Chapter 29 Giovanni
GIOVANNI
Valentina’s back bends harshly when I drag my nose down the drenched folds of her pussy and my approving growl rumbles through her core. I love how her scent is changing more and more each day. It’s growing in strength like our child is in her stomach.
It’s been a week since she cracked my world open with two short words.
I’m pregnant.
I’ve replayed her confession so many times it’s imprinted on my skull. It will never fade.
I also can’t stop searching her body for new curves I know are still months away.
Valentina’s maternal instincts are just as vehement. I don’t think she realizes how often she does it, but she rests her hand on her stomach a minimum of three times a day. She’s already protecting what’s inside. Our child.
The beating of my heart is as loud as a world-famous drummer performing a rock ballad. I’ve spent years living in a world where nothing lasts. Now there’s this. A future that’s ours for the taking.
I can’t wait to shout my triumph so boisterously that the stone walls of Carlisle shake, but I have a few more months left to wait.
Until Valentina reaches the safe zone, I have to keep the news in our little bubble.
I don’t mind. The world hasn’t earned the right to savor our bliss with us just yet.
Excluding visiting Valentina’s mother each evening, we haven’t left our room all week.
I didn’t want to, and there was no real need to leave.
The maids slip in with trays of food we only consume to keep our strength up enough not to pass out, and my brothers toss treats through the door like we’re wild animals they’re trying to tame.
The fantasy comes to an end this morning, though. Valentina has a meeting with her mother’s medical team at 10 a.m., and I have another beast to break in at 9.
My father must not know how close I came to killing Valeria. If he did, he would have requested a meeting days ago. I think he’s hopeful Valentina’s attention has dampened my wish for revenge enough that he can revive the storm that nearly destroyed our legacy without needing to buy a raincoat.
If the heart trekking through my veins is anything to go by, he’s on the money.
I’m no longer hungry for vengeance or for a war. I’m starved for the scrumptious palette of Valentina’s greedy cunt when she shivers through back-to-back orgasms.
The reminder sees me stuffing two fingers inside her wet pussy and replacing my thumb with my tongue.
All it takes is one swipe of my tongue over her nervy bud, and she fists the bedding in a white-knuckled hold. As her moans bounce around our room, her toes dig into the mattress and her expression shifts from turmoil-filled to satisfied.
I wait for the stars to finish detonating before I slap down her hips and continue my pre-breakfast workout.
My thumb and tongue work in sync to drive her to the brink while my fingers pump in and out of her in a steady, controlled rhythm.
Her lusty eyes never leave mine when she crumples under my touch only minutes later.
I love the way her eyes spark with adoration and her skin mists with sweat as she shakes through a brutal climax. I could come just from the way my name tumbles from her pouty, kiss-bruised lips, but it still isn’t enough.
I can’t get enough.
I’m hungry for her taste. Her smell.
Starved of anything to do with her.
I crave her more than my lungs crave air, and I eat her exactly like that.
“Vanni… Fuck.”
Valentina pushes on my shoulders as if she’s endeavoring to get away from me when her world shatters for the second time this morning.
Her silent request for clemency is a lie.
If she truly wanted me to slow down, she wouldn’t have called me Vanni.
Over the next several minutes, while watching her through lowered lids, I finger-fuck her, grip her curves, and devour her with greedy, hungry kisses.
Goose bumps follow the trail of my lips when I touch every inch of her body. I leave no stone unturned, not only loving her curves but worshipping them as well.
I work another climax out of her before the honesty in her tone can’t be dismissed. “Giovanni… please. I’m too sensitive. I can’t take much more.”
As frustration gnaws at me that I still haven’t learned how to deny this woman, I adjust the tilt of her hips before nuzzling the delicate flesh between her shuddering thighs.
I have no qualms answering her every whim. I simply loathe how needy her taste makes me.
If her responsibilities weren’t ringing in my ears as obviously as her moans, my head would never leave the apex of her thighs.
After backhanding her clit, doubling the scent filtering in my nose, I drag my nose down the seam of her pussy for the final time this morning.
Valentina’s thighs hug my ears when I say with a growl, “I smell good in you.”
