Super G

by Pepper Pace

  When he finally reached the exclusive floor he cursed to himself. Her shoes were in the corridor as if she had kicked them off. He quickly retrieved them and then knocked on the penthouse door.

  “Sidney. It’s Gio. Can I come in?” He had a key but he wouldn’t invade her privacy. He knocked again. “I won’t come in unless you invite me in…even though you know I have a key. So, please let me know that you’re okay.”

  The door suddenly opened and Sidney was standing there wiping tears from her eyes.

  “I’m okay,” she spoke in a voice that cracked with barely suppressed tears.

  He shook his head and went inside. “No, you’re not.”

  She looked up at him through eyes that swam with tears, despite how hard she fought not to give in to them.

  “He followed me. He followed me, Gio.”

  He saw her tremble and big fat tears finally dropped from her eyes.

  Gio pulled her into his arms and wrapped protective arms around her. “He won’t touch you again, Sidney. I promise.”

  Chapter Eight

  “How is the tea?” Gio asked. She was sitting on the couch with her feet tucked beneath her. He had made her a cup of tea and she was holding it between both hands as if she had just come in from the cold. She still seemed jittery but at least the tears had disappeared.

  She looked at the mug in her hand as if she had forgotten all about it. She took a sip and nodded. “It’s good. Thank you. I’m sorry about ruining your…” she gestured to him. He glanced down at the makeup that now stained his white tuxedo shirt.

  He smiled. “I’ve dated black women before. I already know what to expect when I wear white.”

  Her mouth opened in surprise and then she laughed. For her it was cathartic and she happily gave in to it. “You’ve dated black women?” She finally asked when she got it under control.

  “Of course. I’ve dated all kinds of women.”

  “Of course,” she replied as if that was obvious. She looked at him curiously. “Is dating black women your preference?”

  He shook his head, not appearing uneasy about her question. “I have no preference in color or race. It’s just about the person. Who was that man, Sidney?” He asked, changing the subject from himself. “You said he followed you. From the States?”

  She put down her tea. He was sitting next to her but she was against the corner of the sofa, facing him.

  “That is my ex-fiancée.”

  “Fiancée,” he said slowly.

  “EX,” she said adamantly.

  He nodded. “Ex. This makes him a stalker.”

  “I agree.” She shivered again. “I’m leaving at the next stop. I’m not going to be trapped on this ship with that asshole. Can you make the arrangements for me, Gio? Ugh…I don’t have the money for another plane ticket! I have to fly out of Barcelona!” Even exchanging her ticket would cost her. She simply couldn’t afford it.

  She took in his confused expression. “I’m not rich,” she admitted. “Wesley is. He paid for this trip.”

  Gio nodded quietly and Sidney realized how it looked. “I’m not being kept or anything!” She inhaled. “Wesley married another woman. That’s why we’re exes. He told me that I could have the honeymoon since it had been intended for us.” She paused, shaking her head to herself. “At first I didn’t want to take it. I didn’t want to be reminded…” She stopped talking again but this time she looked away. Tears were building back up in her eyes. How could she still be crying over that lying, cheating asshole? And yet it hurt all over again just like the first day.

  She felt Gio grip her hand.

  “Don’t cry. And you don’t have to be afraid. He’s not going to hurt you,” Gio said adamantly. He’d get the man kicked off the ship so that she could try to find some enjoyment for the rest of the cruise. But Sidney was shaking her head.

  “I’m not afraid that he’ll physically harm me. He won’t.” She tried to give him an appreciative smile but it was crooked and broken. “You see I’m the rebound girl.” Her voice was thick with tears and her eyes were once again swimming with them. It broke Gio’s heart to see her fighting so hard to control her pain.

  “It’s why this hurts so much, because I wanted it so badly. I thought that once and for all I would have somebody. And I’m…scared that I’m not going to be strong enough to keep saying no.” She shrugged and swiped away the tears that had settled beneath her eyes. “I’m always the next girl, never the first choice, but I know that I deserve better than that!” She shook her head in embarrassment.

