Squirming with anticipation, I writhe beneath his touch, goosebumps rising in the wake of his soft lips and rough stubble.
It’s the perfect combination of pleasure and pain, and I can feel my anticipation starting to build, climbing to that ledge I might topple off of.
Gio’s fingers curl around the waistband of my panties, his eyes flicking up to my face—as if checking to see if I’m going to stop him—before he starts to drag them down my hips and thighs.
Air hisses through his teeth as I lay bare before him, my legs spread so he can see all of me in intimate detail.
“You’re so beautiful,” he groans, running his fingers between my breasts and down the length of my body.
I gasp as he brushes lightly across my clit, and his eyes darken with excitement.
“Your turn,” I say, sitting up as I reach for the buttons of his dress shirt.
He doesn’t argue as his hands go to his belt, working with me to remove his clothes. Then he hesitates.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, my hands pausing as a look of stress flits across his face.
“I… didn’t expect…” He swallows hard, his gaze agonized as it meets mine. “I don’t have a condom with me.”
In truth, I hadn’t even thought that far ahead.
In my dreams, I usually wake before it gets that far, and warmth floods my cheeks as I realize how reckless I must seem.
But the thought of stopping now just might kill me. “Can you… pull out?” I suggest.
The look Gio gives me is molten, and my core clenches when, instead of answering, he cradles the back of my head and brings our lips together with burning intensity.
I’ll take that as a yes.
Thighs slick with anticipation, I return to unbuttoning his shirt, sharing the same oxygen with him as we breathe together, our lips never separating for more than a moment.
Giddy exhilaration comes to life in my stomach when I hear the heavy thud of his belt and pants hitting the floor.
Then he’s leaning into me, pressing me back onto the bed as his hips settle between my thighs.
I’ve never been this reckless about sex. In fact, it’s been so long since I’ve had it, I don’t even know when the last time was.
But with Gio, I just can’t seem to help myself.
My attraction to him eclipses my common sense, and all I know is that I want this with a burning passion.
My heart flutters nervously as I feel the silky steel of his swollen tip sliding between my folds, and clench deliciously as he releases a carnal groan.
“God, you’re so wet for me,” he growls, aligning himself with my throbbing entrance.
Then he presses inside me, each slow, glorious inch stretching me, filling me until stars explode behind my eyes.
15
GIO
Stephanie is sodamntight.
It feels like I’m taking her virginity all over again, and that makes it nearly impossible to go slowly.
She clearly hasn’t had sex for a long time, and the realization awakens a possessive kind of satisfaction inside me that’s near feral in its intensity.
That combined with just how wet she is for me, her pussy hot and eager as she ripples around my bare cock, is almost enough to send me over the edge.
