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There was that voice again. And just as she suspected, she responded to it, giving him exactly what he asked for.
“Surrender?” she murmured.
“Have you ever been tied up in bed?” he asked.
Gianna shook her head. She and Sam had established a solid sex routine early in their relationship, and no part of that routine ventured into kinky areas.
“Ever been spanked?”
“No,” she whispered, though she liked the idea of that a lot.
“Sixty-nine?”
“We tried that a few times, but it was kind of awkward.”
“Anal?”
“God no,” she exclaimed, and he chuckled.
“Did the two of you use toys on each other?”
“No. Sam and I didn’t really stray too far from the missionary or doggie-style positions. I bought a dildo after we broke up, but it was a totally wine-fueled purchase,” she confessed, wishing she could suck the words back in. She was honest-to-a-fault, something Grandma said would be an admirable quality if it wasn’t so damned annoying. Of course, it wasn’t like Gianna had much of a choice. She was the world’s worst liar—blushing and stammering and failing to establish eye contact. She’d learned early on it was easier just to tell the truth.
“Is that right?” Elio said, way too interested in what she hadn’t meant to say. “You didn’t by any chance bring it with you, did you?”
“I’m pleading the fifth on that,” she said, perfectly aware that her face was probably blood red and answering the question without her having to confess. Because she had brought it. A last-minute, impulsive act, driven by the fact it had been sitting on top of her dresser for over a month, taunting her, daring her to try it. Since she had viewed her trip to the cabin as her chance to turn over a new leaf, she’d decided the new and improved Gianna should be a sex toy girl.
“Okay,” he said, letting her off the hook easier than she expected. Until he added, “But we’re revisiting that question later.”
She decided to lead them back to safer territory. “I should add that while I don’t have a lot of experience, I would like to try all those things you just said. Except for the, you know, butt stuff.”
Elio gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. “Tonight, we’re going to stick with what you know.”
She grimaced. “That sort of defeats the point of going to bed with you.”
Elio laughed. “I’ll try to make it memorable for you without all the bells and whistles.”
Before she could persuade him to at least consider the spanking or the bondage—she’d packed a couple of scarves that would work great—Elio gripped his dick, running the head of it along her slit, up and down her opening, without giving her what she wanted, what she needed.
“Push inside me,” she said, issuing her own demand.
He continued teasing her as if she hadn’t spoken at all. “You’re so wet, so hot. God, do you know how good you’re going to feel? How do you want it, Gianna? Slow, hard, rough, gentle…?”
Her response came easily because she didn’t need to think about it. She’d spent eleven years in a comfortable relationship that she was just now realizing was completely passionless.
Elio could offer her so much more.
She was facing a lot of long, lonely months, despite Liza’s best intentions. So this had to count. “I want to feel it. Not just now, tonight, tomorrow, or next week. I need you to take me hard enough to last until…”
“Until?” he prompted.
“Just until,” she said, uncertain what she was waiting for exactly.
“Until,” he repeated, thrusting inside her, one hard, deep drive that took him to the hilt.
She winced because it hurt, filling her well past her limits, until it didn’t. Her body adjusted as he held still within her.
Hell, her body didn’t just adjust. It took over.