  Gio frowned and gently gripped her chin, lifting her head so that she looked at him.

  “I can not speak for other men, but this man sees nothing but an amazing woman. You’re strong, Sidney, much stronger than me. You were just able to speak about your deepest fears and I cannot even force myself to think about mine.

  “I see people together with family and loved ones everyday,” he looked deeply into her eyes, his expression moving from many different emotions. “I’ve taught myself to pretend not to see them so that I won’t feel the hollowness. People think that I’m ice, and maybe I am. But I know what it feels like to be hurt. I don’t…” he shook his head without finishing.

  She stared into his amber eyes and saw in them something that she recognized.

  “Hollow,” she said. “That’s exactly how I feel, only I call it loneliness.”

  He nodded. “Yes,” he whispered. “But you’re so vibrant and full of life. When I watch you experience something new, even something that I have seen a million times before, I relive the experience through you. You instill in me a need that I’ve kept buried. I’m alone. And I hate it.”

  “I hate it, too,” she whispered. She leaned forward to kiss him, to complete the connection that was evident between them, but his eyes darted away from hers before settling back on her darker ones. She sat back quickly. “Sorry! You didn’t sign up for this-”

  He leaned forward. “What did I tell you about apologizing to me?” She opened her mouth to speak but Gio spoke first. “I want to make something completely clear because in this moment I am not your Superior Genie or your butler. Right now I am just a man that really wants to kiss you, and only you, Sidney Wyatt.” Gio placed his lips lightly on hers in a kiss that was so gentle that it was almost chaste—except for the zing of excitement that ran between them.

  He pulled back slightly. “Don’t be like me, too afraid to express yourself. Live, Sidney. Travel and make friends and expose yourself to new things so that you can keep that joy that’s fighting so hard to stay alive in you. And then share it-”

  His words were so impassioned that she felt it like a mantra in her soul. Sidney pushed forward and kissed him. Her lips parted and his followed and soon their tongues met. Gio’s quiet moan reverberated into her mouth, but didn’t end until it had reached the pit of her stomach where it swelled out and up to join with her own soft moan.

  Gio’s cock sprung to life at the sound she made. She came up on her knees and placed her hands on his strong shoulders, finally giving in to an urge that she’d had since first setting eyes on him. Gio gripped her ass and moved her to his lap where she easily straddled him even though she was still wearing the formal gown.

  How was she doing this? How was she kissing the most gorgeous guy that she’d ever set eyes on? He had pulled her close and she could feel how hard he was so it was obvious that he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him.

  Gio felt Sidney’s hands move urgently over his chest and shoulders as they kissed. He moved quickly to remove his tuxedo jacket and then he had her back in his arms where he undid the zipper on the back of her dress.

  She looked at him with need, her parted lips swollen before she stood and slipped out of the dress.

  Gio stood just as quickly and he pulled his shirt over his head without unbuttoning more than the top three buttons. They watched each other, neither able to move fast enough to strip out of their clothing.

 
; When Sidney’s dress was pooled at her feet, Gio paused long enough to take in her curves. She wore sheer black panties and a strapless bra. Her full breasts nearly spilled over the top of the bra as her chest heaved in need. He could see the outline of her nipples through the sheer material and not just the shape but the deep blackberry hue. He strained against his pants, which gave him no room to accommodate the size of his erection.

  Sidney’s mouth grew dry as she looked at his perfectly muscled chest and its dark dusting of hair. She hadn’t known that he was hiding so much perfection beneath his shirts. Good God, but what he had in his pants was just as impressive and all she could see was a fat outline.

  Gio reached out and took her hand. She gave him a curious look but he glanced down at the floor where her expensive dress lay at her feet. She stepped out of it with his assistance, and he reached down and placed it over the back of the couch while still holding onto her hand.

  Sidney smiled at that. But he swooped forward and lifted her easily. Her legs wrapped around his waist, more out of a fear of him dropping her. But she soon realized that he was in no jeopardy of dropping her. He walked them up the stairs with ease as his lips and tongue trailed over her mouth and chin and along the line of her neck, before teasing the tops of her breasts.

