Jeniah
T he air charges like the stillness before a snowstorm when we enter his bedroom. The hairs on my arm raise when he lowers me to the bed. His eyes skate over my body until I’m stripped bare. My clothes are on, but there’s nothing he doesn’t see or claim.
“You’re so damn beautiful.” He says the words with his mouth but uses his eyes to tell me how much he means it. He kneels beside me. Turning my face gently to kiss me again. He’s so sweet. So patient. All the urgency from the elevator is depleted, and he’s returned to treating me like a vestal virgin. He’s even got me spread out on the bed like a sacrifice while he worships from afar. Why the hell isn’t he on the bed with me? He doesn’t understand; I don’t want his slow burn; take my time, bull shit. I want him. Inside me. Fucking me. I don’t want to be treated like glass. Not when I’m the fire that makes the glass.
I break the kiss that melts my soul. I don’t want soul-stirring; he’s been giving me that all week. I want the mind fuck. “Gio, if you don’t fuck me tonight, I swear to God. I’m going back to Club Sin and finding someone who will.”
He responds with the lowered brows that signal the storm is moving closer. “Will you?” He growls.
I smirk, knowing I’ve finally gotten to him. “Maybe. Depends on how long you take to get inside me.”
His eyes narrow. “I should tie you to the bed just for saying that foul shit. You’re mine, and you’re not going any fucking where. Understand me, . If I’m your first tonight, then I’m also your last.”
“Then prove it,” I challenge.
He presses his lips together, and the muscles in his jaw flex. He’s angry, but his eyes still burn. It’s a look I’ve never seen before. He takes my mouth again, but the gentleness is gone. He’s a man possessed—a man on a mission.
Gripping my hips, he pulls me to the edge of the bed. He stands, towering over me. Wearing clothes I want to rip off. He’s already made me wait too long. “Gio,” I pant.
“Not yet. I want to get you ready.”
“I’m ready.”
He places my palm in the center of his. It swallows mine. He frowns at the size difference. “You’re so small. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Nobody but you would call me small.” I glide my hand up and down the soft flesh hidden by my dress. His hypnotized eyes follow every stroke, so I give him more. Raising my skirt and pulling my panties off. He groans when my dress hoops around my waist. His eyes glue themselves to my pyramid of curls guarding my entry. “I didn’t know if you’d want me bare or bear as they say. So I did both. I shaved most and left some.” I chew my lip and wait for his response.
“It’s perfect,” he says. Leaning down to kiss the crease hiding under my pubic bone.
“You’re perfect.” He adds and turns my body to throw my legs over his collarbone.
Spreading me, he dips his tongue into my slit, and I gasp. My back arches, and I dig my heels into his shoulders. He licks me, nibbles, and sucks me until I’m shaking. My thighs quaking. He won’t let me come. He lifts his head, his mouth glistening with my juices. “I need to taste you again.”
I shake my head. “No, I want you inside me. I want to feel you. I want you to make me yours, Gio.”
“Not yet.” He dips again and continues mining for gold. His fingers join the search while his thumb strokes my clit. Is this edging? Is he keeping me hovering on the brink of orgasm on purpose? If so, no wonder the shit is so popular, because I’m going fucking crazy. I lower my hand to help with my clit, but he swats it away. Grumbling, “Mine,” against my lips.
I buck and moan as he plunges two fingers inside. Scissoring them to stretch me. It feels good, but it’s not enough. I need him.
“Please, Gio. Fuck me, please. I need you.”
He stands, and I hear his belt buckle jingle. Finally, I think. But he doesn’t remove his pants. He unbuttons them and frees his cock. I lick my lips. He’s thick and long, and I can’t wait to taste him. I want to experience everything I’ve ever read about—fantasized about.
He pumps his shaft with one hand and waves his fingers at me, saying, “Lose the dress.” I scramble to my knees to pull the damn thing over my head and unhook my bra. My hand shakes when I pull it away. I have a love-hate relationship with my breasts. They grew way too early, and it seems like that never stopped. I can’t ever lose weight because I’d fall on my face if I did. But I don’t say any of that, and when he gives his dick a long tug at the sight of them, I wonder if I haven’t given the girls enough credit.
He pushes me back onto the bed and crawls over me. His hands cup my breasts, and his thumbs tease my nipples. He leans down and sucks one into his mouth, and I gasp. He’s driving me crazy. I wrap my legs around his waist and try to pull him closer.
He releases my breast with a pop and orders. “Be patient.”
“I’m dying here,” I whine.
He slides his length against my slit, grinding in tantalizing circles. His head jerks up, and he asks, “Have you ever dry-humped—”
“No,” I slap his chest. “And I don’t want to today. Just regular humping, please.”
He chuckles and thrusts his cock against my pussy. It’s hot and hard and exactly what I need. I match his rhythm as we grind our hips together. He drops his head to my neck, and I rake my nails down his back. We’re both panting, the pressure building in my core.
“Fuck me, Gio. Please, fuck me. I’m ready.”
“Maybe,” but he looks at my size again, and I get his concern. Gio is fucking huge. When I stand next to him, my five-foot-four-inch height barely reaches mid-biceps. I glimpsed his dick before he knelt back down. Yep, he’s proportional. All that shit about big guys and small dicks… It proves once again why you can’t trust social media.
Big hands, big feet—BIG DICK.
Centering me in the middle of the bed, he fumbles in the side drawer. “Got a few things for you.” I expected condoms, which he does pull out, but when I see the lubricant jelly, my eyes water. Not from all the hormones, denied orgasms, and desire running amok. But because he knew this was coming, he took the steps to protect us from pregnancy and to protect me from discomfort.
