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"Baby, I want you to get off your knees and get into a squatting position." I'm fully expecting her to question my direction, but she doesn't. Instead, once she’s in position, she grabs my cock and rubs it up and down through her wet slit.
"Stop teasing me and put it in."
Her eyes snap to mine and lock before I feel her line me up and slowly start to take me in. My eyes never leave hers. I don't have to tell her what to do next. She slowly starts to bounce, finding the angle that feels best. Her eyes never leave mine, and I'm a goner.
"Baby, you're so fucking sexy. If you want to have a chance of coming again, you're going to have to stop giving me that look."
Her eyes tell me what her heart is screaming, but her head is too stubborn to let the words come out of that pretty mouth. She trusts me, she loves me, and she is irrevocably mine. When her eyes leave mine, it's to look down and watch herself taking me in. It's the hottest thing I've ever seen watching my cock disappear inside of her while that pretty pussy is spread wide for me on full display in this squatting position.
"Shit, Gigi, baby, you need to get there. Rub your clit."
She starts rubbing herself without question as she picks up the pace of her bouncing. Her tits are swaying, her lips are parted, and I can feel her pussy starting to squeeze my dick. I know I said I'd let her lead, but I'm so fucking turned on. When I know she's on the precipice of her orgasm, I grab her hips and slam her down hard as I thrust in deep and shoot ropes of seed deep inside her womb. We both scream out our climax before she falls forward on top of me, careful not to put her weight on my abdomen.
"August, I love you so much."
Her mouth finds mine, and our kiss is rough, raw, stripped-down, and exposed. I know with each pass of her tongue over mine, each nip at my lip, and every suck that she is giving herself to me. When she finally pulls back, it's to roll off of me and lay beside me.
"Sorry, I'm too tired to stay like that baby."
Unable to take it, I roll over onto my side and pull her into me. When she calls me baby, it unravels me. That term of endearment coming from her mouth is like a drug, and I can't get enough. It makes me feel like I mean something to her, as if I’ve finally breached her walls. I know she tells me she loves me, and I believe her, but a nickname that comes without thought from her subconscious means that, without question, I’ve engraved myself on her heart. As much as her conscious might want to convince her to take it slow, be leery, and be on guard, her heart already knows it belongs to me.
A slight groan escapes me from the movement. I'm not in pain. More or less, it feels like I've pulled a muscle in my entire abdomen.
"August, come on, you need to lay flat, the nurse said as much before she left." She's gently trying to nudge me to my back, but I don't budge.
"Gianna, I just want to hold you. Let me hold you, baby, and I promise I’ll roll back over in a little while."
She relaxes back into the pillows, and I can't help but pepper her face with kisses. When her smile fades, I pull back, assuming the reality of the past few days must be coming back to the surface, so I say, "Tell me, baby, let me help you."
"August, I don't think the direction of my thoughts are where you think they are."
Now I'm thoroughly intrigued.
"I want to know regardless. I want to know everything about you, Gigi."
She fidgets with the sheets before saying, "I don't know. It's not something I want to say out loud because it makes me sound insecure, and that's not exactly how I feel."
Now I need to know.
"Gianna, what the hell is it. Tell me."
Her eyes look straight up at the ceiling, avoiding my penetrating glare, and I can tell whatever it might be, it’s uncomfortable for her. Bringing my thumb to her chin, I lightly tilt her head back toward me before kissing the side of her mouth, along her jawline to her ear, where I whisper, "Please." When I hear her exasperated sigh, I lift my head to meet her eyes.
"Sometimes after we finish, I just wish that those moments could be your firsts like they are mine, because for me, they feel like so much more than just sex. I'm not jealous of the fact that you've been with other women before me, it's just that, I don't know. I don't even have words."
"Baby, are you kidding me? Just because I've had other partners doesn't mean they made me feel anything. I've never experienced sex with anyone else the way I experience it with you. You ruined me for anyone else the first time I had you. I knew then you were it for me. Gianna, I don't want to talk about this lying in bed naked with you, but there's never a good time to bring up another woman. I was with Carson since I was sixteen. At that age, all that's on a guy's brain is getting off. We honestly didn't have much sex in the beginning. It wasn't until our senior year of high school that we really started fucking. One night at a party, we took mushrooms, and Carson ended up finding a third to join us. After that party, I never had one-on-one sex with her again. At the time, I thought it was her kink, but now I know it's because she liked women, and I was her cover. Before that, when we would hook up, it was just that: fucking, no kissing, no laying together afterward. Just a quick fuck before putting our clothes back on. I tried to go down on her once to return the favor when we were young. It lasted all of maybe ten seconds before she said, ‘just fuck me.’ For me, that doesn't even count. You are the only woman I have pleasured that way, and I fucking love how you respond to it. Every time I've had you like that is uniquely yours, baby. I've never wanted to do that for anyone else. The way you rode my cock just now was another move that is only yours. I love knowing that sex with me is so much more for you, baby, because it is for me, too. Now that I know how you feel about sharing firsts with me, I'll ensure you have them."
Leaning up, she claims my mouth. Her plump lips coax mine apart so she can dip her sweet tongue inside and rub it against mine. I swear I'll never tire of kissing her. This time when she moves to nudge me to my back, I let her, and once again, she curls up into my side.
"August, I know we should talk about what's happened and what's pending, but if you meant any of the things you've told me, I feel like none of it matters. The results of the blood test don't matter. Elio will stay with me. My mom's results are pointless. Biological mom or not, the woman tried to kill me, Robert's in jail, Eduard is on the run, but I don't think he's after me the way Ethan assumes. Maybe he holds a vendetta because I messed up his plan, but you're just as much to blame for that. If anything, we're both targets in that regard. I don't believe Elio being his really changes anything for him. He already up and abandoned the two kids that he does have with your aunt. I don't think Elio, a kid he never raised, would be a prized possession for him. As far as money goes, I'm not going to lie and tell you that I'm not beyond happy to have it, but I think it's going to take time for that to sink in. I guess I'm saying that if none of what we've been through has phased your feelings about me, and you're truly all in, I'd like to stop talking about everything and move forward. I don't want to wake up tomorrow and discuss it anymore. I just want to be done."
"I meant every word, Gianna. Tomorrow, we'll just move forward. No more looking back." I kiss her forehead and lazily run my fingers up and down her shoulder before slowly drifting off to sleep—content in the fact that I get to be a part of her tomorrow.
Mason
Twelve
6 months later
