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Vincenzo (39 years)
Her chest rose and fell in gentle waves. Dark curls draped my arm and the white pillow like a curtain of silk. Thick, black eyelashes kissed her ivory cheeks in stark contrast yet beautiful to watch. Perfect pink lips parted slightly sang soft breaths of deep sleep. One hand ending in shimmering red fingernails rested on my bare stomach the other under her cheek.
I never thought watching someone sleep would be this fascinating, this serene. Over the first two weeks, Gianna had drifted in and out of consciousness. Then the last two weeks she’d woken several times to move around, and I stayed hidden during those times. She was on a mild sedative to rest and let her wound heal, so even when she woke, she was drowsy and not fully cognizant of her surroundings. Rosana also seemed to have the desired effect on her, keeping her calm.
She’d been sleeping in the medical room following the doctor’s orders not to move her until this week. Then two nights ago, when he removed the arm brace and placed a simple dressing on the wound, I carried her to my room and slept next to her. Usually, she slept with minimal movement. Tonight, though she’d moved closer, curled into my body moving her head onto my arm, waking me.
Now as I watched her, I moved my hand to cover hers and rubbed one finger lightly over her soft skin. Sighing in her sleep, she tilted her upward and I don’t know why I did it, just that I had to. I leaned closer and kissed her. Letting my lips touch hers in a gentle kiss. She moaned softly, her fingers pressing into my stomach as though she acknowledged the kiss. I couldn’t resist and stole another. This time, she opened her mouth wider as though inviting me to enter, her fingers twitching against my skin.
And fuck I wanted to. Some part of me told me to hang back, to wait when she was fully awake. The other part, the impatient man in love said go for it. And I did. Angling my head slightly, I kissed her once more. Sliding my tongue into her open mouth and tasting the sweetness of the honey tea Rosana had given her before she’d retired. I waited for Gianna to open her eyes, to pull back, she didn’t. Knowing she’d probably kill me again if she woke to find me kissing her, it didn’t stop me. Lifting slightly, I rolled her onto her back and slipped between her legs, all the while seducing her mouth.
Her moans grew louder, encouraging me to continue. My hands resting on my elbows on either side of her so as not to crush her body with my weight, I slid my tongue deeper into her mouth, rocking my hips gently between her spread thighs. My cock hardened steel, desperate to be free of my sweatpants and sliding into her slick pussy. But I couldn’t do that yet, not until she was awake and conscious it was me kissing her.
When her hands lifted and slid into her hair, I stiffened but she was kissing me back, her groans fusing with mine, I resumed kissing her. Giving no thought to my actions, I slipped a hand down between our bodies, inched up her silk nightie, and slid my hand into her panty. Fuck. She was wet. Sliding a finger inside, her muscles clamped around it and her legs widened. I was tempted to stop and wake her but then she slid her tongue inside my mouth and lifted her hips as if begging for more. I added another finger and slowly pumped. Her soft whimpers went straight to my balls, and it took every ounce of control I possessed to not stop and fuck her instead.
Breaking the kiss, I dragged my lips away from her mouth, kissing her chin, her neck, gently biting and sucking while increasing the speed of my fingers. The gentle sucking noises of her wet pussy, the only sound in the room. I lowered my head to tease her taut nipple through the material of her nightie. She arched up, pushing her breast into my mouth. Biting down on her bud, I sucked harder, wetting the material. She cried out, fisting my hair. Her hips lifting, she began riding my fingers. I could feel the throb of heated pussy, she was chasing her orgasm and I gave her what she wanted. Moving my thumb over her clit, I pressed down and rolled it around the swollen bundle of nerves at the same time fucking her harder with my fingers. That took her over the edge.
She cried out, her drenched pussy spasming around my fingers as she came hard. I kept pumping until her body shuddered under me and I caught her soft moans in another deep kiss. When I pulled out of her and tried to move off her, she kept me in place with her arms around my neck, pushing her tongue into my mouth.
The kiss turned wilder, hungrier and I was a second away from sliding my cock into her pussy but I held back until she broke the kiss and her eyes opened to look at me. I stiffened expecting her to push me away. Instead, she smiled and said, “fuck me, Vincenzo.”
Every fucking inch of me tightened with shock as we continued to stare at each other. The husky sound of my name on her lips, she’d only ever called me once before, turned me inside out, It was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard. Afraid to sever that indescribable connection between us, I didn’t move. Once again, I was mesmerized by the hold this woman had on me.
Then she began rocking her hips in invitation. My cock begged for release. Wordlessly, I lifted off her, and with one hand supporting my body, I pushed down my sweats with the other. In a quick tug, I snapped the lacy panty, and palming my cock, I rolled the head through her slit, my precum mixing with her arousal.
She let out a loud moan and widened her legs giving me easier access. Sliding the head over her clit, I watched her eyes roll back in her head before she closed them on a deep whimper. Slowly, I inched my cock into wet heat and when I was fully seated, I began rocking my hips in a gentle motion. On each withdrawal, I groaned. I was in fucking agony because I wanted to fuck hard. But I couldn’t, knowing I’d hurt her. My control was slipping and I held onto it by mere threads.
“Fuck,bella,” I growled when her inner walls clamped around my cock. Buried inside her cunt was better than I’d imagined. Fifteen fucking painful months without pussy, without her sweet fucking cunt and my orgasm taunted my hold.
Taking a moment to breathe, I leaned forward and using my hands to support my body on either side of hers, I reared back, pulled out, so just the tip of my cock remained inside her and sank deep. She cried out telling me she was right there with me, at the precipice. while I pistoned in and out of her. I fucked her relentlessly, my cock claiming her, driving deep and pounding hard.
Her walls tightening around my cock, gripping me with slickness had me catapulting the second her climax broke through the barriers holding us in place. I felt the pressure building inside me, shooting down my spine. My balls tightened, and my orgasm ripped through my entire body, dropping me over a cliff so fucking high, I feared I wouldn’t survive the fall.
When I came down from my high, she was still shuddering under me. I slid out of her and groaned, my body burning with the aftereffect. Staring at her swollen pussy creamed with my cum, I felt this carnal sense of ownership. Fuck, I groaned with the need to be inside her again, to fuck her until my name spilled from her lips over and over. She rolled to her side with a sigh, reminding me she hadn’t fully awakened, and I might still be trespassing. Climbing off the bed, I headed for the bathroom and returned with a washcloth. With gentle touches so as not to wake her, I cleaned her, slid on a clean panty, and settled down next to her, yet unable to sleep as I wondered what morning would bring.