And that’s why I fucking love him. It’s been barely a week, but I FUCKING LOVE HIM.
But now is not the time to tell him that. Instead, I cheese at him, flutter my lashes, and say, “Aw, for me?”
“For you, baby,” he says.
I watch as he squeezes a dollop of the clear gel on his fingers. He warms it in his hand and spreads it over his condom-covered dick. He adds more, and I squirm in anticipation. I want him, and I don’t want to wait. Then he squirts some between my legs down my entrance— in my entrance. Basically drowns me in what I’m sure is way too fucking much. But I’m done arguing with him about him protecting me. It’s an argument I’ll never win.
He lines himself up with my entrance and pushes in. My walls stretch around him, and I gasp. It’s uncomfortable, but I relax, and he slides in further. The lube helps, but it’s a tight squeeze. I fight the instinct to push him out and save myself before he splits me in two.
“Just relax. Hold on. I got you.” He pants, freeing his hands of lube and tit. He kisses me, licking across the seam of my tight lips and holding perfectly still. His cock is throbbing, but he doesn’t move. He waits for me to adjust, and I fall a little deeper. I take a deep breath and open my mouth. Focusing on the beautiful kiss and the love he’s feeding me with his tongue.
When I wiggle my hips, he takes that as the green light and moves. I close my eyes. I don’t want to see how far he is. How deep his cock goes. I don’t want to know. I just want to feel him.
And I do. I feel him everywhere. I feel him in my pussy, in my heart, in my soul. He’s everywhere, and I want more.
Gio picks up the pace, and I grab his ass. Digging my fingers into the hard muscles. He groans and thrusts harder. I’m getting wetter. And the pool forming on his sheets is not only lube. It’s like a floodgate opens, and I’m drowning in sensation.
I moan and writhe beneath him, lost in the pleasure. I don’t care what happens anymore. I just want him. I want to be his.
“You’re mine, . You’re mine.” He growls against my neck, reading my mind.
“Yours,” I gasp. I’m his. I want to be his. I want to belong to him.
He pumps faster, and I’m getting closer. The pressure is building, and I’m teetering on the edge. I want to come, but I don’t want this to end. I don’t want to lose this feeling. We should return to edging because I want to ride this wave forever.
But I can’t stop it. I can’t stop the wave of pleasure that crashes over me. I cry out as my body convulses around him. He grunts and thrusts one last time before I feel him pulsing inside me.
He collapses on me, and I wrap my arms around him. I want to stay like this forever. But eventually, he rolls off me and pulls me into his arms. I rest my head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat. It’s still racing, and I smile. I did that—is my last thought before exhaustion takes me.
I stir when Gio carries me into the bathroom, and I’m surprised by the decadence. The room is bigger than some people’s apartments. The gleaming marble floors and walls remind me of a fancy resort spa. There’s a large walk-in shower with multiple heads and a bench. But what catches my eye is the hot tub. It’s big enough for at least six people.
Gio sets me down on the side of the tub, and I dip my toes in. It’s warm, and I sigh. “This is heaven.”
“No,” he says. “You’re my heaven.” How can he say such syrupy stuff, delivering his lines with a straight face? I’ll never know. But I’ll never stop him, either.
I lean back against the wall as Gio fiddles with the controls. The jets turn on, and the water starts bubbling. The heat’s rising, and it’s fucking glorious.
He strips off his towel, and I lick my lips. He’s fucking gorgeous. His body is a work of art, and I can’t wait to run my tongue over every inch. Looking will never be enough. He climbs into the tub and sits next to me. He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me close.
“How are you feeling?”
I shrug. “Good. I’m good.”
He nods. “You’re probably sore. The hot water will help.”
I don’t know how he knows, but he’s right. I can feel the ache in my muscles. He lifts me and lowers me into the tub. I sigh as the hot water envelops me. It’s soothing, and I sink into the bliss.
Gio settles behind me, pulling me against his chest. His arms wrap around me, and I lean back into him. He kisses the top of my head, and I melt. This is perfect.
We sit like that for a while, neither of us speaking. Tension leaves my body, and I relax fully. I don’t know how long we stay like that, but eventually, Gio turns me around and pulls me onto his lap so that I’m straddling him.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, cupping my face.
I smile and kiss him. I don’t know what to say, but I want to tell him how I feel. I want to tell him that I love him. That I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. But I don’t know how to put it into words.
So I kiss him. I kiss him with everything I have. I pour my heart and soul into that kiss. And I hope he understands.
He breaks the kiss and looks at me. His eyes are dark, and desire burns in them. The kiss starts gentle but soon turns passionate. His erection presses against me, and I want him. I want to feel him inside me again.
I reach down and stroke his cock. He groans, and I guide him to my entrance. He lifts me and lowers me onto him. I gasp as he fills me. It’s different this time. It’s not urgent, but it’s intense.
He thrusts gently, and I meet him with every movement. I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face in his shoulder. Holding on to the moment as the ride gets rockier. Bumpier, less fluid until I’m riding his dick while he gallops. Faster. More urgent. Needier. We’re calling each other’s name—cursing, praying, and begging.
The orgasm hits me like a freight train, and I scream. I don’t care if the whole damn city hears me. I’m his. I belong to him.
He follows me over the edge, and I collapse against him. He holds me close, stroking my back and kissing my forehead. I don’t know how long we stay like that. I only know it isn’t long enough.