Chapter 35
Tessa
Ihike my dress up, then throw myself at him, knowing I won’t so much as nudge his thick frame backward.
He needs no time to prepare, lifting me up like I weigh nothing.
I wrap my legs around him and put his hardening cock directly against my pussy.
I blow out a frustrated breath, squirming against my clothes.
Gio turns and presses me against the door. “Relax, Tessa.”
“But my clothes—”
“If you think I’m fucking you when you’re anything but completely naked, you’re delusional. I know it might be a foreign concept to you, but real men take their time.” He roughly squeezes my ass with both hands. “You don’t have to manage this. Trust me, sì?”
“That might be the sexiest thing anyone has ever said to me.”
He smirks. “Not an answer.”
“I trust you.”
“Bene.”
Then he rips both of the spaghetti straps holding up my dress straight off, causing the front of my dress to slide down.
“What the hell?”
“I’ll mend it later,” he says casually, walking me over to the bed and dropping me flat on my back like it’s nothing.
“Fuck, that’s hot. You’re so fucking hot,” I respond appreciatively, unabashedly drinking him in as he takes off his clothes.
Gio kneels on the bed with his legs on either side of mine, and I feel his gaze caress my body.
“I love your tits.” He reaches underneath me and takes off my bra with one hand, then slides it down my shoulder and tosses it to the side. “Such pretty, big nipples.”
He lightly pinches one. I whimper softly, closing my eyes.
“Rougher, huh?” he asks, and I open my eyes in anticipation.
He increases the pressure and tugs at my nipple.
“Yes, Gio,” I moan.
“I will never tire of hearing you call me that.” He circles my neck with his other hand and lightly pushes down. Leaning over me, he coaxes my mouth open with his tongue before gently biting on my lower lip. “Can you come from just this, or no?”
Breathing heavily, still relishing the pressure from his hand around my neck, I start to say, “I’ve never…”
“More, then.” He removes his hand from my throat and takes off his shirt. My hands reflexively move to press into his chest, and travel down his stomach as if by their own volition, savoring the feel of him. I’m so overwhelmed by Gio, so attracted to him.
My words tumble out in one big rush. “I love your body.”
Grinning, he gives me a hard kiss before moving down the bed. My panties and dress get pulled down along with him, leaving me naked on top of the covers. He pushes my legs outward and kneels between them, staring at my pussy.
“I really didn’t have time to appreciate this enough in Italy,” he muses, touching the trimmed black hair on top. Reflexively, I close my knees slightly.
“Get out of your head.” He nuzzles the inside of my thigh with his chin. “I don’t know who told you to be uncomfortable over hair, but I’d like to have a few choice words with them. Since I can’t do that, I’ll eat that feeling straight out of you, hm?”
The feeling of my arousal dripping down my thighs is his answer. It’s so freeing, giving myself over like this, knowing he’ll take care of me.
“Up on your elbows, eyes down, I don’t want you to miss anything,” he commands. I watch his tongue flatten against my pussy, licking me with pressure.
“That’s so good,” I moan.
“I want to eat this every day. You’ll let me, right?” He pulls back for my answer, sliding two fingers into me and curling them in the perfect spot.
“Mhm, Gio. Every day.”
Dipping his head, he resumes licking me, moving his tongue up toward my clit, where I crave him most. When he nudges it with his teeth, I suck in a breath.
“I love it when you don’t treat me like I’m fragile,” I breathe.
“I love it when you tell me how you feel, what you want,” he responds, sucking my clit.
“Again,” I reach out to thread my fingers through his hair.
He sucks again, hard, before pulling his fingers out of me and fucking me with his tongue. His free hand takes over on my clit, rubbing small circles.
The friction of his fingers combined with his mouth sets me off, and I come fast and hard. No time to speak, let alone warn him in advance. He laps at me until my legs stop shaking. When he looks up from between my thighs and licks his lips, it’s one of the most erotic sights I’ve ever seen.
“Come here. Now.” I grab at his arms, eager for him to be inside me.
“You did so good for me, Tessa. You came so hard,” he praises, and his words douse me in another bout of lust.
He pulls up on his knees and makes a move to leave the bed. “Condom.”
I squeeze his bicep, stopping him, and slowly shake my head.
He raises an eyebrow. “You don’t want…?”
“Not unless you do. I’m on the pill, and I got tested after my last partner.”
“I’ve never gone without one before. You sure?”
Knowing that I’ll be his first time without a condom makes me feel all the more eager. I want it to be me. “Yeah, I want to really feel you… um, us. I want to feel us.”
