Chapter 4 Giovanni #3
Worse. She thinks that they are just words to me. Sentiments uttered in the moment to get what I want.
Her stepfather did more than murder her mother. He destroyed her faith in humanity, or rather, he obliterated any trust she might otherwise have had in men.
“We can stop if that’s what you want.”
It isn’t what I want. In any other circumstances, I’d have persisted until she begged me not to stop. But Meggie is different. She is unlike anyone else I have ever met.
“No pressure, Meggie. Tell me what you want.”
She’s silent, her eyes searching mine, her inner conflict evident in the way she chews her bottom lip.
I stroke her cheek. “Tell me to stop, bella.” I sit forward and brush her hair away from her face. “This is your night. Tonight, I am yours.”
A faint smile appears on her lips. She uncrosses her arms and pulls me closer, kissing me long and hard, her breasts searing my skin through my thin sweater.
I sense the passion lurking beneath the surface of this shell she has constructed around her; it’s waiting to be unleashed like a wolf escaping its cage.
When she climbs off me and stands up, I don’t stop her.
She sucks in a deep breath and then shrugs her dress over her hips and steps out of it. “I’ve never done this before.”
My eyes linger on her white lace panties before returning to meet her burning gaze. “There is only me, you, and the stars, Meggie. Remember, you don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to do. Ever.”
Slowly, she hooks her thumbs inside the panties and draws them down over her hips until they form a frothy white puddle at her feet. She kicks them aside and watches me.
She is beautiful. She is everything that our first kiss promised and a whole fucking lot more. She doesn’t know it yet, and perhaps this is what makes her so desirable: she isn’t using her sensuality to get what she wants because she doesn’t even understand it.
I stand up and remove my sweater and pants. I wait for her to nod before I go ahead and remove my boxers, releasing my engorged cock.
Then I offer her my hand, and she accepts it.
I crush her body against mine, trapping my cock between us. I kiss her lips, her eyelids, her ears, the dip between her collarbones. I kiss her nipples gently to begin with, then suck on them until I feel them swelling between my lips.
On my knees, I trace a wet line with my tongue down her smooth pale abdomen to her sex. I part her legs gently and kiss her pussy, peering up at her, watching her watching me.
She gasps when I insert the tip of my tongue between her legs.
“Do you want me, Meggie?” I need to hear it
“Yes.” The sound is barely there.
I pull away and sit back on my haunches. “Tell me you want me.”
“I want you.” Deep breath. “I want you, Gio. I don’t want you to stop.”
It is all the encouragement I need.
Gripping her thighs, I lick her pussy, dipping in and out and spreading her juices around her.
I find her clit and drag my tongue across it, slowly, listening to her shallow breaths.
A second time, and I feel her legs trembling beneath my touch.
I lick her a third time, and her orgasm explodes on my tongue.
Her fingers wind through my hair and she holds on tightly, her body shuddering as her orgasm rips through her.
“You taste so sweet, Meggie.” It’s the biggest understatement of all time; I’ve never tasted anything so fucking sweet. “Do you know how good you taste?”
“No.” She’s panting. Her legs are quivering.
Removing her hands from my hair, I stand up and grip her wrists behind her back. I kiss her, plunging my tongue into her mouth and sharing her juices with her. She responds by sucking my tongue, savoring her own taste like a delicious fruit being tried for the first time.
“Don’t move.” I hold her wrists with one hand and sink back onto my knees.
I insert a finger of my free hand inside her, her groan of pleasure sending a thrill directly to my cock.
“You’re wet, Meggie.”
I slide my finger back out and lick it dry while she watches me, mesmerized. This time, I insert two fingers. Probing. Exploring. Stretching.
She’s so fucking tight.
I slide my fingers in and out of her until she tries to wrench her hands free from my grip behind her back, then I swap them for my tongue. Her pussy clenches around me. I feel her clit throbbing, and I suck on it until her entire body gives into her orgasm again.
While she’s still in the throes, I rise and lead her back to the couch where I sit down and guide her towards my cock.
“Gio,” she whispers. “I-I’ve never done this before.”
I smile. “Neither have I.” I’ve never met anyone I wanted to fuck on the rooftop of my resort building before.
She flinches, giving the slightest tug on my hand. “No, I mean, I’ve never…”
It takes a couple of beats for understanding to sink in. When it does, I pull her onto my lap and cradle her in my arms.
“Mio angioletto. Your night. I’ll be as gentle with you as you want me to be.” I kiss her tenderly, nibbling on her shoulder, unable to resist her smooth skin even for a moment.
She nods once.
Then her warm hand closes around my cock, and she lowers her head until I stop her, tilting her chin towards me.
I feel like a teenager whose balls are fit to burst. But I don’t want to come in her mouth. I want to fill her up with my cum and watch it oozing out from between her legs.
“No, bella. This is your night, not mine. Sit on me.”
Like a dancing partner, I guide her hips over mine until her dripping wet pussy is teasing the head. I rub it between her legs.
“Let me in, Meggie.”
She smiles. Gripping me firmly, she lowers herself onto me and gasps.
She’s tighter than I anticipated. Her pussy sucks me in, warm and wet, and it feels like coming home. Like this is what I’ve been waiting for all my life. Like this is what I’ve been missing without even realizing it.
“I’ve got you, bella. Slowly. Good girl.”
It feels like hitting a wall inside her and I sit forward, wrapping my arms around her and kissing her gently. Her nipples brush my chest, and my cock reflexively throbs.
“Now, close your eyes and kiss me, Meggie, and it won’t hurt so much.”
She does as she is told. When our tongues meet, I grip her hair and hold her tightly, easing my cock through the barrier. Once I’m through, I thrust my hips, slowly to begin with, savoring her wetness dripping onto my balls as I push myself in all the way.
It is like watching a rare blossom spread its petals in the midday sun. Meggie seems to have come alive. She opens up for me, wraps her arms around my neck and smothers me with demanding kisses, her hips picking up the momentum and riding with it.
She doesn’t let me go.
Eyes closed, Meggie tilts my head over the back of the couch and fills my mouth with her tongue, and she fucks me until my own orgasm explodes inside her.
“Bellissimo fiore,” I breathe into her ear. “My beautiful flower.”
While Meggie sleeps on the couch on the rooftop, a blanket thrown over her, I track down her stepfather on my tablet.
He appears to have disappeared around the time of her mom’s death.
But everyone knows that beetles don’t vanish into thin air; they bury themselves underground and cover themselves with dirt, making it difficult for their enemies to hunt them down.
Then they resurface when they think the danger has passed them by.
Steve Barone.
I find old photographs of him online. Seems the guy has a history of preying on vulnerable women, the slimy fucking coward.
The more I read about him, the easier it will be to snap his neck with my bare hands and walk away with my head held high.
The world will be a better place without parasites like him.
I’m about to close the search engine and press my body up against Meggie’s when an old photograph catches my attention. The caption shows the date the picture was taken as 2009. A year before my parents were killed.
The year my world was turned upside down.
There is before and after, and this photograph is before.
Steve Barone wears a cheap suit that does nothing to hide his spreading paunch, a fake smile on his face as he shakes hands with an important official.
It is a charity event. Not that I believe Meggie’s stepfather has a charitable bone in his body.
He would’ve been there for one reason only: his own personal gain.
But it’s the faces in the background that cause me to zoom in on the photograph.
Familiar faces. They’re not looking at the camera but at each other, smiling and holding hands as they always did. My heart beats erratically as I stare right back at my parents.