Unable to help it, my legs begin to fall open by themselves and his fingers trail over my panties, and with his lips locked on mine he slides them down and takes them off.
His fingers trail through my swollen lips and I whimper as my toes curl. Oh God.
He sits and pulls me up by the hand and lifts my dress over my head and then reaches around and undoes my bra behind my back. It unlatches first go.
He’s done that before.
Stop it.
I push the distressing thought from my mind and lie back down as he pulls the blankets back up, protecting us from the world.
His hand trails up and over my breasts and down between my legs. “So beautiful.”
“Do you know how much I think about you?” he murmurs against my lips. “Every day, all day. Every night I touch myself imagining that it’s you.” He slides his finger deep into my sex, my mouth falls open as we stare at each other.
His thumb dusts my clitoris as he adds another finger and I feel something building deep inside. “Oh,” I whimper as my hand goes to his forearm. I can feel the muscles in it flexing as he works me.
“You like that, baby?”
I nod as my legs fall wider. If I could answer him, I would. But I can’t. I’m too preoccupied with having the best time of my life.
His fingers get deeper, stronger and my body begins to writhe beneath him. “Giuliano,” I whimper, I need. “Oh…God.”
“Fuck,” he whispers. “You feel so fucking good.” Our kiss turns frantic as he rolls me onto my back, his head drops and he takes my nipple into his mouth.
My hands go to his hair…oh.
He sucks and nips at me and then his mouth trails lower. “Giuliano…no.”
“It’s okay,” he reassures me.
“I don’t know….” I stop myself because I really want to do what he wants to do, but this is all so full on.
“I’ve got you.” He kisses my lower stomach. “I need this.”
Why would anyone need to do this?
Men are fucking weird.
Oh God, I scrunch my eyes shut as he goes lower and kisses me there.
I hold my breath as my heart thumps hard in my chest.
He kisses me again as he spreads my legs around his body, he gently licks me there and I nearly bounce off the bed.
Fuck.
Fuck.
He licks me again and my legs curl up around his head and he smiles into me. “Relax.”
“How the hell am I supposed to relax with you doing that?” I whisper.
“Lie back and enjoy it.” He sits up and rearranges me and puts my hands above my head and then with his eyes locked on mine, his tongue swipes through my open sex, his eyes close in ecstasy and as I watch him I float into a subspace.
Trust rolls over me and I feel a sense of calm.
This is nothing like what I ever imagined, he takes his time worshipping me, my back arches off the bed as he brings me closer and closer.
I begin to shudder hard and deep and I reach for him. “I need….”
“I know.” He slides up over me and we kiss, a tangled mess of tongues and arms and my taste on his lips and fucking hell.
“Condom,” he says as if reminding himself out loud, he climbs out of bed and shuffles through his jeans. He rolls on a condom and crawls back over me and lifts my legs around his waist, his hard cock slides through my sex as we stare at each other. “I’ve been waiting for you,” he whispers.
I smile up at him in awe.
“To feel like this.” He kisses me softly.
I take his face in my hands as I smile against him. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
He slides deep into my sex, he meets resistance and I whimper. “Ow….” My grip on his shoulders tightens. “Jules.”
“Are you alright?”
He’s big.
I nod, but I really don’t know. Ouch, that smarts.
“Nearly there, sweetheart.” He circles his hips to loosen me up as I close my eyes to block out the burn. “Look at me,” he pleads.
I open my eyes, he kisses me softly with such beautiful tenderness.
“Do you know how perfect you are to me?”
My eyes well with emotion, this is fairy tale love, the kind you read about in storybooks
“Relax,” he pleads with another soft kiss.
I let my guard down a little and he pushes forward and in a sharp movement slides in deep. “Oh…,” I whimper.
He smiles as his lips drop to my neck,
“You seem pretty pleased with yourself,” I whisper.
“I am.” He pulls out and slides in deep and we stare at each other as we do it again and again and this doesn’t feel sleazy or dirty. It feels natural, like I was born to do this with him.
He’s mine.
Then we begin to build, both lost to our own arousal, and pretty soon we are hard at it, he holds himself up on straightened arms as his body rides mine with force. His knees are wide and perspiration dusts our skin and oh my God, this is perfection.
The bed begins to thump. “Sshh,” I remind him.
He drops down to lie close and kisses me tenderly as we fall silent.
“Promise me that it will always be like this between us,” I whisper as we kiss and I shudder hard as something happens deep inside and then he holds my two legs back and I feel him jerk deep inside of me.
“I promise.”
We kiss again.
“I love you, Francesca,” he whispers.
I smile as I’m overcome with emotion. “I love you too.”
Giuliano
Laughter echoes around through the forest, the group I sit with loud and jovial. I sit to the side, slightly detached, completely alone.
Six days feels like a lifetime.
It’s Friday night, late. Two a.m. We’ve been to a party, and now a group of us are drinking by the lake at one of the girls’ holiday house.
I haven’t seen Francesca for six days and six long nights, I didn’t call her tonight, as bad as I wanted to. It only makes me miss her more.
I know it’s not her fault and I know that I knew the conditions before we started. But when I’m out at a party and my friends are all with their girls, I want to be with mine.
“You’re quiet tonight,” a voice says as I feel someone sit down on the grass beside me.
I glance up to see Mary, we used to be a thing. “Am I?”
“Anything I can help with?” She gives me a sexy smile and raises an eyebrow and I instantly know what she wants to help me with.
“No.” I sip my beer and stare straight ahead. “I’m good.”
She rubs her hand up my thigh. “I miss us.”
I puff air into my cheeks and instantly hate myself. Francesca opened a can of worms last week, or should I say the worm. I’m suddenly a sexual deviant, walking around hard and dreaming of her beneath me. Everywhere I look, everything I feel, everything I want, revolves around ejaculating. I’ve watched that much porn this week that it’s a wonder I’ve got any skin left on my dick.
“Do you want to go for a walk?” she whispers as she rubs her fingers over my crotch. My cock twitches under her touch.
Fuck, this isn’t good.
I instantly stand. “I’ve got to go.”
“Where to?” She frowns. “The night has just begun.”