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“Is this what you want, Princess? My mouth between those beautiful legs of yours?”
I nod, and he smirks.
“You only need to ask, sweetheart.”
Our eyes lock. When I remain silent, he quirks his eyebrow.
It’s not lost on me that he gave me a new wardrobe, a weekend getaway in the Caribbean, a nurse and a doctor for my sister, Christmas lunch, and God knows what without me asking, yet he wants me to beg for the one thing we both want. We crave.
Our silent duel stretches, and I fight the urge to moan as every ripple is getting me closer to the precipice. My chest heaves and my arms shake as I lean onto my elbows more, trying to gain some control.
His dominance sucks up all the air. Everything has been going according to his rules. His expectations. His limitations. Even wild with desire, I can’t let him win this one. I’m not begging, even though my body screams for him.
“Maybe you should ask nicely if I’ll let you eat my pussy.” My voice is not as confident as the request itself, but the question empowers me, regardless.
Something dark passes through Gio’s face, and for a second I almost beg, fearing that instead of fucking me, he’ll drown me. But then something akin to admiration settles on his face.
“Would you allow me the honor of fucking you with my mouth, my fingers, and my cock, Princess?” The need in his voice spreads through me like a wildfire.
“I thought you’d never as—” I lose my voice, my sanity, my thoughts. Myself. As he dives in and eats me like I am the most decadent dessert on Earth.
His firm hold on my hips. His talented tongue. The gentle splashing around us. The soothing sun. My mind offers only disjointed fragments of this moment as I become liquid.
Only feelings. Only heat. Wanton desire.
He sucks, licks, grazes his teeth in all the right places. I writhe and thrash, trying to escape the sensual overload. The last rays of sunshine tickle my skin, but it might as well be the middle of a cold night because nothing else exists, just this man.
His name leaves my lips as I scream my way through a steamroller of an orgasm, but Gio doesn’t stop prolonging my pleasure.
He kisses me gently on my thighs, up my navel, around my nipples as I slowly come down, completely languid, limbless. He scoops me up with care and easily walks out of the pool.
I bury my face in the crook of his neck, completely blissed out.
“Where are we going?” I murmur.
“To get condoms.”
He pads through the living room down the hallway to the master bedroom, leaving a trail of wet footprints. Without finesse, he drops me on the bed.
“Hey, I’m wet.”
He pounces on me. “I hope so.”
We grin for a moment, the heaviness of his body on me comforting and safe.
“Fuck me senseless, Mr. Cassinetti.”
He smirks, reaches to the nightstand’s drawer and pulls out a large box. My eyes widen, but I don’t ponder over the quantity of condoms. I snatch one from him. “Let me.”
I rip the package open with my teeth and sit up.
Gio’s gaze slides over my skin like a honeyed wrap. I sheath his cock, slowly sliding the condom over the impressive girth. Okay, he’s fucking big.
“Don’t worry, Princess, we’ll fit perfectly.” He picks up on my hesitation.
We’ll fit perfectly.I don’t think he meant more than fucking, but somehow it feels like he did. Might have. I don’t get a chance to explore the statement further, because he lays me back and hovers above me before he hooks his arms under my knees, raising them over his shoulders, and fills me to the hilt.
We both groan. He was right.
