Chapter 34 #2
This kiss is so different from our first, which was soft and tender.
This one, this one is ravenous and all-consuming, so consuming I forget his other hand is still very much busy until Gio’s body jerks and his lips no longer move against mine.
Instead, he moans and hisses as cum shoots from him.
I look down, watching as it stains my dress and drips onto the floor beneath us.
Even as cum drips from his head, Gio’s dick is still erect.
Slowly, gently, he continues to stroke himself as he takes a step back.
The small amount of space allows me a moment to breathe and remember the craving coiling inside me.
But…but I’m filthy, sweaty, dirty from the gardening and cleaning.
I also can’t remember if my legs are shaved, much less my pussy.
I want him. I want him to grant me a release just as he’s done for himself, but not like this.
“I…I should clean this up,” I say, dropping to my knees before him.
But, as I reach for the nearby toilet paper, Gio takes a step toward me and brings his fingers to my chin.
He directs my eyes to his, though it does not go unnoticed that his thick, throbbing, dripping penis is in perfect position to enter my mouth.
The thought has saliva filling the back of my throat.
“The only way you’re cleaning up my cum is with your tongue,” he says with a glint in his unusually dark eyes.
“But wouldn’t that smear it? Ohhh!” He doesn’t actually care about the cum on the bathroom floor. Though, as my eyes drift to his appendage once more, he pulls me up into his arms. Perhaps he doesn’t want that either.
“And I would never dare have you on your knees for me before I have kneeled for you. But there is something you can do for me,” Gio says as he takes a fist full of my dress.
“What’s that?” I ask quietly.
He smiles and uses his free hand to brush a loose curl behind my ear.
The darkness in his eyes leaves him. And, as much as I long to experience all of him, his gentleness calms my racing heart and settles the butterflies dancing in my stomach.
Until he says, “Join me.” Gio steps back toward the shower.
Releasing the fabric of my dress, he intertwines his fingers with mine, prompting me to follow him.
Though, he does not force. He allows it to be my choice.
And, suddenly, all concerns regarding the state of my body leave me.
I step forward, kicking off my sandals as Gio takes me with him back behind the glass door.
How ironic? I once thought of the glass door separating my world from Gio’s, the fairytale from the mundane realm.
And now, I find myself on the other side of another glass door, awaiting yet another life-changing experience.
Steam surrounds us as water crashes down on me, drenching my hair and dress so that both hang heavy on me.
Gio places one hand on my hip and wraps the other around my neck.
My lips part in anticipation. I don’t have fond memories of this position.
Choking is not something I’m unfamiliar with.
But I asked Gio to give me new memories and I trust his touch.
I trust his grip. I trust him not to hurt me. I trust him to stop.
“I’ve wanted this for so long, Darcy,” Gio whispers.
He kisses my neck as he applies slight pressure to my throat.
It’s a gentle choke, one that doesn’t hurt but actually makes me feel incredibly safe.
It’s as if the entire world would have to break through him to get to me and somehow, I know the world would fail.
Gio will protect me. Gio will take care of me.
Gio will love me. All the reassurances I’ve given myself, all that Gio has given me—I finally believe every word.
I finally have no hesitations. And with that, I melt beneath him as Gio digs his teeth into my flesh. It’s quick, then replaced with a kiss.
As my hands peruse his body, savoring the touch of every muscle I find, Gio’s kisses continue, trailing from my neck to my chest. As his lips move, so do his hands.
Releasing my throat and hip, he moves his fingers to my other sleeve and slips it off my shoulder.
The fabric sticks to my skin. It doesn’t fall all the way down, but just enough to reveal my black lace bra, the fabric of which is straining under the pressure of my erect nipples.
As Gio kisses the tops of my breasts, he cups them.
I moan in response to his squeezes. Though it’s what he does next that has me truly unraveling.
He lifts his eyes to mine. The dark glint from before has returned to him.
Through the fabric of my bra, he rolls my nipples between his fingers.
I gasp and squirm. It’s the most perfect torture, a kind I never want to escape from.
My legs begin to shake, and my hips thrust forward. Gio notices and he stops.
“Why did you stop?” I ask, breathless.
“Because this is just the warmup, my love. It would be a crime to make you cum without giving you what you truly want.”
“And what do I want?” I ask, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“My tongue inside your sweet, tight cunt, toying with you from the inside-out, flicking your clit until you break.” His words have me crying out in anticipation. My hips continue to thrust. I never would’ve thought to put it like that, but my body tells me he’s right. That’s exactly what I want.
Without delay, Gio kneels before me. Slowly, he unbuttons the buttons on my dress from the hem up. He stops just as my panties come into view. “You are so beautiful.”
With water drenching us both, he leans forward and kisses my thighs.
I arch my back and rest my head against the tiles.
As Gio continues to kiss me, my fingers find his hair.
I caress him as he kisses me gently. Then, as his lips firmly press against the outside of my underwear, I grip him tighter in anticipation.
Gio returns my intensity by biting at my panties.
His teeth graze my clit, and I moan. I don’t want this to end, but I don’t know how much more I can take.
Though, just as Gio brings his teeth to the top of my underwear, it does as Delilah’s voice finds me in the hot, steamy, thigh-shaking frenzy.
“Oh, shit!” I curse. I nudge Gio away as I stumble out of the shower, completely drenched with my bra and panties exposed.
“What’s wrong?” Gio follows behind me, naked.
“I left the bedroom door open when I came in,” I whisper. It goes without saying that the door to the bathroom is also open. “I heard Delilah. I…I have to go to her before she walks in on us.”
Gio nods. “Of course.”
Sadness and desperation contort my features. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry too. To be continued,” he says, grabbing a towel to wrap around himself.
“Yes, definitely.” God, I wish we could continue right now.
The mere sight of him naked made me need a release.
How am I supposed to ignore this craving now that I’ve been touched by him, after coming so close?
I quickly pull my dress up to cover my chest and leave the bathroom, closing the door behind me.
Sure enough, Delilah is looking around Gio’s room, bewildered from her nap.
“Are you okay, sweet girl?” I ask, completely ignoring the water droplets I’m leaving all over Gio’s floor.
“Mommy, you’re wet,” she says. No kidding. “Why are you so wet?”
“Uh, there was a busted pipe,” I say as I direct her out of the room. Busted, in more ways than one.