“I’ve never gone without one before. You sure?”
Knowing that I’ll be his first time without a condom makes me feel all the more eager. I want it to be me. “Yeah, I want to really feel you… um, us. I want to feel us.”
He presses a gentle kiss to my lips. “Me too.”
I move to flip over on my knees.
A hand stops me at my waist. “Where are you going?”
I raise an eyebrow. “I just thought you’d want?—”
“I want to see your eyes when I make you come again. And your tits bounce when I move inside you.”
“So you’re a boob guy then?”
“I’m ayouguy. Flat on your back.”
I swallow in anticipation and lower myself on the bed.
Gio picks up one of my legs and rests it on his shoulder before grabbing a pillow and placing it under my hips so they’re tilted upward. Even though I just came, I’m surprised to find my body aching for him already.
He stares at me with more than lust in his eyes. Gio stares at me with intent. Withdesire. Not just for my body, but for me. And I know he sees the same emotions reflected in my own eyes.
I reach down to line him up with me, and my pulse quickens in anticipation.
“You ready, Cara?”
I give a small nod. “Yeah.”
He slowly thrusts into me, giving me an inch of his cock at a time.
Inhaling sharply at his size, a whimper escapes my lips. “Gio, you’re so…”
“Breathe through it. Only a little more,” he encourages.
He reaches down with one of his hands and presses his thumb right above where we’re joined, before pushing the last of his length inside me.
I roll my hips, grinding on him, and he responds by pulling out slowly and thrusting back in. The rhythm of his thrusts is so satisfying, nudging exactly the right spot, over and over again. Winding me up and relaxing me at the same time. Giving myself over to him feels so good.
“I want you to come again,” he commands, pressing harder on my clit. That pre-orgasm spark is back, and a tingly response swells inside me. When he starts rubbing me again, the sensations that course through my body are completely overwhelming in the most emotional way.
Gio’s expression softens at the sight of me. “I know. Let go, Cara.”
“I’m coming,” I warn, and I do, for the second time, my abs twitching, my heart beating rapidly. A tear slips out of my eye.
“Bellissima.” He kisses the tear sliding down my cheek.
His thrusts pick up again, and so does the power behind them. He goes faster and harder, grunting with each movement.
“I’m—right now,” Gio strains out, filling me up with a rush of warmth and shallowly thrusting through his orgasm before giving a final pulse.
He doesn’t collapse on top of me, and he doesn’t pull out. Instead, he shifts his frame on his side and gathers me in his arms so we stay connected. We face each other, my lips level with his forehead. His cock stays warm inside of me, half-soft, as he drops lazy kisses along my collarbone.
As I slowly come down from my high, he scoots down slightly, angling his head toward my breast and gently kissing my skin. I shiver.
“You probably want to get up and?—”
“Let me adore you,” Gio replies, peppering the side of my breast with light kisses. The heat of his body pressed up against mine, coupled with his cock inside me, has me feeling deliciously consumed by him.