She doesn’t glower like she did the first time I said that.
Her head bobs before desire sparks through her hooded gaze.
She shivers when I run my hands up her sweat-slicked back, and then I lift her until she straddles my lap. When she grinds down on my cock, I fist her hair at the nape and tilt her head back, forcing her eyes to mine.
The hunger in them grows the longer I stare.
With her hips at the right incline, I guide the crown of my cock to the opening of her pussy, giving her clit a handful of playful swipes in the process.
Once her juices coat my head, I grip the base of my shaft, then pull her down on me by her hair.
“Ohh…” Valentina moans.
Her tight, wet pussy feels so good I forcefully still her hips, seconds from exploding. I’m young—and fucking obsessed—so I’m sure I can go another round, but I like to relish each rush, suck of her pussy, and frantic quiver our exchanges inspire.
I wait until I have a morsel of control before using my grip on her hip and hair to slowly guide her up and down my cock.
Valentina’s strangled moan when I freeze again makes me smile. She’s flushed with heat and sweating head to toe but clawing at me as if her addiction is as rampant as mine.
“Please, Vanni…”
I love when she begs, so instead of succumbing to her pleas, I tease her a little.
I ask her how she wants to be fucked.
“Fast and dirty like we do every time we leave your mother’s hospital room? Or slow and sultry like the words you’re too afraid to speak?” I pump in a handful more times, bringing the lust in her eyes to the point of exploding. “Tell me what you want, dolcezza, and I’ll give it to you.”
I’ve never been like this before. So open and raw. Previously, I never bothered to ask my bed companions what they desired. I didn’t care.
It isn’t like that with Valentina.
Everything is different. Better.
“Fast and dirty,” she eventually murmurs, gasping.
Her fingers seek something to clutch when I reply, “As you wish.”
We moan in sync when I take all the control, regardless of my seated position. I pull her on and off my cock while stalking every expression that crosses her face. She’s so beautiful like this. So fucking gorgeous. A Sicilian goddess sent to bring me to my knees.
Her hissed “Yesss” rewards her with an increase in tempo.
I thrust in and out until the sound of skin slapping skin booms around my room, and it nearly drowns out Valentina’s breathy moans. She’s speechless from the brutal fucking I’m giving her, and too in awe to speak.
I don’t stop, though. I can’t. I continue to work for every moan, shiver, and whispered quiver of my name. I want her to feel where I’ve been today any time she moves, and for the faint thud it causes to have her clawing at my belt the second we’re alone.
The thought of her helpless with need has me driving in deeper. My cock commands every bit of her pussy, and I’m too boastful to remain quiet.
“Do you feel that?” I flex my dick, sending her head thrusting back and her eyes rolling. “How perfectly you fit around me? What does that tell you, dolcezza? What does that announce?”
She moans, but that is the start and end of her reply.
Curling my hand around her thigh, I angle it up, opening her more for me. The bed is merely a gimmick now. It cushions my knees but leaves the entirety of Valentina’s suspension to me.
When her eyes lower to me and they fire with amazement, like she’s in awe of my strength, I take a mental note to remove all apparatuses we can fuck on from my room the instant we’re finished fucking.
If this will be her response every time I take control of her whole body, we’ll never fuck on a solid surface.
Not one to back down, even with my release pulling my balls in close to my body, I continue thrusting while returning to my previous objective. “What does that tell you, dolcezza?”
Valentina tries to keep my focus on the insane chemistry hissing between us. She meets my thrusts grind for grind until her eyes spark with signs of an imminent orgasm.
Usually, this is where I’d force the narrative. I try something different this time around.
I take what I need.
I fuck her hard and fast. I drive her to the brink until her tits clap my brilliance with every thrust, and the words I’m seeking finally spill from her lips.
“It announces that I was made for you. That I’m yours.”
My final pumps are deep and hard, and the instant they’re accompanied by vicious spurts of hot cum, a climax rips through Valentina.
Her breasts flatten against my chest as she leans into me for support, the sensation overwhelming her.
Once the shimmers weaken, she rests her head in the crook of my neck and fans the sweaty skin with whimpered words. “It announces that I’m yours.”