“Maybe you should find out.” I raise a brow as I spread my legs, earning a huge grin from him. He sticks a single digit in me, quickly finding out how damn wet I am for him.
“Holy shit, woman.” He pulls his finger out and, gripping my hips, lifts me up and onto him, my pussy clenching around his hard length as he fills me completely. It’s been over a year since I felt a man inside me, the last time being when I was raped. I focus on pushing those thoughts away and staying in the moment with the man in front of me, the man who holds my heart.
He must sense something is wrong, because he cradles my face in his hands and says, “Stay with me, Aria. It’s me and you. I love you, baby.”
I nod, my emotions getting the best of me.
“It’s okay,” he coos, wiping the tears away as they fall. “It’s just you and me, for the rest of our lives.”
I nod again, keeping my eyes locked with his. I focus on the soft brown in his eyes, the way they warm up when they find me, like deep chocolate and comfort and happiness all rolled into one beautiful man.
“You’re in control, Aria.” How he knows what I need, I have no clue, but it shouldn’t shock me. He’s always known what I need. His words hit me and all the horrid thoughts are pushed aside, and it’s only Gio and me and our love right here, right now, in this room. My hands go to his shoulders, his to my hips, and I lift my pelvis up slightly, the feeling of his hard dick rubbing me in a way I’ve been craving. “That’s it, baby. It’s all you. Take what you need.”
Gio pulls me into a searing kiss, and our lips and tongues make love as I circle my hips and begin to rock back and forth. I ride his hard shaft slowly, hitting spots I’ve only dreamed of hitting for the last year. This is exactly what I’ve needed for too long. His hands and tongue and dick in me, on me, all over me. I close my eyes and see the bright colors of our future. Blues and pinks and reds replace the gray.
When our kiss ends, I lick my lips, his taste lingering on me, making me want more. His mouth goes to my nipple as he licks and sucks on the hardened tip while one of his hands comes to my other nipple, pinching and pulling it, his touch sending sparks straight to my core. It’s just us. No one else. I can’t believe I ever went this long without him.
My movements turn frantic, my breathing becoming more labored as I ride him harder, deeper, my hips bouncing up and down on his hard length as my orgasm approaches. Gio must feel me clenching around him because suddenly he’s taking over, his hips thrusting against me, hitting my G-spot over and over again until I’m screaming out my orgasm as my pussy explodes with pleasure around his cock, Gio following right behind me. My head drops to his chest in satisfaction. I had no idea how much I needed him until now, and I know in this moment, I never want to live another day without him.
“How soon until you can go again?” I giggle, but I’m serious.
I need more of this man. For the rest of my life.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
GIOVANNI
As much as I would love to stay buried balls-deep in Aria all day, I also want to spend time with her with our clothes on. I want to talk and catch up and find out how she’s been, what she’s been up to. I want to know how school is going. I want to know about everything I’ve missed out on over the last year.
So, after we shower and get dressed, despite Aria’s pouting face, I insist we go to the store so I can cook for her. Over the last year, I can’t even recall how many times I had wished I had gotten to make a meal for her before she left. Now that I’m being given this second chance, I plan to cook for her every day she’ll let me. She agrees, but only if I promise to be her dessert. My hard-again cock and I wholeheartedly agree.
We go to the grocery store and Aria pushes the cart while I fill it with the ingredients I need to make my homemade shrimp and chicken fettucine alfredo. After I order the shrimp from the meat department, I notice Aria has a huge smirk on her face, like she’s trying to hold back her laughter.
“What’s so funny?”
She giggles and shakes her head.
“Tell me, woman!”
“Nothing, it’s just…this is so very domestic of us.”