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He ran one hand down the side of her neck, her shoulder, her arm, before resting on her hip.
Gianna wanted to touch him too. She drew her fingertips along his chest, silk over steel, but she hesitated when her hand reached his stomach.
Elio took over, grasping her wrist, pulling it lower. “Wrap your hand around my cock,” he demanded.
Elio’s bedroom tone drove her wild, and she wondered if there was anything he could request in that deep, low voice that she would refuse.
She was pretty sure there wasn’t.
She curled her fingers around his dick and cursed, recalling her lack of sexual research wasn’t just limited to kissing. She’d only seen Sam’s penis before tonight, and it had seemed perfectly respectable.
Elio’s was a bit longer and thicker—God, way thicker.
Liza and Keeley had been sending her links for vibrators and dildos ever since she and Sam broke up, but she’d only hit the buy button on one of them and that was because she’d been three glasses of wine into a pity party.
Most of the links her friends had sent were for toys Gianna had considered so big, they had to be jokes. She’d honestly thought they were just teasing, so most of the time she’d just responded to the texts with the eggplant emoji, along with the shocked-face one.
Then she and that half bottle of Malbec purchased what she’d considered a huge dildo, one that was in her suitcase, still in the package, along with the vibrator Penny had given her for Christmas.
Now, the toys her friends had been suggesting didn’t seem so big at all.
“Still intimidated?” he murmured, though not in a way that felt like he was laughing at her, but more like he was concerned about her.
“A little. But I don’t want to stop,” she hastily added.
“Then we won’t stop.” He shifted his grip from her wrist to her hand, holding it around his thickness. He began moving her hand up and down, showing her just how hard and how fast he liked it.
She heard his breath quicken, a low moan coming from deep in his throat, and she was thrilled to know she could have the same impact on him that he had on her.
As she stroked him, Elio’s lips slipped from her cheek to her ear, nipping the lobe before venturing downward.
He released her hand, leaving her to continue stroking him on her own so that he could cup her breast and suck her nipple into his mouth again.
One second, he was gentle, the next rough. He kept changing the tune, alternating the pace, keeping her on her toes. The contrast was heady, exciting.
“Harder,” she whispered.
Elio stopped sucking on her nipple, releasing it with a pop. “You like the hint of pain, don’t you?” He pinched her nipples as if to prove his point.
Her pussy clenched and she nodded. “I didn’t know I did until now. Everything you’re doing is driving me crazy. In a good way.”
Elio studied her face for just a split second, as if he was trying to decide if she was telling the truth, before placing his lips back around her nipple and giving her exactly what she’d asked for. He sucked hard. Sparks flared to life, flashing beneath her closed eyes, igniting a trip wire that had her entire body pulsing and throbbing with need.
“Please,” she cried out. “God, El.”
He lifted his head, and she saw the same overwhelming desire she felt reflected in his eyes.
Gianna had always been the good girl, the responsible, toe-the-line friend. She’d never done an impulsive, reckless, crazy thing in her life, but with Elio, she felt out of control, wild, wicked.
And she liked it.
He pushed her legs open, kneeling between them just as he had on the floor in front of the fire. She still held his cock in her hand. Elio gently pulled it away, lifting both her hands until he was pressing them to the pillow beneath her head.
“Leave your hands there,” he demanded.
“I want to touch you.”
“And I want you to surrender to me. So that’s what you’re going to do.”
