Giovanni didn’t let her go as he worked her hand up and down his length. She felt him, taking her sweet time to become accustomed to how it felt to finally touch him, to feel him.
She loved the feel of his cock within her palm.
How was this possible? Her mother told her she had to endure tonight. There was no fighting this need, this impulse.
It came to her naturally.
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Giovanni was so close to release.
Imagining this moment for the past three years hadn’t helped matters. This was a dream come true for him.
“Do you have any idea how good that feels?” he asked. “How long I’ve wanted to feel you touching me like this?”
He used both of his fingers to tease either side of her swollen nub. She was soaking wet, and he knew with the right guidance, Valentina would flourish beneath his touch. Her body and soul were made for this. To fuck and be fucked. They were so right for each other.
She started to pump his dick, working him. He felt his coming orgasm, but he wasn’t going to let go in the shower.
Even though he wanted more than anything to take her virginity in his own damn time, without randy old men waiting in anticipation, he also knew Leonardo was waiting for an opportunity to strike.
If Leonardo so much as doubted Giovanni’s claim to Valentina’s virginity, then tomorrow might see Giovanni without a wife.
This was a tradition he had to see through. One he would more than make up for during their time together. He never wanted her to be afraid, but open and honest. He couldn’t stand the marriages he saw day in, day out in their circle. Women with constant mottled bruises or broken limbs. The mistresses who lived a better lifestyle than the wives.
Giovanni already cherished his woman. He had wanted her for a long fucking time. Even before she had been considered broken. That was never going to change.
She gasped his name, and he continued to stroke her pussy, wanting her to find her release. After putting his hand back on her tit, he pinched the nipple between his finger and thumb, teasing her, drawing out her pleasure. Her grip tightened on his dick, and she settled back against him so he could feel the heat of her touch him.
Pressing his face against her neck, he flicked his tongue against her pulse, wanting to take her right now, to show her everything he wanted to do to her, but he held himself in check. It would be so easy to lose control.
“Giovanni,” she said, panting.
He knew she was close, and he didn’t stop teasing her clit, drawing out her pleasure. She came as he thrust her over the edge, hearing her silent cry. His name spilled from her lips as she lost control. The only way this could have been more perfect was if he got her to do it in front of a mirror. Then he’d be able to watch her.
She was going to drive him wild with all the things he wanted to share with her.
Never had he felt so drawn to a woman. He waited for her to come down from her orgasm before letting her go. Then he picked up the soap and washed her body.
She still held his dick, and he released her.
Valentina spun toward him, and he cupped her face and kissed her like he had wanted to in church, but had shown her respect in front of their families. He slid his tongue across her lips. Much to his surprise, she opened up, and he plundered inside, tracing her mouth.
She wrapped her hands around his neck, pressing her body against his, and he felt so utterly consumed with need. After breaking from the kiss, he bent down and picked up the soap he’d dropped in his desperation to kiss her, and began to wash her body.
He didn’t take his time. Now was not the time to explore every single inch of her, even though he wanted to. With her body thoroughly washed, he grabbed the shampoo, poured some into his palm, then rubbed it into her hair and scalp.
She groaned. The deep sound made his cock ache.
Soon, he was going to have those lips wrapped around his dick as he got her to moan. He might even lick her pussy as she sucked his cock. So many possibilities, and he had to be patient to try them all.
Once he’d rinsed the shampoo out of her hair, he moved on to the conditioner. He was about to leave the shower when Valentina took his hand and stopped him from going anywhere.
“It’s your turn,” she said.
To reach for the soap, she had no choice but to press her body against his. He wanted to argue with her, but at the same time, he wanted those hands on his body.
Was that such a bad thing?