"Giannaaaa…" he whimpered my name, his hand dropping to my shoulder. I glanced up, his arm was stretched out, palmpressed to the water slicked walls as I used my skills to bring him to the edge of insanity.
Pulling him out until only my mouth covered his head, I swirled my tongue around it gripping the back of his thighs harder to balance him and keep him grounded. My mouth slid down—back to the tip—then back all the way down. Over and over, tongue swirling all over. Remy ate clean. Whole foods. Lots of water and fresh fruit so his dick tasted amazing. I would gladly swallow every inch and drain him dry.
"Fuck, baby," he looked down at me, eyes glazed over with lust. "You’re so pretty." He ran his finger lovingly down my face. "I love you so much. You know that?"
I didn’t want to disrupt the rhythm I had going so just I nodded slowly, lashes fluttering as I breathed slow and steady through my nose. I wasn’t sure he would go for it, but I was known for testing the limits of a man. While my left hand cradled his balls, my right hand slowly moved its way to his butt.
I kept my eyes on him; his head was thrown back in ecstasy. But as soon as he felt my finger too close to his hole—his head instantly jerked down to look at me, eyes slightly widened in confusion.
I didn't say anything—just kept sucking slow and steady the way he liked until his cheeks and body relaxed. My index slowly began to caress his rectum, rimming him. I could see the conflicting expressions flicker across his face. Confusion. Shame. Pleasure. But when his grip tightened on my shoulder, I knew he was enjoying it.
There was no kink shaming with me. Whatever brought him pleasure—within reason—I was down for it. I had been tame with him so far…but I was in love with this man that now he had unlocked a part of me that was only reserved for him. The part of me gave freely.
"Uh—fuck—" he groaned, breathing becoming shallower as I kept up my tongue assault. His fingers curled into my shoulder and his legs buckled slightly as I brought him closer. "G-Gianna—b-baby wait. It's too good. Please…" he whimpered as I increased my pace. His dick was coated with my saliva as it dripped down my chin and onto his balls. It was a sloppy mess and my pussy ached watching him come apart.
"Oh my G-God…" his breathing stuttered. "I'm 'bout to nut, baby. FUCK.”
What sounded like a growl and a roar, erupted from his mouth as hot semen shot into my mouth coating the back of my throat. I sucked him through it, draining ever drop until his grip loosened on me.
When I finally stood, he was trying to catch his breath and looking at me like he didn’t know who I was. He shook his head speechless; brows pinched together in uncertainty. "I—" he began.
"Sshhh…" I cupped his chin in my hand and kissed him. "You don’t have to be ashamed of anything we do, handsome. I'm yours. I'm here to please you."
His hand found my waist and pulled me closer. His trembling lips pressed against mine kissing me. "I love you," he said voice raw and vulnerable.
"I love you too." I exhaled." I'm not done with you yet though. Let's wash up. I'm about to fuck you until you can't speak."
Chapter 39
Imust've been the luckiest man in the world.
Gianna was a dream come true. Gorgeous, Funny. Intelligent. Loving. Patient. Kind. Nurturing. To have been blessed with a woman like her—I was so glad I didn’t let my doubts cloud my judgement and keep me from her. She had me staring at her ring finger wandering her size after she got done with me last night.
'Fuck me until I couldn’t speak'was accurate.
My chest was heaving like I ran a marathon when we were done. I didn't have a single once of energy left. Gianna turned me every which way but loose. She fucked me from the floor to bed, and somehow, we ended up on the balcony. With the breeze whipping around us, she rode me until tears leaked out my eyes.
Then she had the nerve to laugh afterwards. She enjoyed seeing me all dazed over her. She should've though—because I was. Head over heels for her. Gone. Locked in. And the way she looked at me like I was the only man that mattered…that shit turned me into mush. I was hers entirely.
I was barely able to stumble to the shower with her to wash the sweat off our skins. She just kept giving me that look like she knew what she had done. But I honestly couldn’t say shit anyway. She tore me out the frame and then tucked me in and kissed my forehead. I was the little spoon as I curled into her like a 6'2, tattooed baby, locking her arms around me so she couldn’t go anywhere.
She laughed softly and tightened her hold around me. "Comfortable?" she whispered.
"Mmhm," I mumbled.
"You sure?"
"No." I kissed the back of her hand. "Need you a little closer."
Her laugh vibrated against my back and she scooted closer. I could listen to that sound forever. Her fingers slid into my hair and I was knocked out in seconds.
It seemed like I had just closed my eyes when in the fog of my sex induced slumber, I heard Gianna's voice rise in alarm but hushed like she was trying to make sure I wouldn't hear. But I heard the slight panic in her voice, so bleary eyed and all, I rolled over to see her pacing the floor, phone to her ear.
"Okay…Okay…I'm on my way." She hung up.
"Baby," I said voice heavy with sleep. "What's wrong?"
She looked over at me, her worried face illuminated by the moon seeping in through the window. "Just go back to sleep, babe. I'll be back." She moved towards the closet, but I was already up.
