Why the hell did he even bring lube to Spain? I have no idea. But I’m so glad he did. Because now his fingers are slick and I can’t stop staring.
It’s stupid. It shouldn’t turn me on this much. But it does. It makes my dick even more hard than it already is. I’m twitching. Literally. And he notices.
His eyes flick up with that look that saysyeah, I saw that.
Well. At least now he knows I want this. No room for second guesses. My whole body’s basically screaming it. And he hasn’t even touched me yet.
"You tell me to stop, I stop. Understand?"
I nod. Way too fast. He smirks but doesn’t tease me this time. He kisses me right as the first finger slides in.
I kiss him back automatically, trying to distract myself from the stretch. But then I smile against his mouth.
I don’t even know why. It’s not funny. Gio kisses my cheek, my neck.
"Breathe, Rava. Just breathe. I’m not going to do anything you don’t want."
I nod, holding his shoulder, grounding myself. "I want this."
"You’re sure?"
"Yes."
His finger slides back in. I gasp. My lips part on instinct, and a soft moan slips out before I can catch it. He hums against my mouth.
"I can feel you loosening up," he murmurs. "You’re taking it good."
Another finger. He kisses me again. He’s pushing in, curling.
Again. And again. And again.
My eyes snap open. My hands fly up and latch around his neck. I press my face into his skin to muffle the sound that almost breaks out of me.
He finds the spot. Fuck. Heknowshe finds it. And he doesn’t let up.
His breath hits my ear, "There you go."
I squeeze my eyes shut. Not because it hurts. Because fuck, it’s starting to feel good.
"That’s it," he whispers. "You’re doing so good."
I moan again. I don’t even try to stop it. "Holy shit," I breathe.
"That feels…"
He waits.
"…weird. But good."
He grins. He kisses my chest. My stomach.
And keeps moving. "You feel so good," he murmurs.
"Gio…"
"Hm?"
I stare up at the ceiling, trying to find air.
