“Please, I need you inside me.”
He rubs against me, causing us both to moan. “You’re so wet and warm. Fuck, I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you,” he whispers the words, almost as if to himself.
“Please, I need this.”
“Let me get a condom, baby. Then I will fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow.”
“Now. I’m protected. Just do it.” He doesn’t know the truth, but I push those thoughts away.
He forces me to look at him. “Are you sure? I’m clean. I promise I wouldn’t risk you.”
“Yes, I’m sure. Now shut up and make me feel good.”
His laugh does wonderful things to my body.
“Yes, ma’am. Your every wish is my command.” He kisses me hard as he thrusts inside me. I gasp as my body adjusts to him. He stills, watching me.
“Stop staring at me and move,” I urge, assuring him I am okay.
He kisses me once more before he starts to move. He trails his lips down my cheek to my neck, biting softly. I rock against him, needing more friction between us as the warmth builds inside me.
“More,” I whimper as I gyrate my hips faster.
He grunts before pistoning his own hips faster. After a moment, he pulls my leg over his arm, deepening each stroke. In this position, he hits a spot that causes me to catch my breath each time he rubs against it.
“So fucking good. You feel like fucking heaven. I’m so fucking close, baby. I know I said I would torture you, but I can’t, not when you feel so good. Fuck, baby.”
His words, mixed with his heady scent, along with the pressure between my legs is enough to set me off. Moment later, the stars I saw before turn into bright lights as I scream.
My ears are ringing as I feel him still, his body jerking slightly as his hot cum fills me. The feeling sets off another wave of trembles that rack my body. I can hear Giovanni speaking, but it’s muffled. My vision is unfocused.
It takes minutes, but finally, my senses come back.
“Are you okay, Isabella? Talk to me.”
I moan, “I think you broke me.”
He chuckles but relaxes as he lies next to me, pulling me into him. “Not yet, but I will make it my goal to try my hardest to do so until the day we die.”
I tense slightly but then relax. I won’t let my thoughts ruin it for us.
Giovanni
I wake up from a peaceful sleep with Izzy curled up next to me with her hand on my chest. My phone is insistently buzzing on my nightstand. I reach over and see it’s 4:00 a.m. and Matt’s name is on the screen. I swipe left to answer.
“What?” I murmur, trying not to wake Izzy.
“You could have warned me,” he demands while panting.
“Warned you about what? And why are you panting?” I whisper. Izzy stirs, so I slowly rub my hand up and down her back, trying to soothe her back to sleep.
“I’m panting because Greer’s a fucking escape artist. I go to the restroom for two fucking minutes, leaving how many guys on her, and she fucking slips out. So now we’re searching for her. Where the fuck would she go?”
“She what!” I shout, waking Iz when I jackknife in bed.
“You fucking heard me, Gio. Where. Would. She. Go?” he asks slowly.
“What’s wrong?” Izzy asks while running her hand over my thigh.
