“God, I want you.” Her name is on the tip of my tongue, and I bite it back just in time as I drag my lips back to hers.
Stephanie doesn’t seem to notice as she nods, lifting her head off the bed to meet my lips in a scintillating kiss.
18
JANE
My attraction to Gio is beyond explanation. It’s just as undeniable as it has been in my dreams— even more so.
When he kisses me—when he touches me—I can’t resist him. I never want it to stop.
He feels so good, so right, his fingers buried inside my core, his lips pressed against mine, and when he says he wants me, it sets my soul on fire.
“Might as well take advantage of the fact that we didn’t use a condom, right?” I joke breathlessly as his fingers slide wetly out of my pussy.
Gio groans, his eyes holding mine as he brings those fingers to his lips, tasting my excitement. My body throbs at the sexual sight, my mouth going dry.
“Are you giving me permission to come inside you again?” he rasps, his voice husky with desire.
My breath catches, my stomach clenching, and I nod.
His lips are on mine again in an instant, his hand releasing mine, giving back my freedom as he shifts to snake one arm beneath my hips.
The breath rushes from me as I feel his swollen tip, hard and pulsing as it presses between my folds.
And with one slow, luxurious thrust, he buries himself inside me.
Electric relief crackles up my spine, my skin tingling and my clit twitching as the fresh pleasure combines with the aftermath of my first climax.
“God, you feelso good,” Gio groans against my lips.
“Mm-hmm,” I whimper, the feel of him stretching me, filling me to my limits wiping every last thought from my mind.
I can’t even remember what brought us to this point, I’m so overwhelmed by the pleasure of his cock inside me.
Each soft, passionate thrust zings out to my fingers and toes, and I clench around his hard length, gripping him as if begging him to stay.
Wrapping my arms around his muscular shoulders, I hold on as he rocks inside me with enough force to make the bed creak.
And as our tongues dance against each other, our lips sealed in a fiery kiss, I’m struck by the feeling that this is exactly where I’m meant to be.
Our bodies fit perfectly, mine responding as if Gio and I were two parts of the same whole finally coming together.
He rolls us, putting me on top, straddling his hips as he sits up, his arms tight and muscular around me as he keeps us inrhythm, and I roll my hips, riding his cock as his hands explore me greedily. I’ve never felt so beautiful or sexy.
“So damn perfect,” he growls, his palm finding my breast and kneading it, his fingers lightly pinching my nipple between them.
I gasp, a jolt of pleasure lancing down my spine to my clit, and before I even know it’s coming, I explode around him, my orgasm tearing through me like a tsunami.
Air hisses between Gio’s teeth, his hands shifting to my hips to continue the relentless friction as I pulse around his cock.
My walls clench as my limbs turn to noodles, and I pant with each deep, punishing thrust that makes me want to cry out.
Whatever this is between us borders on desperate, a ravenous kind of hunger that needs to be satiated.
And only when he’s claiming my lips, my body, do I feel utterly and completely myself.
He takes me back to the mattress, my head falling softly against my pillow as he settles on top of me.