  When they reached the bedroom, he placed her gently on the floor so that he could finally undo his pants.

  Sidney didn’t feel the least bit shy when she undid her bra and tossed it on the nearby chair. Despite breasts that were full and heavy enough not to stand up to attention, she liked her breasts—the shape, the size, even the floppiness, and she could see by the way Gio’s eyes locked onto them that he liked them too.

  He seemed to remember that he was in the process of undressing and he resumed undoing his pants and then stepped out of them.

  Sidney’s mouth dropped. She looked from his cock, to his eyes and then back to his cock again. It was the fattest, thickest cock that she’d ever set eyes on. Thank God he wasn’t overly long, or she would be tempted to run—nah, she couldn’t lie to herself. She’d still try to tackle it even it was ten inches! He was just that gorgeous.

  She was so busy looking, that she didn’t finish undressing. But Gio closed the space between them. He slipped his fingers along the sides of her panties and dragged them down her thick shapely thighs, over dimpled knees and when he was crouched before her, she lifted one foot and then the other, bracing against him as he completely removed them. He tossed them onto the chair with her bra without taking his eyes from the sight of her V.

  “You are perfect.” He looked up from his kneeling position and met her eyes. “Perfect.” She was so thick and full figured and yet her mound was so small that from pelvis to vagina she could fit in the palm of his hand. She was clean-shaven so that her dark lips glistened like a ripe, dark plum.

  He’d never seen anything so captivating.

  He stood and his body moved flush against hers so that he could once again capture her lips, he could not help but to reach between them and boldly rub her satiny pussy. When his fingers became covered in her warm dew, he growled against her lips. But just as suddenly his breath caught because her hand had wrapped around his shaft and she was stroking him ever so softly.

  “Dio mio!” He gasped. He wanted to lift her and place her on the bed, but he didn’t want her hand to stop touching him. Gio finally threw his head back and allowed her to stroke him, his hips following the moment of her strokes.

  It had been so long since he’d been touched so intimately. It was almost more then he could take.

  “Sidney…” he groaned and then he felt her soft lips on his chest. Her tongue flicked and then sucked his nipple and a stream of cum slipped out of his hole.

  He sucked in a sharp breath and then finally had no choice but to take her hand away from him.

  “Lay down,” he said in a voice that had gone gruff and raw. She did, watching him with need that had grown so strong that she felt her juices trailing the duvet after her.

  Gio stared at her as she lay across the white duvet covers, a contrast that was so perfect that once again he could think of nothing but art. The ying yang symbol came immediately to mind. He reached for her ankles and stroked the soft skin there, his fingers trailing up her legs. He could feel her tremble, her hips barely able to keep still. He didn’t make her wait. A man never made a Queen wait.

  He pulled her by her ankles until her ass was lined up with the edge of the bed.

  She moaned. He moved her so easy and effortlessly. For a plus sized woman to be moved with such ease made her feel safe and protected under the scrutiny of his heated gaze.

  Slowly Gio went down on his knees, eyeing her mound hungrily. Sidney parted her legs until her thighs no longer touched and then he saw her glistening shell with it’s prized pearl.

  Gio lapped her glistening lips, slowly collecting the dew against his tongue.

  “Ahhh,” Sidney cried out softly. Gio concentrated on her outer and inner lips, lapping and sucking lightly, for now ignoring the pearl. But as her hips rolled and pumped against him, he gave it a teasing flick and Sidney’s body quivered beneath him. She groaned loudly and he gripped her thighs firmly and plunged forward, lightly suckling and lapping her juicy pussy.

  Sidney thrust against Gio’s talented tongue as if they were fucking. He didn’t pause and when she lifted her head to see him buried between her thighs her body would quake into excited explosions.

  She gripped the sheets so that she wouldn’t maul him because she could barely control the arching of her back, whipping her head back and forth or the need to squeeze her thighs, locking him in place.

  “Gio,” she gasped. “Your tongue…say something. Say something, anything, just say it against my pussy!”

