“Add one more,” I ordered her, my mouth completely dry from desire. She pushed her index finger inside, fucking herself faster, and I saw she was close. “One more.” Her eyes were so dark now, slightly widening in surprise, but she didn’t hesitate to obey me. I jerked myself faster, my dick throbbing hard with the bursting pleasure.
Several moments later I repeated, “One more.”
“Ah! Giovanni!”
She added the fourth finger, the sounds of her moans ripping through the air, and I had to stop jerking if I didn’t want to come right away. She threw her head back and screamed, calling my name at the peak of her pleasure, and I couldn’t breathe. She was too fucking beautiful to watch.
I jumped from the armchair and snatched the condom from the nightstand. I was already on her, pinning her arms below her head with one hand while I guided my cock into her pussy.
“You’re mine, Arianna.” I thrust my cock to the brim, shuddering from the sudden shot of sizzling pleasure.
“Ah! Yes! Yours!”
She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me closer to her, which spurred me to move faster.
“Such a good, warm pussy. I can’t get enough of you.”
I covered her lips with mine and opened her mouth, forcing my tongue inside. Our tongues slid against each other, the raw intensity of our kiss matching the intensity of my cock in her tight warmth, and I knew I was going to come any second.
My balls tightened just as her walls squeezed me, and we both came together, shouting each other’s name in delirium. Once we were finished, I moved off of her and pulled her warm body close to mine.
I’m not sure if it was the wine or the natural attraction we felt toward each other, but once again, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.
There was something different this time around—something far more intimate than the times we’d hooked up before.
Arianna had fallen asleep peacefully in my arms, her face looking so relaxed. I pressed my face to her hair, breathing in her fresh scent. Gently, I kissed the top of her head and wrapped my arms more securely around her.
“I’m not that kind of girl.”
I reflected on what she’d told me earlier. Deep down, I had already known there was something innocent and pure about her when we first met. I supposed that was partially what had brought forward my natural instinct to protect her in the first place. And even when she agreed to go with me to go to a private room, I’d had a feeling it wasn’t something she would normally do. Despite the fact that she looked like a living goddess, there had been and still remained something childlike about her. Back at the club, she had reminded me of a rebellious teenager, wanting to test the waters and just do something daring for the hell of it.
Now I understood why. She had been there for the same reason I had—commemorating her last moment of freedom.
I laughed to myself. How ironic was it that in attempts to seize our last opportunity for a carefree fling, we both had unknowingly given up our last chance to be with other people.
The final opportunity to be with other people?
Was that truly the case? I ran a hand through my hair, startled by the thought. As much as I loved women and had been a self-defined playboy since I was a teenager, never in a million years would I have anticipated being in this position just two weeks ago? When I’d made a deal with my father, I had been thoroughly convinced that this marriage would solely be on paper and hadn’t anticipated on any actual emotional investment.
Yet, as I glanced down at Arianna Marino sleeping peacefully on my chest, it was impossible to ignore or deny how right she felt in my arms.
If I had known who she was back in the nightclub that fateful day, how I would have reacted? Would I have run screaming the other way, or would I have willingly thrown in the towel early? It was hard to think about in hindsight. And although I wasn’t superstitious, I had a feeling that our meeting had been just as destiny planned it. Maybe we had been meant for each other straight from the start.
It made my head spin just thinking about it. Nevertheless, I felt that I honestly could have been content spending every night for the rest of my life in this position, holding her in my arms after making love.
It was startling, but I knew that it was true. I recalled reading somewhere in some silly magazine or other that it took men apparently three dates to know whether they were in love.
Third time’s a charm…
I suppose it wasn’t anything to brag about, but I had virtually lost track of the number of women I’d entertained over the years. They were all varying degrees of beautiful, and I had treated them all well, but from the second they entered my life, I’d always known they were temporary. I just hadn’t been the type to stick around in one place, or with one person, for an extended amount of time.
“Gio—you’re going to have to settle down one day. You know that right?” my mother had said to me repeatedly.
And my reply had always been the same. “Yeah one day, but that day isn’t going to be today, tomorrow, or next week, even. So please don’t hold your breath, Ma.”
And then she would always insist that the day would probably come sooner than I expected, and I would be thrown for a loop when it did.
I had too much pride to tell her just how right she was…