“Fuck,” she swears as she comes, leaning forward for more pressure around her neck.
I keep rubbing her until her spasms slow. Once I know she’s finished, I flip her on my lap to face me, my shorts getting wet in the process. Tessa shifts to straddle just one of my thighs so I can unzip my fly and release my cock. I thrust into my hand once, twice. She licks her palm and replaces my hand with hers as she starts pumping me up and down. She maintains a steady pace and varies the pressure, which drives me absolutely crazy.
She moans. “God, it’s so hot to watch you get off like this. I love your cock.”
“Lean back,” I strain out. “I want to see all of you when I come.”
Tessa pulls away, resting one hand behind on my knee, working my cock over, while I drink in the way her nightgown bunches around her hips, leaving her almost completely naked.
This image will play on repeat in my brain for the rest of my life, and one second of staring at her is all it takes for me to come with a loud groan, painting her stomach with my release.
“Gio,” Tessa breathes, and I collapse into the bed, tugging her down next to me on her back. She lifts her hand and I notice her pinky has a bead of cum dripping down it. Tessa’s eyes lock on mine as she licks up the side of her finger, lapping up my cum in the process.
My jaw remains slightly ajar. “I have no words.”
I pick up the extra fabric I set on my nightstand and reach down to wipe Tessa’s stomach, marveling at how her skin looks when she’s covered in me.
When I’m done, I turn us on our side, her back to my front. I idly twirl her hair around my fingers and pepper her neck with light kisses.
“You’re a good teacher,” she teases playfully, in between heavy breaths.
I stroke her back, and she turns her head to give me a soft kiss on the lips.
“I love how affectionate you are,” I praise.
She blushes. “When I’m with you like this, I feel so connected. It’s insane.”
But it isn’t insane for me.
For the first time in my life, I feel completely grounded. In reality. With her.
Chapter 33
Tessa
Iwill only replay the hottest moment of my life in my head two more times. Maybe just the hand necklace part. And the way he came on my stomach, and then wiped me clean. Then I’ll be done. For real, this time.
I shake my head, no better than the average man. At least I’m keeping my thoughts on the inside. The alternative is dragging Gio back in here and begging for round two, and I can’t afford to lose any more packing time.
“Tessa! Do you need help with your bags?”The sound of Maria’s voice jolts me back into reality.
“Thank you so much, but no need, Maria! I’m just packing a few final things. I’ll be out in one moment,” I call, carefully placing the sewing kit in my suitcase before zipping it and grabbing my phone.
I hear Maria and Roberto chatting in Italian as I roll my suitcase down the tile hallway to the kitchen. Breathing in the sweet scent of sugar and toasted bread before sitting down at the table, I almost drool when I see it covered in pastries and fruit.I’m nearly positive Gio’s still outside. He went to trim one of the tall shrubs—yet another act of service for the ones he loves.
When Maria and Roberto turn toward me, Maria’s eyes have a sheen to them. My emotions are already teetering on the edge. I’m going to miss them so much.
Maria speaks first. “Tessa, I know we don’t have much time. But I—well,we—just wanted to say grazie.”
I shake my head. “Thank me? Thankyou. This has been the most amazing trip of my life. Minus the bike ride.”
Maria smirks, and Roberto chuckles.
“Since we’re family now, let me just say, that wasnotone of your better ideas. It felt like hazing,” I tease, trying to lighten the mood.
Maria smiles, radiating warmth. “You and Gio…”
She glances at Roberto, and he nods. His blue eyes find mine, and I admire the creases at the corners, trying to memorize the fatherly love on his face for a tough day when I might need to recall it.
