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“Fuck. Just as I thought. A perfect, pink pussy,” he whispered, and I slammed my legs together on hearing his filthy words. His eyes travelled up to my mortified face and he held my gaze. “Ah ah. Don’t you dare hide yourself from me. Open your legs bambola.”
My heart was pounding in my ears and my body felt like it was burning up. How was he doing this to me? Yet, I found myself following his command. Opening my legs wide once more. “I need to taste you,” he muttered as he leaned down on the seat and sank his head between my thighs.
“Giovan- Oh my god!” I breathed as I felt my aching clit throbbing against his greedy tongue. Of course, he was really good at this. Flicking my clit with ruthless precision over and over and then sucking it into his mouth before returning to his skillful rhythm.
My back arched against the cold stone wall and I gripped his black hair in my hand, eyes fixed on the door because someone could walk in at any moment. I moaned loudly when he increased his pace and I dug my heel into the seat. Oh my god, I was going to come already. I could feel it building like a volcano about to erupt. My breathing was coming out in short, sharp pants and moans and when I felt Giovanni’s strong hands grab my hips and pull me into his face more, I fell over the edge of pleasure. I cried out his name as my thighs trembled around his head. After a few more slow licks, he raised his head with a smug expression, but his eyes still held that dominance and hunger.
Just at that moment, the door swung open, and a waiter waltzed in as Giovanni sat up right and I quickly squeezed my thighs together and turned towards the table. If he took one look at my sated face, he would know. He would fucking know what we had just done. Giovanni put his firm hand on one of my knees under the table and rubbed my skin with his thumb, causing a spike of need to ripple through me again.
The waiter said something to Giovanni in French, and I am pretty sure Gio just asked for the bill. Once he was gone, he turned to me and that look was back. The one that told me he wasn’t done with me yet.
“You taste fucking divine bambola and we need to leave. Now.”
He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the booth as I stumbled on my heels. My legs felt like jelly. “Can I have my knickers back first?” I hissed at him and he smirked over his shoulder.
“No.”
I rolled my eyes as we left the restaurant and the cold night air hit me in the little clothing I had on. I shivered and he looked down at me instinctively.
“Are you cold?”
I nodded. He suddenly bent down and scooped me up over his shoulder effortlessly and started marching back up the hill towards the lodge. “Giovanni! What are you doing?”
“Getting us home quickly... for more reasons than one,” his voice held promises that made my stomach flip and when a firm smack landed on my ass cheek, I yelped, causing him to chuckle deeply.
The anticipation grew as the familiar cabins came into sight. That meant we were nearly there. I was about to have sex with Giovanni Buccini! My insanely hot boss! Oh my god! The nerves were starting to build and panic was setting in as he took two steps at a time up to the front door. He placed me on my feet and looked down at me heatedly. I had to warn him. That even though I wanted it more than anything, I might not be able to do this.
“Giovanni. I- When I-“ I tried to start but my words failed me.
“What is it?” He asked with concern.
“Whenever I’ve tried to go all the way, I always end up having a panic attack. Flashbacks,” I mumbled, looking down at my hands. He lifted my chin with his finger and thumb and stared deep into my eyes.
“It’s okay. You will think of nothing but me and how good I am making you feel, Bambola. I am going to look after you tonight,” he breathed, and then leaned down to capture my lips. This kiss was gentle and sweet and I felt all my worries melt away.
I've Got You
Olivia
The kiss didn’t stay sweet and gentle for long. Soon all my inhibitions were gone and I jumped up into his arms, circling my legs around his hips as he squeezed my ass cheeks through my dress. Our lips were fighting for more of each other, panting heavily through our kisses so we didn’t have to stop for breath. I had never felt anything like this before. Such intense passion. And it wasn’t just because of the insane build up of sexual tension between us that was about to come to a head, because I am pretty sure I will want this man just as intensely again and again.
I was vaguely aware of Giovanni kicking the front door shut with his foot and moving us along the ground floor towards the stairs. Suddenly, I felt a hard surface against my back, and I broke away from his lips to see he had stopped at the bottom of the staircase as his lips devoured my neck, causing me to moan. He pushed his hips into me, making his rock-hard erection press against my soaking and still naked centre and I gripped his hair in my hand.Oh my god.His head was in the crook of my neck, biting at my skin, and his hands were roaming my body, setting me ablaze with every touch, caress and squeeze.
“Fuck Gio! I want you so badly.” Was that my sultry voice?
He pulled out of my neck and looked down at me with half-closed eyes and parted lips. “I am yours, bambola.”
He moved us away from the wall, gripping my ass once again, and took two steps at a time up to the first floor. Our lips were locked in a fierce kiss as he entered his bedroom and slammed the door shut behind him. He broke away from me and lowered me to the floor carefully.
My chest was rising and falling in shallow breaths, and I instantly craved his touch again when he stepped back. He never took his eyes off mine as he reached for the door lock and turned it. My eyes flickered down to his hand and then back up to his face. I suddenly registered why he wanted me to see him do that. He was reassuring me that no one else could enter. It was just us.
“Take off your dress,” His voice was low and my core tightened. “But don’t take your eyes off me, bambola.”
It felt as though I was under his spell as my hands moved to the back of the dress and I tugged down the zip slowly. There was no need to wear a bra in this dress, so as soon as it fell to my ankles, I was standing completely naked in front of him, only in ridiculous high heels.
His eyes raked down my body hungrily and they blazed with desire. He was taking his time to admire every inch of my form and, instead of making me feel insecure or embarrassed like I had felt with other men, it made me feel empowered. The way he was drinking me in was as if I was the most heavenly thing he had ever seen.
“Sei così fottutamente bella,” he growled in Italian, and although I had no idea what he said, I knew beautiful was one of the words. Oh wow. I think I just had a mini orgasm.
