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Yawning, then wiping the sleep from my eyes, I sit up in bed. “No, this book was just very boring and instead of picking a different one, I apparently let it put me right to sleep,” I say with a small laugh.
Gian looks at me, bemused. Only the moonlight illuminates his gorgeous face, but there’s something in his eyes that tells me he needs me.
“What is it, Gian? What’s wrong?” I ask him. I can’t imagine what kept him so long, mostly because I don’t know anything about his business. But Gian always seems so unbothered. So in control. It makes me hurt for him to see him any other way.
“Don’t you worry about it. You can go back to sleep,” Gian says, standing.
Unconsciously, I touch my face where his hand was.
I get up to knees on the bed and look at him. “No, I want you. I’ve wanted nothing more t
oday than to see you.
Gian’s eyes look at my naked body in the moonlight, a sliver of the silver shining over my breasts.
“Well, this is a much better sight than I’ve had all day,” Gian says. He laughs again, smiles, but there’s a heaviness in him that I wish I could erase. I wish he would at least share with me what’s wrong. “Please, Gian, tell me what’s wrong,” I say in a soft voice. I don’t want to push him if he doesn’t want to talk, but the truth is that I’ll be very hurt if he doesn’t want to tell me what’s wrong.
Gian looks at me and the smile over his face breaks through the sadness in his eyes. “I don’t even like Luke Gravos, but his wife…she’s worse than Terry ever was. Luke and I convinced her to back off, but she really wanted his head. I’m so glad I have you, Lucy. You’re more than I could have ever hoped for.” Gian’s eyes drink me in.
I can’t help but smile. Gian can and did open up to me. He trusts me like I trust him. And he needs me.
Gian’s hand closes over my breast, and another goes to grasp the back of my neck, holding me as he dips to kiss me. I’m still concerned for him, but this is perhaps how Gian needs me. Physical touch shows more than Gian can ever say, even though he’s so open with me. I know that when he opens up to me even a little bit that he’s as surprised as I am. That’s both flattering and frightening. Because I care so deeply for Gian. I don’t want him to be closed off from the world. Most of all, I want him to be able to open up to me.
Right now my lips are parting for him. His knees press apart my thighs to spread my legs while he deepens our kiss. I can’t stay steady with the way he’s splaying me out for him. His hand on my neck drops to my back. “I’ve got you,” Gian murmurs into my mouth.
Yes, yes he does. The words are a siren song to my soul. Every time he says them, they become more and more true.
First, he had me because of the deal.
Then, he had me because of how quickly he took care of Tommy.
The kiss…that first kiss he gave me fucking undid me in every way.
Now, every time he says he has me, when I might fall because of how he goes after my body, it's my heart and soul that I wonder that he doesn’t have. Gian is always on my mind. He already has me there. The other parts of me…well, right now, with his body overtaking mine, it's difficult to think about more.
Difficult, but not impossible. Well, not for much longer. I know that the way that Gian fucks me means I’ll barely remember my own name by the time he gets going.
He doesn’t even bother getting onto the bed first before getting inside me. His cock is in me so fast that I cry out at the feel of him sliding his thick rod into me. Gian presses me down to the bed, impaling me fully on his cock while he lays down on top of me and lays me down onto the bed.
“I thought only of this, all day,” Gian says against my neck. His hips roll and he slams into me with a quick, forceful thrust. I’m already aching for him and the hard way he’s started fucking me drives me crazy in all the right ways. “I love driving my cock so deep in your sweet pussy,” Gian continues. His words make my nipples ache for him, even though he’s already pressing his body against them, I want to press into him harder yet. I need to be closer to him which, as far deep inside of me as he is, is actually difficult. But I’m groaning, aching with need. I use all the strength I have to slam my hips up to meet his thrusts. A wet sound fills the air, the musk of my pussy thick in the air. I’m so damn wet for him, I actually feel my arousal sliding down my thighs. That wet sound when he slams into me is unmistakable.
“I’m so wet, Gian, I wanted you to fuck me all day. I waited all day for you to cum inside me,” I say with a whimper. My breathing is close in time with every thrust, making my words jumpy and urgent.
“Good, Lucy, but I’m going to fuck you harder and deeper before I cum inside this pussy tonight,” Gian says and closes his teeth over one of my earlobes. It makes me sigh, squirm against him.
I like the sound of him fucking me deeper. I imagine I’m like clay, I’m malleable and my body is so consumed by his that deep inside of my pussy is the imprint of his cock. I’m shaped just for him. I cum only for Gian. I ache for his body interlocked with mine. It isn’t such madness to think that I’m formed for him, and I like the thought even if it's silly. I blame how hard and deep he fucks me. These unrelenting thrusts clear all thoughts from my mind except how deep and hard he is fucking me.
Sure enough, Gian makes good on his promise. He pulls back and then grabs my thighs, spreading them up and apart. His hands maintain their grip, and his hips return to their previous speed.
The pressure in my pussy is instantly so much stronger that I scream out. The sound is buried in the exertions of his cock slamming into me. Somehow this angle is so much deeper that it drowns out the sounds that claw their way up to my throat and I don’t know what to do. I can hardly breathe. The pressure is so intense that it feels like my body is going to burst. Gian has me pinned under him, and he’s fucking me so hard I think I might black out. The pressure and the pleasure spiral together. I feel so helpless beneath him now and he’s fucking me so hard I don’t know if I’ll be able to walk straight tomorrow. Which I don’t mind at all.
I can’t believe how slutty this thought is, but I like the idea of Gian fucking me so hard that I walk bowlegged or something like that. I like feeling sore after he fucks me. The memories against my skin, deep in my pussy, against my soul, are little scars and badges of honor. They aren’t permanent, they aren’t forever, but when they can remain until the next time he fucks me, it makes me feel somehow more complete.
Gian and I are both glistening in a sheen of sweat beneath the moonlight. Gian switches his tack from thundering thrusts at lightning speed to slow, deep, hard thrusts that make me yelp with hunger every time he sinks so deep into me. His hands on my legs squeeze harder and he presses them up higher but also closer together. The closeness and added depth to this angle makes me grit my teeth. It's such an intense sensation that I’m gasping for air, my lungs begging to be filled up with fresh air so that I can breathe. When people talk about someone taking their breath away, this is what they should be talking about. Because this literally breathtaking sex position is the most incredible sensation that’s ever overtaken my body.
Just when I think I might succumb to madness if he fucks me like this any more, Gian pulls my legs back down and brings his hands under my ass to hold me and lift me up while he fucks into me slower. It's these maddening slow strokes that are a double-edged sword. On the one hand, they’re a reprieve from the ultra intense fucking before. So it seems like I should be able to catch my breath and take everything that he’s offering me. But on the other hand, the hand I’m actually dealt, I can still barely breathe. My whole body aches for him to fill me up and the second before his cock is all the way in me again, time drags slow and tortures me to the point that I’m inhaling the full length of him and exhaling in a whimper with his every exit.
My hands reach out and I wrap his forearms, squeezing with all might at his arms caging around me for his purchase while he rocks inside of me and makes my whole world evaporate into nothing but need and arousal.
