17. Ginevra
17
GINEVRA
T he moment Dario’s lips meet mine; every thought leaves my mind and my body. The kiss happens so fast that I barely register it happening at first. But seconds later, I feel him everywhere.
Every nerve ending in my body ignites into fire. My stomach flips, my head spins, and when one of his hands comes to circle around my neck, my control snaps, and I’m kissing him back as if my life depends on it.
His mouth moves over mine with such hunger and desperation that it has me clutching his shoulders. Our tongues glide over each other in an erotic dance. He tastes like whiskey, mint, and a hint of cigarettes that leaves me wanting to taste more.
I feel everything he does, the way his tongue flicks out over my lower lip, the hard pressure of his fingers pressing into my scalp, the gentle tugging on the hair at the nape of my neck as he draws me even closer. His free hand roams across my body. He brushes the side of my breasts and glides past my waist until it finds my ass. As he grabs the flesh and squeezes, I make a small sound in my throat.
When his tongue flicks out to lick the seam of my bottom lip, a whimper escapes me. He presses harder against me, pinning me against the edge of the countertop, and I can’t help but groan.
He hisses as I slide my hands down to his chest, my palms flat against the warm skin.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I say in between his drugging kisses.
“Fuck no, we shouldn’t,” Dario breathes as he presses kisses down my neck. “Just like I shouldn’t be this obsessed with you.” He drags his teeth over the sensitive skin on the side of my neck, making me gasp breathlessly. “I shouldn’t crave your body like I crave air.”
I feel his erection digging into my stomach, and it makes me bite my lower lip to stop another moan. When his hands caress my sides and then slip under my dress, I know I have no willpower left to stop us. My panties are already soaked, and my pussy throbs in anticipation.
“You want this too, Princess,” he whispers against my ear as he presses his hips against me. His voice sounds husky and raspy, almost unrecognizable coming from his own mouth. “Don’t you?”
I’m biting my lip so hard that I might draw blood. I close my eyes tightly to stop the sensations coursing through me. But the desire, the wanton need...it’s all too much.
Suddenly, he pulls back, and I almost whine at the loss of contact. Then he leans his forehead against mine, his breathing heavy and uneven. “I asked you a question, Ginny,” he rasps.
I stare into his deep green eyes, and the lust simmering beneath his orbs makes them glow like polished emerald.
When his hand travels further to caress the edge of my panties, my breath hitches.
“Tell me to stop,” he whispers, one finger skirting dangerously close to my drenched core.
My breath leaves my lips in a woosh. “And you stop trying to use reverse psychology on me,” I hiss.
One side of his lips pulls up, and it strikes me how dangerously beautiful he is. He looks like sin, like every woman’s dark fantasy.
When his hand cups my pussy fully, every thought of opposing him vanishes from my mind.
“Fuck, Ginny,” he groans, his second hand digging into my waist as if he’s restraining himself. “Tell me to stop right now.”
I close my eyes and dig my fingers into his shoulders as one finger slips under my drenched panties, brushing over my sensitive skin.
“Don’t stop,” I moan.
At the simple command, he crushes his lips against mine again. A rush of sensation surges through my whole body, setting off fireworks inside my belly. A shudder runs through me as two fingers slip into my slick entrance.
“Dario,” I moan, sliding my hands up to clutch his hair.
“That’s it,” he says against my lips, moving at a torturous pace inside me. “Don’t fight it.”
I kiss him hard, pouring all my anger, frustration, and desire into the dance of our tongues. Pulling his bottom lip between my teeth, I tug. “This does not change anything between us.”
“No, it doesn’t,” he rasps as his fingers sink deeper inside me.
I roll my hips against his hand as his thumb brushes over my sensitive clit. “Fuck... look at you making a mess all over my fingers,” he groans deeply.
I roll my hips again, not caring that I’m practically riding his hand. And he’s watching me with hooded eyes, his face flushed with passion. His pupils are dilated, making his eyes glow even brighter. He looks like an angel, a devil, a Greek god.
I throw my head back as he curves his fingers inside me, hitting a different angle.
“Oh Dario,” I grunt, pulling his hair tighter as I ride his fingers harder.
