Gio kneels on the bed with his legs on either side of mine, and I feel his gaze caress my body.
“I love your tits.” He reaches underneath me and takes off my bra with one hand, then slides it down my shoulder and tosses it to the side. “Such pretty, big nipples.”
He lightly pinches one. I whimper softly, closing my eyes.
“Rougher, huh?” he asks, and I open my eyes in anticipation.
He increases the pressure and tugs at my nipple.
“Yes, Gio,” I moan.
“I will never tire of hearing you call me that.” He circles my neck with his other hand and lightly pushes down. Leaning over me, he coaxes my mouth open with his tongue before gently biting on my lower lip. “Can you come from just this, or no?”
Breathing heavily, still relishing the pressure from his hand around my neck, I start to say, “I’ve never…”
“More, then.” He removes his hand from my throat and takes off his shirt. My hands reflexively move to press into his chest, and travel down his stomach as if by their own volition, savoring the feel of him. I’m so overwhelmed by Gio, so attracted to him.
My words tumble out in one big rush. “I love your body.”
Grinning, he gives me a hard kiss before moving down the bed. My panties and dress get pulled down along with him, leaving me naked on top of the covers. He pushes my legs outward and kneels between them, staring at my pussy.
“I really didn’t have time to appreciate this enough in Italy,” he muses, touching the trimmed black hair on top. Reflexively, I close my knees slightly.
“Get out of your head.” He nuzzles the inside of my thigh with his chin. “I don’t know who told you to be uncomfortable over hair, but I’d like to have a few choice words with them. Since I can’t do that, I’ll eat that feeling straight out of you, hm?”
The feeling of my arousal dripping down my thighs is his answer. It’s so freeing, giving myself over like this, knowing he’ll take care of me.
“Up on your elbows, eyes down, I don’t want you to miss anything,” he commands. I watch his tongue flatten against my pussy, licking me with pressure.
“That’s so good,” I moan.
“I want to eat this every day. You’ll let me, right?” He pulls back for my answer, sliding two fingers into me and curling them in the perfect spot.
“Mhm, Gio. Every day.”
Dipping his head, he resumes licking me, moving his tongue up toward my clit, where I crave him most. When he nudges it with his teeth, I suck in a breath.
“I love it when you don’t treat me like I’m fragile,” I breathe.
“I love it when you tell me how you feel, what you want,” he responds, sucking my clit.
“Again,” I reach out to thread my fingers through his hair.
He sucks again, hard, before pulling his fingers out of me and fucking me with his tongue. His free hand takes over on my clit, rubbing small circles.
The friction of his fingers combined with his mouth sets me off, and I come fast and hard. No time to speak, let alone warn him in advance. He laps at me until my legs stop shaking. When he looks up from between my thighs and licks his lips, it’s one of the most erotic sights I’ve ever seen.
“Come here. Now.” I grab at his arms, eager for him to be inside me.
“You did so good for me, Tessa. You came so hard,” he praises, and his words douse me in another bout of lust.
He pulls up on his knees and makes a move to leave the bed. “Condom.”
I squeeze his bicep, stopping him, and slowly shake my head.
He raises an eyebrow. “You don’t want…?”
“Not unless you do. I’m on the pill, and I got tested after my last partner.”
