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I nodded eagerly. “You been running your mouth all night. Don’t get shy now. Talk to me, Pretty Lady,” he shifted his fingers, curling them inside me.
I felt a tingle as he used the name he gave me. My mouth hung over as he continued to work his fingers. “That’s right, baby,” he coached, regaining his confidence with each moan that escaped my lips.
“Gianni!”
“I got you, Pretty Lady.” He pecked my lips, sending spirals of ecstasy through my body.
He was back.
His kiss was urgent and exploratory, working his way between my legs. Spreading them, Gi took his time getting to know my body. He was no longer in a rush or thinking he knew everything. Gi knew he didn’t and leaned into that, trying different things and allowing my reactions to guide where he went next. Flicking, twisting, and licking his tongue across my clit, it had been far too long since I got any action.
“Fuck, you taste so goddamn good,” Gianni groaned, causing the vibrations from his voice to hum against my clit. Gianni was performing right now, earning a standing ovation.
Licking his lips, he went back for seconds, applying just the right amount of pressure on my clit as he flicked his tongue across it.
“Giiiiiiii,” I sang like I was back in the children’s choir at Michella’s church. Gripping the back of his head, I began grinding my hips into his face, but he didn’t shy away.
Gianni came up for air, ready for the full experience. Upon entry, Gianni’s head immediately dropped and paused. I grew worried as his dick pulsed inside me. Before I could ask him what was wrong, he lifted his head, wearing a smirk.
“This shit.” Gianni shook his head as if he was bracing himself. “You feel so goddamn good.”
Gianni’s girth filled me from the inside out. It was hard to take him and breathe simultaneously, and he noticed.
“Relax for me.” I had no choice but to comply with his command, but it was no easy task.
I was completely at his mercy, and Gianni took full advantage, giving me every inch of him. Putting an extra umph in his stroke, I kneaded my head into the mattress as my mouth formed an O.
He grunted between strokes. Gianni’s eyes were on me, but he wasn’t focused. It was as if he was in his head, lost in thought. “You weren’t supposed to feel this goddamn good, Lo. What are you trying to do to me?”
I didn’t have the answer because I was just as lost as he was. Now I understand how we forgot to use a condom. I couldn’t think about anything but his dick rubbing against my walls. He was careful not to put all his weight on me.
“I guess I won’t be the only one falling in love,” I whispered close to his ear, trying to regain control.
“Fuck,” Gianni struggled to get out. I was super competitive, and the fact that he was completely under my spell at this moment boosted my confidence immensely.
Our bodies moved in exquisite harmony with one another, and maybe there was hope in figuring this situation out. After I came, everything became one big blur, and I knew I was going to sleep well tonight.
* * *
Thankfully, I got some dick last night, which helped, but I wasn’t looking forward to meeting the rest of Gianni’s family today. Since we weren’t rushing the relationship portion of our agreement, Gianni had given me his bedroom and moved down the hallway to the guest room. There was more than enough space at his place.
“Fuck them, people. Don’t let them stress you or my God, baby,” Denim fussed with her face screwed up.
“Your God, baby?” Niyomi objected.
“Our God, baby,” Denim quickly recanted her previous comment making me chuckle. “Fa real though, Lo. He’s already yours, so who cares what they think?”
“Which means I’m stuck with them,” My words slowed toward the end of my statement, realizing this was my life now.
“That’s also true. If you need somebody to blame, it’s Denim. She encouraged your hoeish behavior, but nobody ever listens to mama.” Niyomi joked.
“Bitch don’t put this on me. I was passed out. How is it my fault?”
“It’s my fault,” I interjected before they spent the next few minutes arguing about something that wouldn’t change anyway. “I need you hoes to pick a weekend to help me get this nursery together.”
“I already have some ideas on my Pinterest board. I can’t wait,” Niyomi squealed, and I was fully prepared to let her take the lead. That was her wheelhouse.
“I’m not ready for a little girl with Lo’s attitude,” Denim joked.
