Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty Eight
Giovanni
I hold her while the water cools around us.
My mind is quiet, a rarity I’ve only ever found with her. The vineyard, the family, the whole damn mess of it all fades to a distant hum. There’s only the woman in my arms, the feel of her skin, the scent of her hair mixed with the night-blooming jasmine.
She feels it too. I know she does. It’s not just this, the sex. It’s everything. The way she looked at me on that balcony, the trust it took to step into this water with me. The way she just completely gave herself over to me. That’s not something you can fake.
This thing between us is real.
I’ve had a lot of things in my life. Money, power, a name that opens doors. But I’ve never had this. This feeling of coming home. Of rightness. Of belonging to someone.
She shifts, a little restless.
“You getting cold?” I ask.
She nods against my shoulder.
“Come on. Let’s go inside."
I help her out, wrapping her in a thick, fluffy robe I grabbed from the bathroom earlier. I grab one for myself, but I can’t stop looking at her. Her cheeks are pink from the heat, her lips swollen from my kisses. She looks thoroughly, beautifully fucked.
She catches me looking and blushes, pulling the robe tighter around herself. It’s the sweetest thing.
I take her hand and lead her back into the bedroom. The air inside is warm. I close the glass doors, sealing us in this perfect little bubble.
She hesitates by the bed, looking uncertain.
“Gio,” she starts, her voice small.
I pull her into my arms and kiss her hungrily. She can’t run, not tonight. I won’t let her.
She’s trembling, but she meets my tongue stroke for stroke.
I pick her up, and her small gasp is muffled against my mouth. She weighs nothing. I carry her the few steps to the bathroom and set her down gently on the plush bathmat, turning on the water in the enormous walk-in shower.
Steam billows, clouding the glass. I tug at the belt on her robe, letting it fall open. She stands there for a second, naked and vulnerable, and my chest goes tight with an emotion I’m not ready to name.
She lets me undress her completely. I take my own robe off, then guide her under the hot spray.
I wash her hair, my fingers massaging her scalp. She leans into me, her body pliant, trusting. I soap her body, my hands learning every curve, every dip, every freckle. The water sluices over us, washing away the day, the fear, everything but this.
When I’m done, she takes the soap from me. Her touch is gentle, reverent. She washes my chest, my arms, my back. She kneels to wash my legs, and the sight of her there, on her knees for me, looking up at me with those wide, trusting eyes, almost brings me to my knees.
The look in her eyes is hot and heavy as her eyes drop to my cock, standing at attention in front of her. She licks her lips, and I know what she wants. I know what she’s about to do, and I’m powerless to stop her.
She leans in, and the hot water of the spray mixes with the wet heat of her mouth as she takes me in.
Her tongue is a velvet torture, swirling and licking. I lean back against the cool tile, bracing myself with a hand on the wall above her head. My other hand tangles in her wet hair.
She takes me deeper, her lips stretched around me, her cheeks hollowed. I watch my length disappear into her mouth, and the sight is so fucking erotic it makes my balls tighten.
I tighten my grip on her hair, and she gasps against the sensitive skin of my dick before moaning and pulling me in deeper.
She’s not shy. She’s not hesitant. She’s taking what she wants, and what she wants is me.
It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen, watching Bianca finally let loose. She takes me deeper, her throat working to accommodate my size. Tears prick her eyes, but she doesn't pull back. She doubles down, taking everything I have to give her until I'm hitting the back of her throat.
"That's it, mia," I say huskily, guiding her movements with my hand. "Take it all." Her eyes flick up to mine, wide and trusting and filled with so much desire it makes my heart ache.
Her only answer is a hum of pleasure that vibrates down my shaft. I’m so close. The heat is building at the base of my spine. My hips are moving of their own accord, fucking her face in shallow thrusts.
She can feel it. I know she can. She starts to move faster, her head bobbing, her hand stroking what she can’t fit in her mouth.
I need her to slow down for a minute. I want to make this last as long as possible, for me and for her. I curl my fingers into her hair to hold her still and pull out of her. She tries to follow with her mouth, but my hand stops her. Her eyes open, and they’re hazy with pleasure, her lips swollen.
Her whimper of confusion and protest is a little hoarse.
I reach down with my other hand and grab hold of my shaft while she watches, mesmerized, pouting.
I know she doesn't have a lot of experience, and I'm not sure whether she's done this or not. But I'm not worried. I'll teach her. I'll teach her everything.
With the hand still in her hair, I guide her toward my balls.
Understanding dawns in her hazy eyes, and she sticks out her tongue, lapping at them gently at first, then with more enthusiasm as I encourage her.
"That's it, la mia piccola tentazione," I praise, and it gives her more courage.
I groan as she takes one, then the other, into her hot little mouth. The sight of her pleasuring me this way has me on the verge of coming all over her pretty face. I want to close my eyes, let my head fall back against the tile, and just enjoy the sensation.
But I won't. Because, even though she's pleasuring me, I want her to be satisfied as well.
I pull back, and before she can pout again, I snap "open" in a hard, commanding voice.
Her lips drop open in obedience, and I thrust back into her, stretching her full lips and filling her.
And this time, when I get to the back of her throat, I don't stop.
Before her mind can catch up, I push past the tight ring of muscle and into her throat, and she takes me, her nose pressing against my pubic bone. Her entire body convulses, a choked gag wracking her frame. The sound is obscene, a wet, messy music in the steamy air.
I pull back just as quickly, letting her gasp for air, her chest heaving. A single tear escapes, tracing a path through the condensation on her cheek. But she doesn't pull away. She looks up at me, her eyes dark with submission, her lips parted and waiting.
And I give her what she’s waiting for.
I fuck her throat. Not as deep as the first thrust, just enough to remind her who’s in charge. I set a hard, possessive pace and claim her every time I take her breath away. And she surrenders to it completely.
She’s a mess. Drool and pre-cum drip from her chin, her eyes are glassy, her face flushed a deep, beautiful pink.
I watch her throat bulge, watch the way her body trembles with the force of it. Water streams over us, plastering her hair to her face, but she never takes her eyes off mine.
The hot water sprays over my back, but I burn from the inside out.
She’s mine.
The thought is a lightning strike, sharp and undeniable. Not just for tonight. Not just for this. But completely, irrevocably mine.
The pleasure builds, an impossible pressure at the base of my spine. "I'm going to come," I warn, my voice a low growl. "You're going to take all of it. Don't you dare spill a drop."
Her only response is a desperate, muffled moan that vibrates through my entire body.
With one final, deep thrust, I bury myself in her throat and let go. The orgasm rips through me, a violent, soul-shattering release. I pulse into her, pouring myself down her throat, and she takes it all, her throat working to swallow every drop.
I pull out slowly, my cock falling from her swollen lips with a wet pop.
She stays on her knees for a second, head bowed, water streaming over her.
I crouch in front of her and take her in my arms, tilting her chin gently with a finger.
The raw, unguarded trust I see in her eyes hits me harder than any punch.
I lift her to her feet and put her back under the spray. I clean her up again, washing the mess off her face, then I kiss her, slow and deep, tasting myself on her tongue.
It’s a claiming. A brand.
She’s trembling, her body soft and pliant against me. I break the kiss and rest my forehead against hers, our mingled breaths the only sound.
Her hands are shaking, and I'm not sure it's from pleasure or fear. Maybe both.