32. Dario
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DARIO
A low groan rumbles through my throat as I reluctantly pull my lips from Ginny’s.
“If you keep kissing me like that, I’m going to fuck you right here,” I murmur against her mouth, making sure only she can hear.
Her eyes flash with mischief, and in a hushed, teasing voice, she replies, “I think you’re a few days too late to worry about who might walk in. Anyone could’ve caught us when you fucked me in the kitchen a few days ago.”
Her breathy voice makes me hard as a rock, a delicious shiver running down my spine at the memory. But then mild annoyance fills my chest at the thought of someone else seeing her, hearing her moans and cries as I fuck her.
Ginny is mine and mine alone. She’s meant for my eyes and ears only, and the thought of someone else getting even just a glimpse of that makes me furious.
Seeing the look on my face, she laughs and slides her hands over my shoulders.
“Don’t get all possessive now. I don’t think anyone saw a thing. Your domestic staff resume for the day at eight, remember?” she whispers into the space between us, her lips brushing my lips with each word. “Besides, no one else gets to touch me but you.”
I bite back a moan as she kisses my jawline before moving downward toward my neck. Her warm tongue traces its way over my beating pulse as I grab her waist firmly, trying to eliminate the space between us.
A soft bark interrupts us from our sex-crazed bubble. My head bends down to the source of the sound, and that’s when I remember that we have a new addition to the household.
Ginny gasps, crouching down as if she too just remembered my gift. Her breathless laugh fills the air as the puppy, all shaggy fur and overexcited legs, bounces forward, its tiny tail wagging frantically as it yips again.
“Has she eaten?” She looks up at me, and I grind my teeth. “It’s a she , right?”
She furrows her eyebrows cutely, running her hand over the soft fur of the little animal. When it licks her hand, its pink tongue darting out, Ginny giggles, a sound that sends a reluctant warmth coursing through my chest.
When Ginny continues to pet the dog for a few more seconds, I groan inwardly. When I thought of buying Ginny a dog, I didn’t consider that my girl’s attention would be divided between us both. Now I stare at them, my dick painfully hard in my pants, while the reason for my current state makes baby sounds and coos at her new pet. Ginny’s head tilts slightly as she gently raises the dog’s wagging tail.
I’d almost forgotten I’d asked a question until Ginny gasps.
“It’s a girl!” Ginny beams, looking up at me through long lashes as she cradles the dog to her chest.
My annoyance disappears—for a moment though, because I’m still painfully aroused—replaced by warmth spreading across my chest at the pure joy on Ginny’s face. When I promised myself that I would do anything to make her happy, I meant it.
“What should I name her?” Ginny asks, cradling the pup in her arms.
“Anything you want, Princess.”
I swallow the thick arousal choking me up before taking a step towards her. With a gentle but deliberate motion, I take the squirming pup from her hands, feeling the warmth of its tiny body against mine as I carry it to the corner of the kitchen where I’ve set out its food. It sniffs around, tail still wagging, then dives eagerly into the dish, its tongue lapping up the food with little, contented snorts.
Ginny watches, smiling. I can’t help but admire the grin on her face and the way her eyes soften. I slip my hand into my coat pocket and whip out my phone.
“Rosa, where are you? Come to the kitchen,” I call softly into the receiver the moment she answers. “I just bought Ginny a dog, and I need you to look after it for a while.”
Ginny’s eyes narrow into slits as she turns to look at me, but I see the unbridled desire beneath those hazel depths.
I end the call with a beep before stalking dangerously toward my girl. “Can I have your undivided attention now?”
I don’t wait for her to answer before my lips find hers once more, my kiss insistent and claiming. I lift her off the ground, her legs instinctively wrapping around me as I carry her toward the winding staircase. She lets out a small noise of pleasure as my hand slides down under her short dress to caress her soft ass.
I don’t know the exact bedroom I stumble into until the door slams shut behind us. My mouth leaves her lips for a second, and I press her body into the door, grinding against her. She giggles at my impatience, but it quickly turns into a moan when my hand travels under her dress again to pull her panties to the side.
“Wet,” I drawl, one finger slipping inside her. Ginny whimpers, her eyes closed, her fingers digging into my hair. I feel her wetness coating my digits as I slide two of them inside her. “Just how I want you.”
As my movements get deeper, her hips roll against my hand. I kiss her again, slow and deep, my tongue exploring her mouth. She makes a soft whimpering sound as my fingers continue their careful stroking.
“You feel so good, baby,” I whisper, nipping at her jaw and kissing the spot behind her ear. Her skin is smooth and flawless, her hair falling over her shoulder to tickle at my chin. As my lips trail down her neck and collarbone to her breasts, she moans in appreciation. But when I don’t increase the pace of my thrusts, she whines impatiently.
“Please, Dario,” she says breathlessly, tugging on my hair. I let out a low growl as my dick gets even harder. But I don’t increase my pace. I continue to stroke her, wanting to savor every second of this moment. My cock grows even harder, throbbing against the center of her thighs.
The ache makes it hard to think straight, and when I feel Ginny’s hand slide down my stomach, sliding under my waistband, I release a painful hiss.
“Bad girl,” I groan, pulling her hand away and pinning it against the door above her head. Her eyes flash with desire as she stares at me wide-eyed and flushed.
