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My pulse throbbed behind my ears. Something passed between us in that moment. I didn’t know what, but it was definitely something I’d never experienced before. Something that both terrified me and excited me. He brought his forehead down against mine before taking my lips in his again, a slow, sensual sweep of my mouth with his tongue. My heart pounded harder and harder with each thing he did. Another orgasm shot through me when he said my name again, and again, and again, tensing above me, grunting with one final thrust before coming down over me with an exhale. I let out an oof sound as his body crashed into mine. He was too heavy for me to move. I froze beneath him. It was something I wouldn’t have normally allowed. I was always on top and when I wasn’t, I didn’t necessarily like to be hovered over too much. Our breaths fell into the same rhythm after a moment, and instead of pushing him away and demanding he get off me, I wrapped my arms and legs around him.
“Hey, Isabel,” he murmured against my neck.
“Yeah?”
“Can we get rid of the fucking moat between us on the bed?”
I laughed loudly, and he squeezed me as he turned us over so we were facing each other. “Yes, Gio.”
His eyes searched mine. “I like it when you call me that.”
“Yeah?” I felt my brows pull in slightly. “I thought you liked it when I said your name.”
“I do, but this makes me feel like you’re finally comfortable with me.” He kissed me again, softly, before getting up and walking over to the bathroom.
I stayed in that position, staring at the pillows. I did feel comfortable with him. It was an odd thing, considering his reputation and the way he discarded women. When he walked back to the bed, he threw the pillows to the other side of the room as he climbed back in and pulled me to his chest, wrapping his arms around me tightly.
“I would never hurt you,” he said against my hair. “You have to know that.”
I nodded against him. I believed him. He made me feel safe, though. Comfortable. He made me feel — period. I should’ve probably been terrified, but I was tired of playing it safe.
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I woke up with Gio’s head between my legs, his tongue lapping my folds and his mouth closing over my clit, sucking. I gasped, sitting up on my elbows as I looked at him, my hand reaching, fingers threading into his hair.
“God, that feels good.” I rocked against his mouth.
He groaned deeply, the sound radiating through me with such force, I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. He swiped the back of his tongue over my clit, his dark eyes meeting mine as I continued to move, unable to stop my hips from rocking. The hand he had gripping my inner thigh moved and he slipped one finger inside of me, pressing his mouth against my clit again. Two fingers, then. My back arched, hips bucking. Three fingers.
“Yes,” he growled against me. “Keep riding me, baby. My hand, my mouth. Keep riding me.”
“Fuck. I’m going to—” I inhaled sharply.
“I know. I got you.” He really started to feast on me then, fingers and mouth finding the exact spots I needed him to press in order to push me over the edge.
The orgasm rolled through me, blinding me for a moment with its power. I was still panting when he moved between my legs, pressing both hands on either side of my head. His forehead tipped mine, and I raised my eyes to his. The way he looked at me was indescribable. I’d tried to put it in words when I sorted out my thoughts and how I felt about him, but it was impossible. It had never been this way for me with anyone, and I knew that to be true for him as well. We were both out of our element here. Somehow, that made me feel better about the situation. We were both figuring it out together, as he’d said we would. He pressed his mouth to my forehead. I reached and grabbed his ass in my hands, squeezing him closer to me, hoping he’d apply pressure where I needed him, but he remained unmoved, a statue above me.
“Gio,” I whispered.
“Give me a moment.” He swallowed, mouth still pressed against my forehead.
I couldn’t imagine what he needed a moment for. He was hard and thick, and the tip of his cock was glistening with precum. The urge to reach out and wrap my hand around him was immense, but I did as he said. He lowered his face, pressing his mouth to the side of my neck, sucking there, licking, biting, still unmoved above me. I started to writhe beneath him. I needed him inside me, needed it like I needed air.
