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Now, no other man ever will. Giancarlo Sandoval fucks like a demon, but I see heaven when he’s inside me. Nothing could ever be so utterly sensual as how well Gian fucks me. He knows my body far better than I could ever know my own. I know I must sound like a foolish girl, but that’s just the truth. When he touches me, he creates feelings in me that I didn’t know I could have.
Right now, my eyes are rolling back in their orbits and I’m hardly able to hang on to any thought in my head. I live a pampered life now, but despite dancing for the eyes of many, or having my hair and nails done, or my body massaged like I’m some wealthy woman, nothing makes me feel like more of a queen than when Gian worships my body, keeps me on the edge of an orgasm, and then finally lets me cum. Pulls me all the way to the edge and then has me come undone for him. From his touch. The idea of orgasming for him is so erotic I might unload this pressure now just thinking about it. But that’s not what I want. I don’t want to cum until Gian says I can cum. It's strange, because taking orders from a man is so not my thing at all. In fact, I won’t do it unless I absolutely have to. But I just love when Gian controls when I cum, determines how and when I cum. It's hotter than anything I can imagine, and it shocked me as much as it did him, I think, when we fucked the first time and I wanted him to keep up his erotic torture forever. I feel safe in the space between the most intense pleasure continuing and that pleasure peaking to the utmost heights it can; I feel safe when Gian is in control of my body. I knew from the instant Gian kissed me that he knew my body and what my body likes better than me. His control of my orgasms is the purest expression of that.
Gian presses the hard wall of his chest to the soft pillow of my breasts. The feeling of him against me sets off fireworks under my skin. I feel us both slicked with sweat now from the intensity and exertion. But I don’t fire off until he’s ready. Still, I’m trembling around him. My legs are spread wide on the bed and if I had strength enough I would lock them together behind Gian’s back. But I’m using every ounce of my energy to hold my orgasm at bay until Gian sets me free.
His lips close over mine, but before I can kiss him, his teeth and lower lip scrape my lower lip into his mouth. He tugs lightly and it shocks me for just a moment enough that I’m not focused on holding back my pleasure and waiting. It trips me up and I shudder beneath him. Gian releases my lip and pulls me closer to him for a kiss. Breathing in my breath, he moans into my mouth. “Cum for me, baby,” and now it's my turn to moan into his mouth.
I shake hard enough to break our kiss, and I turn my
head to the side and cry out. The intensity of the orgasm thundering through my body shocks me, and I’d been holding the sensations back. I can’t believe how much I needed this, either, because the unknown stress of the anxiety is clear to me. I had such stress from not being with him. I don’t know if that’s what bothered Gian, or something else, but I’m so content to be coming undone with his cock buried inside me. I feel that massive rod slam deeper into me, and the hot jets of cum sliding deep in my pussy. He’s unloading and I’m cumming as hard as my body possibly can. I finally make my shaking thighs encapsulate Gian and I pull him tighter in.
“I wish I could go deeper inside you, Lucy,” Gian says with a groan.
He makes a good point. That long, thick cock is fucked as far up into me as it can be, but the way I’m squeezing him so tight against me is just slamming him against me in the same places because there’s simply nowhere else to go. Gian’s huge cock fills me up so that there’s not even room for air, and that fullness drives me wild. Tremors shake through my body and I feel my pussy strangle Gian’s cock, milking all the cum out of that monster until there’s nothing more to give. I’m lost in the shudders and the sighs of my own orgasm, however, because I crave Gian’s cock inside me so much that body just goes off on its own little orgasm tangent. My hands are running up and down his back, squeezing him, scratching down his back, grabbing him, and just having to touch him as much as possible. I have to hold onto him while the aftershocks of my orgasm ride through me until I’m totally spent.
I don’t even remember more than him turning us over, his cock still inside me, because I fall asleep almost instantly. My eyes are shut before I realize it — maybe I was squeezing them shut? I feel the rise and fall of his chest against my cheek, hear his heartbeat, and nothing else matters. The world around me fades and my arms pull up to hold him as he’s holding me, and I feel so safe.
I know it wasn’t an easy road here, but now I’m happier than I could've possibly imagined.
“I love you, Lucy,” Gian says, kissing me.
“I love you, too,” I tell him. I mean it. I mean it more than I’ve ever meant anything in my life. “You saved my brother. And you saved me. Thank you, Gian,” I say and then yawn because I’m so spent, so satisfied, so sated.
“You saved me, baby girl,” Gian says, kissing me again and holding me even closer. “Marry me, please,” he says so softly I almost don’t hear him.
“Yes,” I say with all the strength I have left. “I want to be your wife, Gian.”
He holds me tighter and I’m happier than I ever knew that I could be.
With such perfect happiness surrounding me, I can fall right asleep. A dreamless world of warmth and happiness greets me in the black velvet behind my eyes.
I’m Gian’s, and he's mine.
Gian and Lucy - The Honeymoon
“Tommy, I can’t believe you did this!” I wrap my arms around my brother’s neck, kissing him on the cheek. “You do realize that you’re incredible honeymoon gift, crazy work schedule – none of this is going to keep us from spending time together when I get back, right?” I laugh as I say this, because now that Tommy is well, we eat lunch together several times a week. I’ve seen more of him that I had in nearly ten years, and not just because of the fact that he wasn’t busy drinking, gambling, or doing drugs.
No, thanks to my wonderful new husband, Gian, my brother got help. My brother got better.
He even got a job and bought me a honeymoon getaway. I let him go and smile at him. He looks better than he has in ages. Young again. Happy. I couldn’t be more grateful.
I see Gian give him a look before they do the manly pat on the back hug thing that I will never quite get, but they’re both smiling in genuine, wide smiles that reach the eyes. The very air around us seems magical. I have literally everything I have ever wanted.
Well, there’s one more thing. Something that you don’t exactly hope for when you think you are going to be a virgin for the rest of your life. But a married woman with financial security and happiness totally thinks about these things.
“When we get back, maybe you’ll be uncle Tommy,” I say with a grin and pat my stomach.
“Are you?” Gian’s hand closes over mine.
“Not yet,” I say. “But I doubt we’ll stop practicing…and you’d be such an excellent father,” I say and kiss Gian’s cheek.
I see something flicker through him. Before Gian and I figured out that he and I could really be together, that all the rocky stuff from his past and my fight or flight survival mode existence could both end, neither of us thought we’d ever get to be so domesticated.
Now, we can have anything. And I want to have Gian’s baby.
I think I actually see moisture welling up in Gian’s eyes, but no tears fall. I’ve never seen him have such a strong reaction before, but judging by that smile that’s still there, and the love in his eyes when he looks at me, I think we’re both in agreement.
“Work on that, then, because I know that Lucy will be a fantastic mother,” Tommy says, turning to head back to his car. “She always takes care of me,” he says in a quiet voice, but I hear him.
