I DON’T KNOW WHERE THE FUCK these words are coming from. How does she get me to feel this way? I stand and head to the dining room table, wondering how the rest of the night will go. My dick is so hard, I can barely walk. Damn, that woman gets my blood moving. She’s so beautiful, but so damaged. A week ago, I thought I would just fuck her for a few weeks and leave town. Now, all I can think about is getting her to feel safe with me. As much as I want her physically, I’m realizing how much I want the rest of her, too. I don’t know how or why this is happening, but I do like it. I’ve never felt so excited about a woman in my life. Never. Fucking blows my mind.
I refill my glass before grabbing the bottle and joining Gio, giving myself a little more time to think. I meant what I said. She makes me feel good. She makes me want to fix what’s hurting her. I shake my head. How I’m gonna do it? I have no fucking idea.
I turn back and watch her for a moment, as she stares out into the night sky, looking like she’s deep in thought. She runs her index finger over the mouth of her wine glass and licks her lips. Jesus Christ, how will I make it through the night without jumping her?
Silently, I sit beside her and fill her glass.
“It’s a beautiful night,” I observe.
“It is. Especially up here.”
“I agree.”
She glances at me, and I’m dying to know what’s on her mind.
“Can I trust you, Antonio?”
“Haven’t I proven that already?”
“No, I mean…” She takes a deep breath. “I know this won’t be forever and that’s okay. I just need to know that while you’re here, while you’re in my life, you won’t hurt me.”
“Giovanna, I will do everything in my power not to hurt you.”
“I believe you.” Surprising me, she chugs her entire, very full glass of wine, straight down. Smiling, she says, “Make me feel good.”
“Now?”
“Now.”
Holy fucking shit.
“You’re sure? I don’t want you to do something you’re going to regret.”
“Honestly, I’d regret missing this moment with you.”
I lift her hand to my lips and kiss it. Where should I take her? To the bedroom? No, here is good. Music playing, the fireplace going. It’s romantic. Fuck. What do I know about romancing a woman? All I know how to do is tear off her clothes, bang her for ten minutes, then leave. It can’t be like that with Giovanna. I don’t want it to.
“Did you change your mind?” she asks.
“God, no. I just want it to be special.”
She smiles. “I’m not a virgin.”
“Well, that’s good news.” I grin. “Come here.”
I stand up and offer my hand to her, then pull her close when she takes it, sinking my fingers in her hair. She looks up at me, expectation in her eyes. I almost can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe she said yes. I want this to be the most amazing night of her life. In fact, if I want a second night, it better be.
I lean down and kiss her gently at first, enjoying the softness of her lips. She opens her mouth to me, and I dive in. As we kiss, she presses her body into mine. Oh yeah, this is gonna be good. Still kissing, I lead us in front of the fireplace and sink to my knees, running my hands down the length of her body as I do. Her hair hangs down, and she scoops it up and puts it behind her. Now I have a perfect view of her face.
I pull off my sweater, and I swear she sighs. Good sign. Reaching forward, I unbutton her jeans. Her chest is heaving, and I cannot wait to get her out of her clothes. The reality has to be even better than I imagined. She helps me out by tugging off her own sweater, revealing the red lace of her bra. Her gorgeous tits are barely contained, and somehow, my dick gets even harder. I rise up to unhook it and release them. Now it’s my turn to sigh.
“You are so beautiful, Giovanna,” I whisper.
She responds by running her fingers through my hair. I inch her jeans down, enjoying the slow reveal of her tiny panties, and help her step out of them. I run my fingers over the lacy material and grin as she flinches under my touch. I want to do something for her I never do. Yeah, I definitely do.
I pull the panties off and sit back for a moment, just experiencing her amazing body. She doesn’t move, doesn’t try to cover up, isn’t bothered by my lustful stare. She knows she’s fucking hot.
I run my hands over her smooth thighs, gazing into her eyes. “I want to taste you, beautiful girl.”
I smile as goose bumps suddenly pop up all over her skin. She smiles back.
“I’m yours to taste.”
Parting her legs, I move closer, brushing my lips over her skin. The inside of each thigh, her stomach, down over her belly button, then finally, that delicious looking spot begging me to dive in.
I flick my tongue out over her clit, watching her react. She grabs my shoulders and sighs, relaxing against me.
“Hold on, gorgeous.” She steadies herself as I lift one leg up and over my shoulder. Perfect. I bury myself between her legs, licking and nibbling the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen with abandon. This is something I save. Something I don’t give freely. To me, it’s more intimate than just a quick fuck. There’s something different about her. Something that makes me want to pull out all the stops. She deserves my all. Everything I’ve got.
“Oooh,” she moans, softly, encouraging me to go deeper, harder. I dig my fingers into her ass, pulling her even closer. She tastes amazing, sweet and fresh, just as I expected. I want her to come. I want to her to scream. I want her to know that I made her feel like this.
She claws my shoulders, and I love it. I wonder if she knows how fucking hot she looks right now with her head thrown back, her skin pink from lust, her breathing hard. Does she know she’s the most beautiful woman in the world?
“Ooh,” she whispers, “Oh God, yes. Oooh, so good.”
She’s close. I know it. I slide one, then two fingers inside of her while sucking hard on her clit. She cries out and grinds against my tongue as she explodes from her orgasm. It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
When it’s over, she leans forward, panting, resting her hands on her knees. She looks at me, grinning from ear to ear.
“You’re fucking incredible.”