
When I’m done, she takes the soap from me. Her touch is gentle, reverent. She washes my chest, my arms, my back. She kneels to wash my legs, and the sight of her there, on her knees for me,looking up at me with those wide, trusting eyes, almost brings me to my knees.
The look in her eyes is hot and heavy as her eyes drop to my cock, standing at attention in front of her. She licks her lips, and I know what she wants. I know what she’s about to do, and I’m powerless to stop her.
She leans in, and the hot water of the spray mixes with the wet heat of her mouth as she takes me in.
Her tongue is a velvet torture, swirling and licking. I lean back against the cool tile, bracing myself with a hand on the wall above her head. My other hand tangles in her wet hair.
She takes me deeper, her lips stretched around me, her cheeks hollowed. I watch my length disappear into her mouth, and the sight is so fucking erotic it makes my balls tighten.
I tighten my grip on her hair, and she gasps against the sensitive skin of my dick before moaning and pulling me in deeper.
She’s not shy. She’s not hesitant. She’s taking what she wants, and what she wants is me.
It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen, watching Bianca finally let loose. She takes me deeper, her throat working to accommodate my size. Tears prick her eyes, but she doesn't pull back. She doubles down, taking everything I have to give her until I'm hitting the back of her throat.
"That's it, mia," I say huskily, guiding her movements with my hand. "Take it all." Her eyes flick up to mine, wide and trusting and filled with so much desire it makes my heart ache.
Her only answer is a hum of pleasure that vibrates down my shaft. I’m so close. The heat is building at the base of my spine. My hips are moving of their own accord, fucking her face in shallow thrusts.
She can feel it. I know she can. She starts to move faster, her head bobbing, her hand stroking what she can’t fit in her mouth.
I need her to slow down for a minute. I want to make this last as long as possible, for me and for her. I curl my fingers into her hair to hold her still and pull out of her. She tries to follow with her mouth, but my hand stops her. Her eyes open, and they’re hazy with pleasure, her lips swollen.
Her whimper of confusion and protest is a little hoarse.
I reach down with my other hand and grab hold of my shaft while she watches, mesmerized, pouting.
