27. Vivi #2
“I will put my hard cock in your soft, wet pussy, and fuck you until you come. And keep fucking you until you come again. And every time you come, you’ll get softer, wetter, bella, and your pussy will feel better and better until I won’t be able to stop myself.
My cock will be so fucking hard, my balls aching to explode, and that smile of yours, that irresistible look in your eye, the feel of your hands and mouth on me…
Vaffanculo, it will be too much, bella. It’ll be too much, and I’ll break.
I’ll explode inside your pussy, flooding you with every drop of cum I’ve got.
And I’ll keep my cock inside you as long as I can, filling you as long as I can to give us the best chance that our fucking, our lovemaking brings us a baby. ”
My head is swimming with his words, my brain scrambling to piece together the sensations already coursing through me. I can’t catch my breath, and that place between my thighs is throbbing, and I think I’m incredibly, embarrassingly wet.
Like he can read my mind, Gio slips his hand deeper. Meets my flesh where it is swollen, aching. With one long finger, he parts my folds, cursing at what he finds. “Holy fuck, Vivi. You are soaking.”
I am. I can feel the slickness coating his skin and mine. Feel my heart skip an entire beat as Gio finds my opening, circles it, teasing me before pushing a finger into my body.
We moan in unison. The feeling is intense. Intimate in a way I didn’t realize was possible. I stare at him, vision blurring as he shifts his other hand from my breast to my jaw. Gio cups my face, his lips parted around heavy breaths as he draws his finger out of my body and thrusts back in again.
My muscles flutter around him. My arousal slicking us both.
“You have a gorgeous fucking pussy, bella.” He stares at me as he says it. No embarrassment. No shame. Just unadulterated honesty. Pure truth. And I believe him.
I let the feeling he’s stoking between my thighs start to unfurl, heat and pressure curling through my limbs until my hips rock forward at every thrust. Until I’m breathing as fast as he is, sweat catching along my hairline, my neck arching, my hips rocking against his grip until I’m an ocean of sensation anchored between his hands.
Behind me, floors below, life on the island carries on uninterrupted. I’m vaguely aware that guards are patrolling the grounds beneath us. Men who will hear me if I get too loud.
It should make me want to stay quiet, invisible, but I don’t.
Gio is kissing my neck, my jaw, whispering words I don’t understand as he adds a second finger to my pussy, pushing deep and holding for a beat before he retreats. Like he’s learning me. Like he’s making space for himself.
I’m gasping, pleasure building low in my stomach. I close my eyes, let him fuck me with his fingers and imagine what it would be like to have his cock inside me. To feel that shaft stretch me, fill me. To feel Gio come.
Gio presses his thumb to a hidden spot at the top of my slit.
I arch against him, bones melting. “This is your clit, bella.” He circles it, increasing the pressure.
My hips buck harder. “Touch yourself here when you want to feel good. When you want to get yourself wet. When you want to make yourself come.”
My husband bites a soft patch of skin behind my ear. Strokes that spot again.
The two combined do something to me. Make me want to beg, to plead, to make him promise he’ll never stop until I reach this invisible peak he’s driving me toward.
Us toward.
It should be us. Him and me, together. Like he said.
Stars are starting to dance behind my eyelids. I reach for him blindly, my fingers dancing down from his waist until I find what I’m looking for.
His cock. Heavy, thick, straining against his clothing like it’s desperate for me.
Maybe it is. Maybe that’s part of this. Mutual desperation. Mutual pleasure. All I know is that whatever is about to happen, whatever pleasure Gio is building inside me, I want him to have it too.
I can’t get inside his trousers. I’m too far gone to figure out the right moves in the right amount of time, so I make do with what I can reach.
I wrap my hand around his cock, clothing and all, and begin to stroke.
Find a rhythm that mimics the one Gio is maintaining between my thighs.
A stroke and squeeze for every one of his thrusts.
His hips jerk. “Vivi, what?—”
I shut him up with my mouth. Kiss him with open lips and tongue. I feel myself leaking down his fingers, his wrist. I feel his cock getting harder and harder against my palm, a hint of liquid soaking through his pants and dampening my skin.
“Fuck, Vivi. Fuck.” It’s animalistic. Absolute need. “Come for me, bella. I want to feel you come.”
Gio keeps his fingers deep inside me, his thrusts deep, powerful, his palm grinding into the magical place at the top of my pussy. I should keep quiet, but I can’t.
I’m moaning and gasping, and I can feel the cry building in the back of my throat as he drives his fingers home again, again. I’m the one grinding against him now, my body moving on its own. I might not know what the fuck I’m doing, but it does.
Gio does, too. He’s rocking his pelvis into my hand, meeting me stroke for stroke, his cock getting larger the closer he gets to coming undone.
“Oh, God. Fuck. Your hand on my cock, Vivi. It feels so fucking good. You’re going to make me come.” He kisses my neck. Bites. “Come, bella. Soak me.”
I love feeling him against me, inside me. I love it so much I’m shaking, gasping Gio’s name as the stars behind my eyelids blur into a wall of white.
I break, my thighs clench around his hand and wave after wave of bone-melting bliss radiates out from deep in my core. My pussy grips Gio’s fingers, my toes curl, and I’m crying out his name for everyone on the island to hear.
Gio doesn’t silence me. Doesn’t tell me to stop.
He strokes me through it, raining encouragement and praise as I soak up the ecstasy.
The tremors are turning to shivers.
Gio is still hard against my hand. The movement of his hips has gone jerky, erratic. I crack my lids. He’s staring at me. Color high on his cheeks, lips parted, eyes consuming every detail of my face.
“Do you still hurt?” I find the base of his shaft. Squeeze.
Gio curses. He drops his hand to my braid. Fists it, pulling my scalp. Sending a fresh wave of arousal to my pussy.
Gio feels it, his eyes rolling back as he presses himself even harder against my hand. “Oddio. You have no idea how much I hurt, bella. How fucking hard you make me. How much I want to come.”
“Then do it.” A taunt. A command. “I want to feel you.” I rub him faster, the fabric causing friction against my palm. His pulse is pounding at the base of his neck. I lick him there. Let the taste of his skin fill my mouth.
Gio’s fingers are still buried inside my body. I feel the tension in them. Feel the tension in him everywhere as I make his enormous body shake.
I’m making him unravel. And it’s a kind of power I never knew existed. “Come,” I tell him. “I want to feel you come.”
Gio pulls me in for a crushing kiss, his pelvis thrusting in counter time with my strokes.
A growl erupts from deep inside him.
His hips jerk, his grip on my body punishing as he erupts against my hand, liquid heat exploding inside his clothes.