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I’m still tingling with little shocks of pleasure as he continues kissing my pussy, sucking on my tender, swollen lips and clit.
All of the stimulation is way too much.
A second, smaller orgasm ripples through me. By its end, I’mhigh.
I’m flushed and shaky, my thighs too weak and achy to even climb off of him.
Gio’s undeterred. Once he’s done tasting my pussy, he’s contorts me into yet another position. I’m flipped upside down as he comes over on top.
“My naughty little dancer, so flexible. Perfect for being fucked hard, right, Honey?”
I don’t even get to answer as his strong hands pin my knees to my chest and he spears into me whole.
My body reacts on its own. I tip my head back and scream out. My toes point and my pussy clenches around his dick. I grip him and I don’t want to let him go.
Gio plants his hands on either side of my shoulders and grunts out a string of curse words. Some English. Some Italian. Some might even just be primitive, meaningless sounds worthy of a caveman.
I’m way too out of it myself to tell.
He withdraws his thick length halfway and then sinks deeper into me. He repeats this several more times before striking a hard and unforgiving rhythm.
I thought I was high before. Each deep thrust of Gio’s dick brings me an even sweeter drugging pleasure.
Heat builds, dewing my skin, making me breathless. Yet I only crave more. More of his beautiful cock. More of his kisses and touches. More Gio.
I reach for him as he comes in close and smashes our lips together. His tongue deep in my mouth, and his dick even deeper in my pussy, his strokes are just right. He pounds into me until all I can do is take it.
Until I’m almost on the brink oftears—I’m going tocryhis stroke game is so good. This is baby-making, soul-snatching, toe-curling sex.
It hits me in that moment. Pure, numbing release.
Fromeverything.
The years we’ve fought through the dark and searched for the light, surviving so we can be together again. The sheer happiness from our new start at love and intimacy. And then there’s the third orgasm that rocks through my overwhelmed, overstimulated body.
A strangled cry of pleasure leaves me. Gio only kisses me harder,fucksme harder. He fills every inch of himself into me and retreats again a moment later.
My belly clenches in the moments he leaves me empty. My pussy does the same the next moment he returns, contracting around his hot, thick cock.
Spent and wrecked, I lay folded up, watching him in his full dominance. The many chorded muscles of his body flex and any veins protrude. Sweat gleams off his broad chest and defined abs, never more glorious and masculine than when he’s fucking me.
How I can be so damn turned on and hungry for him—after three orgasms and as he fucks me deep—boggles my mind.
But I want him again.And again.
I torture him, my walls pulsing around him until he can’t take it anymore. He growls and pumps harder into me, gripping my knee and planting his dick inside me as deep as he can. The hot wet feeling of his release fills me up.
In these seconds, he’s lost himself in his pleasure. No sexier sight than my husband in his most primal state.
He collapses on top of me. I guide his face to rest on my chest and rake my fingers through his damp hair, listening to the sound of our heavy breathing. I don’t know the next time either of us will move—and I don’t really care.
This is our new beginning. Our future.
“I wonder if they heard us down below,” I say with a small giggle. I can barely move, nor do I want to, splayed on our bed with the pillows and sheets a mess around us. All energy has been used up for the time being, my limbs practically boneless.
Gio raises himself on his elbow and trails his palm along the swell of my breasts, ever insatiable and eager to feel any part of me. “Most likely,” he answers. “You were screaming so loud, I’m certain all of Vegas heard you.”
“Thousands of miles away.”