His other hand grabs one of my breasts and squeezes firmly, making my head burst with pleasure. “Yes, that feels good,” I sigh, my hips grinding against him. “So fucking good.”
I grab onto his shoulders and thrust myself against him faster and faster while he slides his fingers deeper inside me. “Dario...oh yes...”
“Mmm, fuck...are you going to cum all over my fingers, Ginny?”
“Yes,” I moan as the pressure builds higher and higher and higher...
A sharp exhale leaves my lips as Dario pulls his fingers away from me. My eyes snap open, a retort dancing on the tip of my tongue. But then he slips his fingers into my mouth. Fuck. My pussy clenches as I suck on my juices, swirling my tongue over his thick fingers that were just inside me. His eyes darken to a dangerous shade, and I catch the flex of his jaw as he watches me. He pulls his fingers out of my mouth, making a pop sound.
And then he sinks onto his knees before me.
Just when I think he can’t get any sexier, he looks up at me like a predator hunting its prey. “Grab the edge of the counters.”
Somehow, the rough timbre of his command makes me even wetter. My fingers grab the edge of the marble countertop firmly as he pulls one leg over his shoulders.
“I want to taste you, Ginny,” he whispers, pushing my nightgown up to my waist and running his nose down to my soaking pussy. “I’ve wanted this since the moment I saw you at that ball. Those faded blue jeans you wore that night...they’ve been seared into my memory ever since.”
A sharp, tearing sound cuts through the stillness of the room as he rips the delicate lace of my panties, the flimsy fabric giving way under his touch.
“I think about you obsessively, Ginny. I’m so completely consumed by you that I can’t even sleep at night without losing myself in thoughts of you. Jerking off to the thought of you, imagining every single thing I want to do and say when next I see you,” he confesses, his voice low and raw.
His breath hitches as it fans over my wet core, and I can feel my body responding, tightening, as my arousal intensifies.
“So wet for me,” he murmurs, licking the wetness that slid down my thighs as he moves up to my pussy.
It’s all too erotic, too dirty...I like it very much.
When his tongue finally meets my wet folds, I cry out loudly. The heat radiating from the center of my body, spreading throughout my limbs, fills me to my very core. He sucks on my clit, teasing me with his tongue, his hot breath tickling my inner thighs. His tongue laps hungrily, and one of his hands grabs my ass to drag me further into him.
Fuck...he’s eating me out like he’s been hungry for years. And it feels too good.
He alternates between licking and sucking until my thighs begin to quiver and I’m reaching down to grab the back of his head. I roll my hips against him, feeling tingles all down to the tips of my toes.
“That’s it, baby. Ride my face like the dirty girl you are,” he groans.
His rough voice sends me over the edge, and soon, he’s holding me tightly as my body convulses uncontrollably. He doesn’t stop his relentless licking and sucking until I’m completely spent, moaning his name like a wounded animal in its final throes.
Carefully placing my leg down, he stands up. The sight of my juices coating his smirking mouth will be forever imprinted in my memory.
“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice a low rumble. I nod, feeling a sudden wave of shyness. It’s the first time I’ve ever been brought to orgasm like that, and the experience was astonishing. But I’d rather leap off a cliff than admit it to him.
“Tired?” he murmurs with a smirk, his finger trailing gently down my cheek.
I suddenly feel the urge to wipe that smug grin off his face.
“No,” I purr, sliding my hands down the hard muscles of his chest.
His eyes dance dangerously as they watch me. And when I lean in to kiss one hardened nipple, he lets out a low hiss. I drag my teeth over the skin surrounding it, flicking the tip with my tongue.
One of his hands plants on my hip, squeezing tightly. I trail my kisses down to the center of his stomach, kissing his abs slowly until I get to a scar just by the side of his bellybutton.
“Stab wound,” he grounds out as I look up at him.
Still looking into his eyes, I trail my tongue over the ridge and line of the scar, wondering if there were any more and confirming the proof that he was a man tortured by demons. Now, I plan to make him forget.
Sliding my hands to the waistband of his sweatpants, I slowly pull the fabric down, revealing a hard cock glistening with precum. My pussy throbs as I take his hard girth in my hands.