  He didn’t miss a beat.

  “O bella e vaga Aurora, L'aura è tua essaggera, e tu de l'aura Ch'ogni arso cor ristaura.”

  Sidney felt an eruption of pleasure suddenly engulf her as she began to climax.

  “More Gio! MORE!”

  Rapidly he continued with his face buried against her pussy.

  “Ecco mormorar l'onde, Etremolar le fronde a l'aura mattutina, e glir boscelli, e sovra i verdi rami i vaghi augelli cantar soavemente-”

  “OH MY GOD!” She screamed. For the next few minutes she rode the waves of a powerful orgasm until her body collapsed back down onto the bed.

  Gio gently lowered her legs as he rose to her feet.

  “Wow,” he said.

  She managed to open her eyes and saw that his cock was still huge. She held out her hand. “Come here.”

  He climbed onto the bed like a marionette puppet, his eyes locked onto hers. He kissed her passionately with unrequited desire while his hands gently clutched her breasts.

  “I want your dick,” she said against his lips.

  He gushed with need, “I don’t have any protection-”

  “I want your dick!” Her hand gripped him. He was ready to make a rookie mistake and bury himself into her and be damned the consequences, but Sidney sat up and moved down the bed.

  He gave her a surprised look. She held him firmly in her grip and then began to lick the head of his dick.

  His glands turned purple, not that he could see, because his head was thrown back as he cried out in pleasure. He would not last long. He looked down at her with a plea on his lips. But he did not need to speak because her mouth engulfed him, and she began to suck him off.

  His balls clenched and his toes curled as he fought to continue the pleasurable experience that her mouth and tongue imparted. He’d been with many women who had granted him the pleasure of experiencing their mouth and tongue. But he could honestly say that none had ever made him feel so out of control with pleasure.

  He reached down and buried his hands into her hair, but he didn’t force her movements, for that was the pleasure of allowing her to fuck him with her mouth. She was in control and he loved that.

  Within moments he cried out,
“I’m cumming!”

  But she didn’t stop. Sidney pumped her fist along his shaft faster, her mouth and tongue rotating and suckling the glands at the head of his cock. Her mouth was suddenly flooded with his hot cum. She swallowed what she could while the rest slid down her chin as she continued to milk him, urging more of his semen from his body.

  Gio grunted like a wild animal, his body tensing and relaxing as his cock deposited more and more of his seed into her willing mouth. When there was no more to give and his throat was raw from his loud cries, his body became like liquid, flowing against the duvet.

  Sidney rose to her knees and watched him. He looked like a porn star with dark mussed hair, and muscled body trembling in after-shocks. Even his fat cock was still half erect as it lay against one muscled thigh.

  “I love your body, Gio. Your muscles are…amazing.”

  He looked at her and saw her wiping away the last of his semen from her chin. She was the amazing one, dark and lovely kneeling in front of him with breasts swollen and peaked by hard dark nipples. Her hips swelled causing her shapely body to resemble a guitar or an hourglass. Her mussed hair was an erotic vision, more so because he knew that he was what had caused that.

  “Sidney…” he murmured, not even able to voice his words. They would be impossible to say—ridiculous even. Not now…

  She lay down beside him and he turned partially and pulled her close.

  Chapter Nine

  “What did you say…you know, when you were talking into my kitty?” Sidney asked. She was trying not to grin as she gently stroked the hard lines of his chest.

  His hand was lightly grazing the hair around her face. “Oh. It was a poem. Ecco mormorar l'onde by a poet named Torquato Tasso.”

  Look good and recites poetry too? She mused.

  “What does it say in English?”

  He paused and thought. “It doesn’t rhyme but it says; Now the waves murmur and the boughs and the shrubs tremble in the morning breeze, and on the green branches the pleasant birds sing softly and the east smiles; Now dawn already appears and mirrors herself in the sea, and makes the sky serene, and the gentle frost impearls the fields and gilds the high mountains: O beautiful and gracious Aurora, the breeze is your messenger, and you the breeze's which revives each burnt-out heart.”