Chapter twenty-five
Ginni
I’m so relaxed, I could fall asleep. Carlo’s body heat is seeping into me. His muscles are firm against my back. The film is flowing along with its familiarity. I’ve seen it so many times I could recite it in my sleep.
But most of all, the thing that is filling me with profound joy, is the sheer miracle of not being alone. I have company. I’m being held.
The touch of another living being is a holy experience. Spiritual in its intensity. I never want to go without it again. And now I have Carlo, I don’t have to. He won’t let me. He really is the best man in the world.
Right now, he is engrossed in the film. His body is at ease, but there is an undercurrent of sharp focus. He is enjoying himself and I’m so proud of that. The mafia world that I was born into, and that he clawed his way to the top of, is rife with toxic masculinity. He has probably never seen a romance filmbefore. He wouldn’t have allowed himself to. It’s another new experience I am gifting him with.
Idly, his hand runs over my chest. The chains are still long from our perfect dinner, allowing him nearly an unhindered range of movement. He can’t leave the bed, but he can do pretty much anything else that he wants to do.
It’s an absentminded caress. The movie has carried his mind far away, leaving his body behind. His body that clearly wishes to touch me. His instincts are not hampered by denial or ingrained, mistaken beliefs. His body knows the truth.
Carlo’s large, strong hand glides over the silk of my robe. The thin material does nothing to conceal his touch, instead it enhances it. Adding a liquid smoothness to his heat and strength.
I can ignore the clank of the chains. I can disregard the weight of them sliding over my chest as they follow the trail Carlo is scorching into me. His touch is wonderful enough to banish everything else to the far corners of my mind.
His palm brushes over my nipple. I shiver and gasp. Electricity shooting all over me.
Carlo’s hand freezes right over my sternum. Stopping motionless and still. His attention snaps away from the romance playing out on the wall.
Damnit. I was hoping he wouldn’t realize what he was doing. At least, not for a while. I was looking forward to savoring this for a bit longer.
I wish I had been capable of keeping still and silent, but his touch is incredible. I’m powerless to resist the magic he wields.
“Do you like that?” Carlo says, his voice thick.
Wordlessly, I nod.
He inhales sharply. Silently, but I’m leaning on his chest, so I feel it. It rocks my entire body. Lifts me up and down. I’m a little boat caught on the waves of his sea.
“Are they… sensitive like a girl’s? Mine aren’t.”
His cautious question swells my heart. My love has so much to learn.
Gently, I place my fingers just below his cuffs. I slide my robe open with my other hand, and move his hand to my nipple. “Why don’t you find out?”
His breath stutters. Time holds her breath in empathy. And then… then, Carlo moves. His thumb rolls my peaked bud.
I moan and fight to stay still. Very still. I can’t break this spell. Carlo is choosing to touch me of his own free will. It’s a big step. A brave one for a man as closeted as he is.
He takes my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He pinches gently. Exploring. Experimenting. Learning and discovering.
My body undulates helplessly. My nipples are little buttons of pleasure, and Carlo is turning them on.
“Your nipples are the exact same shade of pink as your hole,” he whispers in a tone of awe.
I’m not sure he intended to say that out loud, but I’m so glad he did. It’s a gift to treasure forever. Proof he is no longer fighting his attraction to me quite as hard as he used to.
It’s also interesting information. I never knew that before. I’ve never really examined my hole. The most I’ve looked is to check if the hair removal cream has done its job. It never crossed my mind to note its color, let alone compare it to my nipples.
Now Carlo has done all that for me. Now I know I match, and that is very pleasing. It’s cute and attractive, and my husband finds it sexy. It’s the best news ever.
His hand flicks and tugs. I whimper and gasp. My head falls back and my eyes flutter closed. His free hand moves and claims my neglected nipple. Now he is working both of them. Two little buzzers of pleasure lighting me up.
My cock is swelling and swelling. I’m wriggling. My hips are writhing.
