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“Holy shit!” Gianna’s hands found his hair again, gripping it as he ran his tongue along her slit. He pressed his tongue inside her pussy, and Gianna reared up, in surprise or perhaps excitement. Elio lifted his head, capturing her gaze.
“Sam didn’t really…like to… He didn’t do that very often. Or like…ever.”
Elio nodded slowly. “Gianna?”
“Yeah?”
“Sam was an idiot.”
The pleased smile she gave did funny things to his heart. He found himself wanting to find more ways to put that smile on her face, to make her happy.
He lowered his head once more, and this time Gianna was prepared as he thrust his tongue in and out of her, as far as he could reach. With his thumb, he rubbed her clit, increasing her arousal, loving the way Gianna didn’t hold anything back. She told him with her words and her moans everything he needed to know.
She was close, so he lifted his head, replacing his tongue with two fingers.
“Oh my God,” she breathed, her hips rising and falling in time with the thrusting of his fingers. She was so tight, and Elio went light-headed as he imagined how fucking good she was going to feel around his cock.
“El!” she gasped, reaching for his wrist, trying to stop him. “Too good.”
“Let go,” Elio said, driving his fingers in deeper, faster.
“I…it’s too much. I’m…fuck!” Her back arched as she came, her pussy muscles clenching hard against his fingers.
Elio didn’t let up, determined to draw every ounce of pleasure he could from this orgasm. She needed it. She fucking deserved it.
She jerked at the initial impact of her climax, then shuddered several times more as the aftershocks pulsed through her. Finally, he slowed his motions when he felt her body go limp.
Gianna groaned when he pulled his fingers out, her gaze locked with his as he licked her juices off each digit.
“Fuck,” she whispered. “How are you so hot?”
Elio chuckled. “Let’s move this party to the bed.”
Chapter Seven
Gianna was too boneless to move, let alone stand up. Not that Elio was giving her a choice in the matter. He reached for her hands, pulling her to a sitting position, then to a standing one. He wrapped his arm around her waist, offering some much-needed support.
The effects of the alcohol were waning, so it wasn’t the tequila that had her stumbling. It was that orgasm.
All she could think was what the fuck was that? She’d come before…loads of times. But it had never—NEVER—hit her like that.
“You okay?” Elio asked, looking equal parts concerned and pleased. He knew exactly what he’d done to her.
She nodded. “So okay.”
Elio gave her a quick, sweet kiss on the cheek. “Good. Because we’re nowhere near finished.”
The two of them moved to the bed as one, stopping when they reached it. Elio cupped her cheeks and kissed her. For such a gentle touch, it packed a punch. Gianna slipped her arms around his waist when he deepened the kiss. She fell into it, into him, as minutes passed, the two of them simply kissing, tasting, sharing each other’s air.
“I love kissing you,” she confessed, when they finally parted.
Elio pulled back the covers, then gestured for her to climb in.
She did so, surprised when he made no move to follow her. Or to even to take off his jeans.
“Elio?”
“I need to ask, Gee. We’ve had a lot to drink tonight. I love kissing you too. And if you want, we can just keep doing that. This doesn’t have to go any further. I don’t want to do anything you might regret tomorrow.”
