I nod. "I don't wanna stop."
"That's not what I asked."
I swallow. But he doesn't move yet. "I need to hear you say it," he whispers. "I need to know you want this."
"I want this and you, Gio. I'm sure."
He exhales. It sounds like relief.
"Good," he murmurs. "Because I've been losing my mind wanting you."
He kisses me.
It starts soft, with our mouths brushing, breathing into each other. Then his tongue slides against mine. I kiss him back, pulling him closer.
My fingers twist in his hair. His lip ring presses into my lower lip, and I literally shiver. It couldn't be more perfect.
"Fuck, Rava," he murmurs into my mouth. "Keep making these sounds. I need them." He trails kisses down my jaw, my throat, my collarbone.
"You're so beautiful, Rava," he breathes. "You have no idea what you do to me." He smiles. "But that's okay. I'll show you."
His mouth maps me. It's everywhere. My chest, my stomach, my ribs, all kissed, tasted, worshipped. My whole body feels like it's waiting.
He moves between my legs slowly, spreads them even slower. "We'll take our time… I want you relaxed, okay? No pressure."
I nod, trying not to moan just from the sound of his voice. I thought the second I said I want to have sex with him he would flip me, pin me down, do that thing where he forgets the world exists.
"Why are you being so careful all of a sudden? How come you're not attacking me?" I ask.
He answers me with a kiss first. Right on the inside of my thigh. "The more I want something," he murmurs against me, "the gentler it makes me." He lets his mouth hover there. "I want it so bad it slows me down instead of speeding me up."
My shoulders drop without me even realizing. I'm emotional and horny in the same breath. Which is honestly his fault.
His hand slides between my thighs, spreading lube. "You still good?" he asks.
"Yes," I whisper. I hide my face with my arm.
I'm not good at this. I'm not good at being seen.
"Look at me," he says.
I do.
He pulls my arm down. "Don't do that."
"What?"
"Don't hide from me." His eyes lock on mine as he presses a finger into me. "There you go," he murmurs. "You're taking me so well already."
He leans down and kisses my thigh.
Adds a second finger. The stretch makes me gasp, but his free hand grips mine instantly, holding me steady. "I've got you," he says. "I'll never hurt you. You hear me?"
I nod. But I keep hearing my father's voice in my head.
What he'd say if he saw this. What he'd do.
"You're thinking again," Gio mutters.