He presses a gentle kiss to my lips. “Me too.”
I move to flip over on my knees.
A hand stops me at my waist. “Where are you going?”
I raise an eyebrow. “I just thought you’d want—”
“I want to see your eyes when I make you come again. And your tits bounce when I move inside you.”
“So you’re a boob guy then?”
“I’m a you guy. Flat on your back.”
I swallow in anticipation and lower myself on the bed.
Gio picks up one of my legs and rests it on his shoulder before grabbing a pillow and placing it under my hips so they’re tilted upward. Even though I just came, I’m surprised to find my body aching for him already.
He stares at me with more than lust in his eyes. Gio stares at me with intent. With desire. Not just for my body, but for me. And I know he sees the same emotions reflected in my own eyes.
I reach down to line him up with me, and my pulse quickens in anticipation.
“You ready, Cara?”
I give a small nod. “Yeah.”
He slowly thrusts into me, giving me an inch of his cock at a time.
Inhaling sharply at his size, a whimper escapes my lips. “Gio, you’re so…”
“Breathe through it. Only a little more,” he encourages.
He reaches down with one of his hands and presses his thumb right above where we’re joined, before pushing the last of his length inside me.
I roll my hips, grinding on him, and he responds by pulling out slowly and thrusting back in. The rhythm of his thrusts is so satisfying, nudging exactly the right spot, over and over again. Winding me up and relaxing me at the same time. Giving myself over to him feels so good.
“I want you to come again,” he commands, pressing harder on my clit. That pre-orgasm spark is back, and a tingly response swells inside me. When he starts rubbing me again, the sensations that course through my body are completely overwhelming in the most emotional way.
Gio’s expression softens at the sight of me. “I know. Let go, Cara.”
“I’m coming,” I warn, and I do, for the second time, my abs twitching, my heart beating rapidly. A tear slips out of my eye.
“Bellissima.” He kisses the tear sliding down my cheek.
His thrusts pick up again, and so does the power behind them. He goes faster and harder, grunting with each movement.
“I’m—right now,” Gio strains out, filling me up with a rush of warmth and shallowly thrusting through his orgasm before giving a final pulse.
He doesn’t collapse on top of me, and he doesn’t pull out. Instead, he shifts his frame on his side and gathers me in his arms so we stay connected. We face each other, my lips level with his forehead. His cock stays warm inside of me, half-soft, as he drops lazy kisses along my collarbone.
As I slowly come down from my high, he scoots down slightly, angling his head toward my breast and gently kissing my skin. I shiver.
“You probably want to get up and—”
“Let me adore you,” Gio replies, peppering the side of my breast with light kisses. The heat of his body pressed up against mine, coupled with his cock inside me, has me feeling deliciously consumed by him.
“I’m so lucky,” he murmurs, lifting his chin and leaning his forehead against the column of my throat, “to be with you.”
He’s treating me with so much tenderness. I think about how deep I’m in with him… I’ve fallen so far that I can’t even see in front of me.
What if… Stop overthinking.
For once in my life, I try to banish my racing thoughts to the back of my mind and focus on the sensation of him instead.
Gio, who seems to always pick up on the slightest shift in demeanor from me, immediately asks, “Are you okay? Do you want me to pull out?” He props himself up on his elbow and searches my eyes.
“I don’t want you to pull out,” I answer truthfully, not wanting him to go anywhere, maybe ever again. “I’m just thinking. This has been… Honestly, it’s been kind of life-changing for me.”
He leans forward, planting a gentle kiss on my cheek. “Life-changing, huh?”
I shake my head at his playful tone. “Okay, well—”
“Look at me. It’s important.”
I cautiously find his eyes again, which are gazing into mine, determined.
“I’m not the best at communicating my feelings, so I hope you’ll forgive me for using a work analogy.
But, it’s what I know best.” He strokes me with the pads of his fingers.
“You once said that it must be my ‘biggest challenge’ to bead intricate patterns into fine silk. But that’s effortless compared to the challenge of pretending I haven’t been utterly enamored with you for years. ”
Enamored. My heart flutters first at his words. Then, those thoughts that I tried to shove down a moment ago resurface. “But… but you made me sit and wait whenever I visited your shop on an errand.”
“Because I want to spend more time with you.”
“But you always moved the bell to hit me in the head.”
“Hit you in the… Tessa, I’ve been moving it over and over again so it avoids hitting you in the head. But you wear all these different heights of heels every day, and the doorframe is smaller than most. It’s a frustratingly lost cause.”