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“Damn,” Giuseppe moaned. The rush of adrenaline that coursed through his body caused the push from Giuseppe’s hips and the muscles in his thighs to tighten. His hardness pricked Valentina’s pearl, and she squealed in delight through ragged breaths of her own.
“Giuseppe, Giuseppe, I, I… oh my God! Giuseppe!”
There was a breathless whirlwind, a cadre of panting and sweating and soaring to new heights. When Giuseppe released his load of gism inside her tightening walls, Valentina blessed him with a cascade of her own dew. Giuseppe’s arms began to shake with the magnitude of his erotic expulsion, and he collapsed on top of Valentina, who awaited with open arms. She folded him into her, her thighs still gripping him, milking his manhood for the last few drops. Their breathing began to level and then slow down. There was no need to exchange words as they’d just transferred the fullness of their souls, giving wholly, one to the other.
Giuseppe was hungry for Valentina. The wait had been excruciating, but he knew she was worth it. She helped him pull her dress overhead, and when his eyes fell on her pink lace bra covering her full cups of loveliness, Giuseppe shook his head.
“Uhm, uhm, uhm,” he moaned as he bent over and plucked at her nipples through the fine fabric. Valentina’s areolas swole under his touch. But she didn’t want anything to come between him and her. Lifting her hand to her shoulder, Valentina eased off the first strap, and Giuseppe assisted with the next. He didn’t bother to unsnap the brassiere from the back. That would take too long. His mouth found her cleavage that lay exposed, and with his hands, he lifted one and then the other of her plump mounds to reveal her pert, chocolate nipples.
Hot, penetrating kisses traced Valentina’s breasts. Giuseppe filled his mouth with her goodness and sucked deliberately on her areolas to the point that Valentina moaned from the feeling. There was a direct link between her breasts and her jewel as a pulsation grew deep in her loins. Giuseppe pulled her into him, and she felt the swell of his manhood. When Valentina laced her fingers around his swollen, thick manliness, Giuseppe felt a quickening. He suckled ravenously and groaned when she stroked him slowly. His mouth trailed upwards and found Valentina’s lips waiting for him. The passion was undeniable. They both helped Valentina out of her frilly pink panties. His eyes fell on her sweetness. He couldn’t wait anymore. He needed to feel all of Valentina.
Lifting her into his strong arms, Giuseppe carried her to the wall. Valentina’s legs wrapped effortlessly around him as if they belonged there. Her head nestled on his neck, and she snuggled there, nibbling and biting his defined shoulders. When Valentina felt the cool of the wall against her back, she gasped. Smoothly, Giuseppe used the wall to balance the love of his life as he entered into her wetness.
They both inhaled deeply together and then gasped in an echo. It was that magical first moment, that first unquenchable connection, that precise moment of heart meeting heart, soul meeting soul. Inch by inch, Giuseppe guided his thickness into her womanly flesh. Valentina felt her walls giving into his presence. As his width filled her, their eyes reconnected. Giuseppe mouthed the words I love you as his hips began to move circularly, taking Valentina with him. The rhythm they found was slow, purposeful, and intentional. The hot ambrosia that flowed from the deepest crevice of Valentina’s jewel coated him fully.
Giuseppe thrust harder, faster. Valentina’s legs locked tight around him as he pushed her harder against the wall with every upward driving pound. As his cock swole inside her and the heat from her inner folds held him firm, Giuseppe groaned. His brow furrowed as her feminine proclivities thrilled him. Between the groans and moans was the sound of flesh smacking against flesh. Valentina teetered on the brink of an explosive orgasm as her hardened nipples rubbed against the strength of his chest. Her hair flounced as she threw her head from side to side, consumed by the sensuality of the moment.
“Uh, uh, uh,” Valentina gasped as her womanhood tightened around him. The veins in Giuseppe’s manhood grew more pronounced as hot gism pressed for release. Valentina’s arms tightened around Giuseppe’s neck as their rhythm increased frantically.
“Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm ahhhhhhh,” Giuseppe growled as he released his thick cum inside her walls, and Valentina blessed him with her own overflow of sexual moisture. All that had been held back and penned up was released at that moment. The orgasmic climax felt frozen in time as he continued to move inside her, coating her inner sanctum.
Jagged breaths.
Hot kisses.
One orgasm and then another.
Until the sun rose in the sky the next morning.
As the sun peeked through the blinds and from behind the drapes, Valentina started to stir. She felt a yawn rise in her spirit, and she stretched out, awakening her body. She paused when she felt the reminiscent feeling of what Giuseppe had caused to transpire. A slight smile parted her lips as she thought back.
“Good morning.”
She heard the timbre of his smooth tenor voice and a smile etched across her heart. Valentina turned her head, bringing Giuseppe into her view.
“Good morning.”
Giuseppe inclined himself to Valentina so that they were face to face.
“Thank you,” Giuseppe uttered.
Valentina’s brow slightly pitched as she tried to guess what he was thanking her for. He leaned in and kissed her. Then Giuseppe kissed her again.
“Why are you thanking me?” She asked between the soft kisses Giuseppe had placed on her lips.
Giuseppe kissed her again, that time a little longer.
“Because,” he began. “I appreciate you opening up to me, letting me in.”
“I appreciate you, Giuseppe.”
Chapter Twenty-eight
She was reluctant to go to the hospital. Isotta remembered the last time that she was there, and her visit wasn’t pleasant. Isotta tried to feel more positive about the day’s visit, yet she still felt nervous and uneasy. Conversations with Massimo since he decided they needed to have a pregnancy test, had been sparse and difficult for Isotta to stomach. She had mixed feelings about what the doctor would say, and she had even more mixed feelings about the real possibility that she could get pregnant.
Massimo sat close to her, physically in the next chair. Isotta was glad he was there. She was comforted by his presence. But as she looked around the room, Isotta noticed that Massimo wasn’t sitting like the other men in the room. He sat close to Isotta but didn’t touch her. He didn’t talk to her. Nothing in particular seemed to have his attention, but Isotta didn’t have it. The other men in the room attended to their partner, made sure she was comfortable, got her a magazine to keep her entertained, and talked to her. But not Massimo.
Isotta didn’t feel as lonely as she thought she would, had someone described what they saw like she experienced.
