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When she obeys, my cock twitches again, starting to harden all over again. She’s fucking drenched, dripping, and glossy with arousal, and when she moves her hand down to her entrance, I feel myself throb in anticipation of the sounds her fingers are going to make.
“I’ll buy you some toys soon enough, so you can play with yourself for me,” I promise her. “But for now, two fingers, Gianna. Let me hear it while I watch you fuck yourself. And since you were so shameless as to soak my rug, don’t even think of covering your mouth. Both hands on your pussy, and let me hear you moan.”
She whimpers, her eyes filling with tears of embarrassment and arousal, but the moan that she lets out when she sinks two fingers into her wet pussy, the fingers of her other hand circling her clit, is such a sound of raw pleasure that I immediately draw down my zipper, palming my hardening cock out into the open again.
“So obedient,” I praise her, wrapping my hand lazily around my cock. “I’ll sweeten it with this. You can watch me stroke myself while you play with your pussy. Do you like that?”
Gianna nods, breathless, as she starts to move her fingers. I can see her clenching around them as she thrusts them inside, the wet sound filling the room, and I can already see the dark spot on the velvet beneath her, her arousal dripping down. Her fingers circle her clit, rubbing back and forth, and she moans helplessly again as she pushes her fingers deeply inside of herself, her gaze fixed on my hard cock in my hand.
“Please fuck me,” she whimpers. “Please, I need your cock—”
I shake my head. “No,dolce,” I murmur. “You haven’t been good enough for my cock. Later, we’ll see, if you do this for me. Keep playing with yourself, sweetheart. I love seeing you like this. So wet and needy for me.”
She’s fuckingdrenched. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen a pussy so wet. Her hand is coated in it as she fucks herself with her fingers, and my mouth waters, wanting to lick her to her orgasm. It’s once again a lesson in my own self-control, and I stroke my cock a little more firmly, rubbing my palm over the head as I watch her throw her head back, her hips bucking up into her hands as she works them between her thighs.
“Good girl,” I murmur. “You can come for me whenever you want,bellisima.Make that pretty pussy come for me.”
Her fingers move faster, harder, her right hand pinching and rolling her clit as she moans helplessly. “Can I have a third finger?” she begs, asking just as I hoped she would, and my cock throbs in my hand.
“Yes,” I tell her immediately. “Fill yourself up,bellisima.Make yourself come.”
That third finger does it. She pushes her fingers deeper, twisting against her hands as she moans and cries out, her hand rubbing frantically over her clit. When her legs splay wider, a flood of her arousal drenching her fingers and the velvet beneath her as she comes, I can’t hold back any longer either.
I stride across the room, still stroking, stopping next to her face. “What a good girl,” I murmur. “You deserve another mouthful of my cum, sweetheart, for putting on such a good show. I just couldn’t help myself. Open up, beautiful girl, and hold out your tongue.”
She obeys instantly, her fingers still stroking out the last ripples of her orgasm between her thighs, and when her lips part and her tongue flicks out, I rest my cockhead on it, stroking feverishly. I watch, groaning as white cum streaks over her tongue, as her throat convulses while she swallows it down, moaning as she keeps petting her clit with two fingers, and in that moment, I think I could have died happy.
I’ve never had anything quite like Gianna—and I’m beginning to think I’ve fallen in love with her.
Alessio
The next morning, before the alarm goes off, I’m slowly dragged out of sleep by the feeling of warmth surrounding my cock, the soft flutter of a tongue beneath the head, and the light chill of the air on my chest and thighs. I blink my eyes open to see the sheets tugged down and Gianna curled between my legs, her fingers playing gently along the shaft of my cock while she surrounds the head with her lips, fluttering her tongue. Her eyes dart up to meet mine, and she smiles, letting go of me for just a moment.
“This is what you wanted, right?” she asks softly, and I nod, groaning as I lean back into my pillows.This is a dream. This can’t possibly be real.I’d told her exactly what I wanted, expecting a negotiation or for her to not want to participate in at least some of it, but everything has been what she’s wanted, too. Her lips are still brushing my cockhead, and she looks at me, as comfortable there between my legs as I could possibly desire.
“It’s exactly right,tesoro,” I murmur, reaching down to stroke her hair.
“Do you need to come?” Her fingers trace the throbbing vein along the top of my cock.
“God, yes.” I’m throbbing,aching, harder than I can remember being when I’ve woken up in a long time. “Just like that this morning, I think, sweetheart. Just play with me with your mouth until I come.”
It’s hard to believe it’s real. Gianna does exactly that, stroking and licking and playing with my cock until I let go in her mouth with a deep groan, my cum painting her lips and tongue as she licks it all up and swallows the rest. I roll her over with a growl, spreading her legs and sliding down to devour her until she comes all over my face, and we end up having breakfast in bed after all of that, followed by a leisurely shower. I very nearly end up fucking her in the shower—I haven’t been inside of her again since the morning after I took her virginity, careful to let her recover—but I force myself to wait. I have a long day planned for us, and I don’t want to take too long enjoying each other.
“What are we doing today?” Gianna asks as we make our way downstairs. Her hair is braided in a pretty halo around her head, a few pieces loose, and for once, I’m confident that she has both bra and panties on before we go out. I checked for the latter, slipping my hand under her brightly patterned sundress to check, and then rewarding her by nudging them aside and giving her a few quick kisses to her clit before tugging them back into place and leaving her like that before heading downstairs. I’m already thinking of the things I could surprise her with today, the plans I’ve already made for our honeymoon that she doesn’t know about yet—and all the ways I can spoil her. It’s a feeling that I’ve never had with anyone else, this desire to lavish her with affection and surprises, and I’m enjoying it as much as I know she will.
“I thought we could do some shopping for our honeymoon,” I tell her with a smile as we get into the back of the SUV. The way her eyes widen is instantly gratifying, and she lets out a small squeak of anticipation.
“Our honeymoon? Are you already planning it?” Her hands nearly clap together, and she fidgets in her seat with excitement. “I can’t wait! Where are we going?”
“That’s a surprise until lunch,” I tell her firmly. “But you’ll have some hints. For one, you’re going to want to buy some new bikinis—and I expect you to show me every single one before we choose.”
Her excitement is palpable—and adorable. It makes the trip as much fun for me as it is for her, seeing her eagerly awaiting the day ahead of her. I can’t help but think of the last time we went out together, when I took her to dinner to tell her that Fontana wanted her to be married sooner rather than later, and how different things are now. How much has changed in such a brief time.
I can tell that she’s enjoying showing off for me, too. She parades every single one of the bikinis that she tries on in the first store in front of me, in every color and pattern I can think of, coming out of the dressing room and turning this way and that so I can see every angle. I have half a mind to follow her back into the dressing room and fuck her in one of them—especially after one, in particular, that’s a few scraps of black fabric held together by gold chains and not much else—but I manage to keep myself from getting us both in trouble, remembering that soon enough I’ll be able to fuck her in it overlooking the beach from our resort.
“Some new clothes too, I think,” I tell her when we leave, after buying her five of her favorites and mine—including the one with the gold chains. “And shoes. Is there anything else you need?”
Gianna’s eyes are sparkling—I can tell she’s enjoying every bit of this. “What are you offering?” she asks teasingly, holding onto my arm as she goes up onto her tiptoes, kissing me sweetly. “You’re spoiling me, Alessio.”