“Fuck, Ginny,” he hisses, his fingers digging painfully into my hips.
“Did eating my pussy make you this hard?” I whisper, trailing my fingers over the sides of his shaft.
His breathing has quickened, his eyes glazed with lust as he slides his hand to the back of my head.
“Yes. Now, get on your knees and take my cock in your mouth.”
I hate it when he tells me what to do, but somehow, his rough command fills me with exhilaration, sending shivers down my spine. Without sparing another second, I sink to my knees before him, taking his sweatpants down with me.
When they pool at his ankles, I wrap both of my hands around his length. It’s so big, so long, and so warm. My mouth waters in anticipation of his taste.
As the first lick of my tongue to his tip, his arms flex and clench. I kiss the glistening tip slowly, lightly dragging my teeth along the smooth skin.
“Ginny,” he warns, tightening his grip on my head. “Stop teasing.”
I hum softly in agreement before taking him into my mouth. We both moan together at my first taste of him. Then, inch by inch, I take him in deeper.
There is nothing soft about his cock. It’s blunt and hard, pulsating against my walls as he continues to tighten his hold on my hair. I pull back and take him back in, one of my hands holding his hip for support. I swallow him whole, reveling in every single delicious inch of his hot flesh.
“Fuck, Ginevra,” he rasps, and I feel the heat of his gaze as he looks down at me. “Look at me, baby.”
I obey his command, my body shivering at the nickname. I love all his nicknames for me, but my favorite is when he says my name with that deep rasp of his. My body feels as if it’s on fire, burning from the inside as his fingers come down to stroke my cheeks. He pulls the tip of his dick out of my mouth before pushing back inside.
I moan around the fullness, pressing my thighs together to relieve the pressure throbbing in my center.
“Are you getting turned on sucking my cock, Ginny?” he asks in a low groan.
I moan my answer, pushing him deeper to sink into my mouth. I suck hard. Harder than I ever had before. His gruff moans make my toes curl. I love it when men moan. I love the power it gives me, the rush it sends through my veins.
But just when I think I’m in control, he grabs the back of my head with his two hands.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth, baby,” he warns. Well, I don’t take it as a warning. My pussy throbs even harder, and I feel my slick juices sliding down my thighs. “And you’re going to take every inch of it.”
I moan as he begins to move his hips, slowly at first. His girth stretches me, making tears pool at the corners of my eyes. As my hands come down to caress his balls, something snaps within him, and soon, he’s thrusting into my mouth. Every time his cock hits the back of my throat, I moan, his salty taste making me crave more.
“Fuck, baby,” he rasps, holding my face in place to keep me still as he drives into me. Each stroke is harder than the last. Faster. More forceful. “You love it when I fuck your mouth, don’t you?”
I moan around him, and one of my hands travels down to play with my pussy. The gesture makes his eyes darken into dangerous slits as his hips begin to pump faster.
“Fucking beautiful,” he growls as his cock pounds against my walls. “You’re mine, Ginny. No one else gets to see you like this, touch you like this.”
And then, his hips buck. I hold him firmly, sucking all his juice as his orgasm hits. His deep groan reverberates through my body, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my core. I never knew pleasuring a man could feel this good. Not until him.
When I’ve sucked him off completely, I release his dick from my mouth with a pop. His eyes glaze over, and he releases a tired chuckle.
“Come here.”
He pulls me up and pulls my body flush against his. His fingers caress my mouth. “Sore?”
I shake my head as tiredness rolls through me.
“You’ll be by tomorrow morning,” he muses before carrying me into his arms.
Somewhere at the back of my head, the warning bells ring. I know this is supposed to be a one-time thing. I’m not supposed to let him carry me upstairs, touch me softly like I’m a porcelain doll just after fucking my mouth like a whore. But I love it. I close my eyes and lean against his chest.
And when I feel my body sinking into a soft mattress, his smell envelops me, and I know it belongs to him. I don’t protest. When I feel his warmth beside me, I realize he won again. On his bed, I fall into a dreamless sleep with his body right next to mine.