Deciding to put her out of her torture, I add an extra finger inside her, watching as her body clenches around mine. Her breathing becomes even heavier, and her moans becoming louder as I slide in and out of her. I’m still pumping her slowly, but my movements are deliberate. I want to drive her crazy. I want to watch her come apart right here against the door, trembling as I hold her up by her wrists.
“Dario,” she moans again, moving her hips up and down to keep pace with my thrusts.
“Do you want to come, Princess?” I murmur, leaning down to take one earlobe between my teeth.
She nods frantically, her dark curls bouncing off her shoulders. I thrust deeply, curling my fingers inside her. She clenches around me, her hips bucking off the door as her orgasm hits her.
“That’s it, come all over my fingers like the dirty fucking girl you are,” I murmur, pumping into her a few more times before slipping my fingers out of her. When I raise my hand up, I see that I’m coated with her juices.
“Open your mouth,” I order gruffly.
She obeys, moaning softly as I slip three thick fingers into her mouth. Her lips close around them hungrily. I watch carefully as her tongue licks her juices clean, closing her eyes to hum at the taste.
“Good girl,” I rasp, my dick becoming impossibly hard.
If I don’t get inside her soon, I may explode in my pants.
Ginny presses her lips against mine again as I carry her to the bed. We are in her bedroom, her strawberry and vanilla fragrance mixing with the aroma of her arousal. I lay her against the soft mattress, kissing her body as I pull her dress over her head. As usual, she isn’t wearing a bra. She’s only in panties now, a pale pink lace thong.
I run my hands lightly across the bare flesh of her legs, making her squirm beneath me. Her nails claw at my shoulders as I lower myself down her body. When her panties are finally gone, I gently push her legs farther apart. Then I lean down and place kisses along the inside of her thighs.
“Dario...” She gasps from the intense pleasure. She still hasn’t recovered from her last orgasm. I want to give her more orgasms in millions of ways until she can’t take me anymore, but I don’t think I can last a minute longer if I don’t bury myself inside her.
“I want to make love to you, Ginny.”
The words slip out of my mouth before I can stop it. I feel her body freeze slightly, her eyes still on mine. And then, without saying a word, she leans up to kiss me.
Our hands move slowly, taking off every piece of clothing I have on. My suit coat, my tie, my dress shirt—all gone. My body feels hot, my cock throbbing painfully as she runs her hands lightly across my chest. Then she grabs my dick and starts rubbing. I let out a low groan.
She leans back against the soft sheets, wrapping her legs tightly around my waist as I hover over her. Her eyes are on mine, her hands buried in my hair. When I run the tip of my dick over her slick folds, she throws back her head and moans.
“Look at me, Ginny,” I say huskily.
She does, bringing our faces even closer as I slowly slide into her. Our moans mix together in the little space between our bodies. Her arms are around my neck, her legs around my waist as she clings to me like she never wants to let me go.
My grip on her waist tightens as my hips press forward, pushing myself all the way to the hilt. Her face is flushed, her eyes shining with arousal, lust, and something deeper. I roll my hips slowly, and she hums in pleasure.
Every inch of her body is pressed against me. Every touch is a caress, each thrust is a promise to be gentle, loving...forever. She lets out another moan, her hands clenching tighter onto my shoulders. The feeling of being inside her has always been intoxicating, but nothing compares to the sheer bliss now. Fucking her hard and fast feels good. But this...this is heaven.
I stare into her eyes as my hips grind into hers. Our bodies move together in perfect strokes, matching each other like two orderly puzzles pieces. There’s no hesitation or doubt. Our bodies fit together as one, and for the first time ever, I lose myself completely.
The orgasm that hits me is almost blinding. It comes hard and unrelenting, shaking through my entire body, leaving a tingling, buzzing sensation. I continue to slide in and out of her even as the sensation washes over me, threatening to drown me in my own bliss.
Then she gasps, her body trembling as she clings desperately to me. Her nails dig into my shoulders, sharp and painful, but I welcome the sting. Tears spill from her eyes, and something inside me tightens as I lean in to kiss them away, my chest constricting with a flood of emotions I can barely contain.
The words are right there, teetering on the edge of my tongue. This feels right. More than that—it feels perfect. It’s everything I’ve wanted for so long, everything I didn’t know I needed.
“I love you,” I confess, my voice thick with emotion as I stare deep into her tear-filled eyes.
Her eyes widen slightly as I continue. “I’ve completely fallen for you, Ginny. I have for a while now. And I thought it would be terrifying. I used to believe love was this dangerous thing that made people weak, but with you...I feel stronger. I feel alive, like I’ve become the best version of myself.”
Her eyes search mine, tears gathering in their golden-green depths. She’s silent for a long moment, just staring at me, as if she’s processing every word, every feeling I’ve just laid bare. And then, without a word, she leans in, her lips pressing softly against mine, the kiss filled with an unspoken tenderness.
But when she pulls back, she doesn’t say it back. The absence of those words cuts deeper than I expected, and for a moment, hurt surges through me like a wave, tightening in my chest. I swallow it down, forcing a soft smile as I ease myself back against the mattress, pulling her close, her body warm against mine.
I didn’t tell her I love her just to hear the words echoed back. No, I want her to say it when she truly means it, when every part of her heart is in it. And no matter how long it takes, I’ll wait—patiently, endlessly—for the day she tells me she loves me, too.