Finally safe, I closed my eyes and let him lift me up.
He carried me away. “Now, you’ll always be safe.”
I had no idea where we were going, just that his words were true. With Gio, I would always be safe.
And then I opened my eyes.
Gio’s bedroom was pitch-black. I must’ve slept the whole day away. Moonlight poured through the open window. Snow fell outside, but the whole space was warm, almost hot like a summer day.
For some reason, anxiety seized me until Gio’s scent swarmed around me, calming my nerves, telling my body that everything would be okay. That lush smell filled my lungs.
I blinked, getting a better view of the room and bed. The whole time I’d felt hot. Now, I know why. I was in Gio’s strong arms. They were tight around me.
I’m safe.
The fur blankets were no longer on the bed. Instead, there were silky blue sheets that moved, swaying back and forth like the surface of a rippling pond on a spring day. The cool sheets brushed against my skin, and I realized I had on panties, but nothing else.
When did he take them off?
I raised my head and turned to the clock on his nightstand. The numbers never stayed in one place, moving over and over as if there was no time. Or more like, when I was with Gio, time didn’t matter—nothing mattered, but him and I together.
I lay on my back with Gio wrapped around me, and it was the most wonderful feeling in the world. His warm skin against mine incited my body to come alive, and I craved him more than any man. His head rested against my neck, and his breaths on that sensitive spot drove me insane, wild, and horny. His big hand lounged on my naked breast, teasing and enticing my flesh. My panties moistened.
I squeezed my thighs together for relief and found none. Not one second of calm in the sexual storm raging and thundering inside of me. This ache within my sex was unbearable. Almost painful. I didn’t know if I could wait another second without having him.
I needed him to wake up and play with my nipples, twirl the sensitive points around, suck on them. Molten desire pooled between my thighs. I was a volcano ready to explode, ready to spill all over him. Never had I yearned for someone this much. Never had I been so hungry.
I reached out and ran my hand across his bulging forearm and up his chiseled biceps. He stirred under me and then hummed. I continued my fingers’ journey, caressing his smooth skin, slipping my hand down his side, and then sliding it lower to his hip.
He wasn’t wearing boxer briefs or anything else.
A low groan escaped my mouth. My sex ached. Hungry, I continued moving my fingers lower and lower. I realized he was awake, as he groaned and thrust against me.
“Simone,” he moaned.
The steel-hard ridge of his cock rubbed against my hands.
“Simone.”
Gripping it, I wrapped my fingers around his thick cock. It lay there heavy in my hand, long and ready to give me pleasure.
“What are you doing, Simone?” His cock pulsed in my palm.
“I couldn’t help myself. I’m so sorry.”
“Simone,” he moaned against my neck and thrust his cock into my hand.
“Gio, I crave you,” I whispered.
He kissed along my neck, brushing his lips against my skin, delivering sparks of heat with every spot he touched. His voice was sleepy but deep and filled with sex. “What do you crave, princess?”
I tightened my grip on his cock.
He shuddered under me and groaned.
“I crave you,” I whispered. “Just you.”
“Be careful.”
“I can’t.”
“If I start, I won’t stop.” There was a threat in his deep voice that sent a rush of anticipation through my blood. “Not ever. You’ll be mine.”
I whispered back to him, “Then don’t stop.”
Grunting, he kissed down my neck, moving his big muscular body over mine. In the moonlit room, I couldn’t see all of him. However, my other senses worked overtime trying to remember this moment forever.
He worked his way down my chest, and his cock slipped from my hand. Instantly, I missed gripping that meaty monster, hard and thick and ready for me. But I craved it inside of me, moving in and out, spreading my flesh apart.
He opened my legs, but instead of that hard cock, the slick heat of his mouth touched my sex, shoving me off the ledge.
I gripped the silky bed sheets and moaned. “Gio!”
He licked and sucked, twirled that beautiful tongue all around my clit.
The clock blinked red in and out on the nightstand. The numbers never stopped. They kept going, spinning down over and over.
“Gio!” I moaned again.
And then he moved his mouth away from my sex and positioned his cock between my legs, pushing my thighs apart. Soon, his cock thrusted into me, with no warning, and I exploded all over him, screaming out his name, “Gio! Gio!”