Page 81 of Because I Need You
“Fuck.” I set my hands on his shoulders, gripping the suit jacket he still had on. “Take this off.”
He stepped back and obliged, kicking his shoes out of the way and shrugging out of the blazer. I worked on the buttons of his shirt while he took his pants off. We were in a lust-filled craze as we ripped at each other’s clothes, kissing in between each item we tossed aside. He grabs my breasts, massaging them in his hands as he leans forward to lick a trail up my neck. A shiver rolls through my entire body.
“I’m going out of my mind for you,” he said below my ear before taking my earlobe into his mouth and sucking. He moved back to my breasts again, taking each nipple into his mouth and sucking, biting. I gripped his shoulders, sinking my nails into his shoulder blades. He sucked harder. I threw my head back with a moan and he let go of my nipples and started sucking on my exposed neck, one hand moving to cup me between my legs, sliding his fingers up and down my folds. “Now that I have you, I don’t even know where to start.”
“Anywhere,” I breathed, grinding against his fingers. “God, that feels good.”
He took my mouth into his again, still moving his fingers as he turned us and guided me down to the bed, an edge to his expression as he watched me and continued to move his fingers, dipping one, then two, inside of me, before bringing them out and running them through my folds, to my clit. I began to move against his hand again, chasing the pleasure that was building.
“I want you to fuck my mouth like this,” he said, voice low and gruff, adding another finger, pushing against my clit, sucking on my chest. It was all too much at once. The orgasm crashed into me like an unexpected wave. Gio didn’t relent. He moved down my body and gripped my ass as he lifted me off the bed, putting his mouth where his hands had just been.
My hands found his hair and tugged as I shook. “I can’t.”
Lick.
“Gio. I can’t,” I said, legs shaking, core clenching.
He sucked my clit, groaning against me as the second orgasm hit me. He licked around his mouth as he set me down, a wild look in his eyes as he watched me come down from the orgasm. He left me briefly to take off his boxer briefs, and I sat up on me elbows to look at him. He was truly a marvel of a man, chiseled and hard and huge. He reached into his nightstand and pulled out a condom, ripping it with his teeth as he moved back between my legs, but I sat up quickly, grasping his shaft with my hand and stroking it. His fingers sank into my hair, gripping and pulling me up so we’re both on our knees, my hand still moving between us. He stared into me as his breathing deepened, his hand gripping tighter with each stroke. He leaned in, crashing his mouth to mine in a punishing kiss that feels like it’ll instantly leave a bruise. I kissed him back with the same intensity, tasting myself on his mouth as I stroked him, his grip in my hair making my eyes prick with hot tears. It hurt, but it also felt so good. After another stroke, I leaned in and licked the tip.
“No. Fuck no.” He growled, yanking my hair back so that I couldn’t put my mouth on him. If you do that, I’ll come right now.”
My breathing quickened at his words, at the realization that this man wanted me that badly. I licked my lips as I watched him roll the condom over himself. He leaned back into me, kissing me again, lying me down on my back as he pulled my legs up to settle between them. He gave no warning before thrusting in, deep and hard. I heard a scream rip out of me as I arched my back at the feel of him as he stretched me.
“That’s right. Scream for me, baby. Let everyone know you’re mine.” He fucked me harder then, his cock so deep inside me, that I could barely breathe, let alone utter coherent words, but scream, I did. Another orgasm tore through me, this one shaking my entire body against him. When I opened my eyes, I shuddered again because he was looking at me with an expression I’d never seen on his face. Open, vulnerable, so fucking scary, because it felt different. It made me feel different. He moved in slow thrusts, sucking the tips of my fingers as I lowered them from his hair, kissing the backs of my thighs as he rearranged my legs, setting them down on the bed, keeping his movements slow and gentle. “You feel this, Isabel,” he whispered, “I know you fucking feel it.”
