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No one has ever talked to me like this. No one has ever called my body beautiful in such a straightforward manner.

I sink a little deeper into the moment and allow my hands to roam. Goose bumps race across my flesh like wildfire. My palms follow their path, smoothing the skin while I think of Gio.

“Your touch feels so good,” I whisper.

Behind my eyelids, I imagine my hands are Gio’s. I pretend they are huge, rugged, and strong, and as they explore, they become greedy and desperate to touch, tease, and consume.

My hands, his hands, slide over my belly, across the curve of my hips, and return to the swell of my breasts. And as I see myself the way Gio does, a moan unfurls from deep inside me, igniting a flame.

“Fuck. That’s right. Let it out. I want to hear every sexy noise.”

My breathing intensifies at the richness of his voice. I imagine tasting it on my tongue as we kiss. I imagine his breathy words of praise tumbling across my skin and burying themselves into my soul.

“Watch me in your mind, kitten. Watch as I swirl my tongue around your beautiful nipples. Mmm. I love the way they respond when I blow on them. I’ve been wanting to tease them with my tongue.”

My teeth scrape across my bottom lip as I pinch my hardened nipples at the same time. Desire zings to my core, and heat floods my body. I squeeze my legs tight and moan.

I’m coming undone so quickly, I have to roll my hips from side to side to quell the intensifying sensation. Gio’s words have every part of me reaching out for every part of him.

“More. Tell me more.” My mind searches for more images of us behind my closed eyelids.

“I’m sliding between your legs. Can you feel my hips taking up space and edging your thighs open? Can you feel the weight of me, the heat of me, settling on top of you? Can you feel me kiss your smart mouth and grip your hips? I’m going to use them as handles as I hold you down and eat you.”

He sucks in an unsteady breath as his sheets rustle.

I whimper and wrap my legs around a pillow, allowing the weight of it to settle between my thighs just like Gio.

“Can you feel the heat of my mouth brushing over your pussy? My nose rubbing against your curls? Oh fuck, you’re making my mouth water. You smell goddamn delicious.”

“Yes. Yes.” I roll my hips into the pillow as I imagine him digging his fingers into my skin and moving between my legs with hunger.

“Nudge that pussy into my face. Show me you want it.”

I drag the pillow over my center, feeling the heat of him there.

“That’s a good girl. Ah, my perfect pineapple. I’ve never wanted to eat anything so bad in my fucking life.” He moans like he’s starved.

“Make me come, Gio. I need this so bad,” I whine. My pussy pulses for him, reaches for him. “Taste me.”

“Fuck, I love hearing you ask for what you want,” he says, his voice turning coarse and needy. “I’m licking circles around that greedy little clit.”

“Yes, yes.” I pant as my fingertips slide into my drenched heat. I gasp. They circle slowly, but pass after pass, I become more sensitive. My hips roll with wild need.

“Don’t make me wait.” I wince when another wave of pleasure quakes through me. I moan.

“Jesus, kitten. Hearing you like this makes me so fucking hard. So hard.”

Gio’s moan is carnal. Hearing it urges me on until I’m panting.

“My face is buried in you, kitten. Oh God, you taste like heaven. My lips are wrapped around your clit, teasing it, sucking it, and devouring you. Fuck yes. I can’t get enough.”

Pressure spreads as images of Gio feasting cross my mind. “Giooo.” My hips lift and tense.

I’m at the brink, chasing the finale. I’m so close.

So close.

“You’re almost there, kitten. Oh Christ, you look so fucking beautiful giving yourself the pleasure you deserve. Don’t hold back. Don’t ever hold back. Fucking come for me.”