He picked her up and carried her farther into the penthouse. She was only vaguely aware of her surroundings. The next thing she knew, they were in the bedroom.
Clothing fell off, thrown haphazardly everywhere. Once naked, Gio grabbed her by the waist and raised her so she could wrap her legs around him. Her panties and garter belt were still on, but the skirt and her strapless bra became casualties of passion. His fingers gripped her ass cheeks as he held her in place, his lips finding hers and his tongue thrusting deep in a delicious rhythm. Her sensitive nipples rasped against his chest hairs, bringing them achingly alive.
He fell back onto the bed, Lexy bouncing on top of him, her legs unwinding from his waist to straddle him. A thin barrier of material separated his hard cock from plunging deep, his hips mimicking the action with his tongue. His hand ran down her back, over her ass, and down her legs until he found the snaps for her garter belt. With a practiced touch, he undid each tie until she was free of the stockings. He broke the kiss and sat up with her still on his lap to ease off the stockings, one at a time. Then he unhooked the belt from her waist and let it drop to the floor.
They stared into one another’s eyes. Deliberately, his finger ran along the edge of her lace panties, dipping under the seam as her eyes flared in excitement. His fingertips brushed over her clit, lightly caressing the nerve cluster until she stared undulating her hips in a silent beg for more. The pressure of his hard cock plus the softness of his fingers soon drove her out of her mind. Instinctively, she leaned down and bit his shoulder, her teeth sinking into tight skin.
Gio hissed, his cock banging forcefully against the material of her panties as he jerked to the pain. She liked his response but didn’t too closely analyze her gut reaction to inflict the bite. Then the moment quickly fled as he flipped her onto her back, yanking the panties down her legs.
With a wicked grin, he took both her wrists in his hands and then tied them together with one of her stockings. She raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything, her arousal rising at the devilish promise shining in his eyes.
He licked and nipped his way down her body, paying close attention to each nipple. He sucked one into his mouth, laving it over and over with his tongue and teeth, while rolling the other between his fingers. Lexy arched in pleasure, her legs falling open as if urging him to continue his exploration. Her hands tested their bond, finding the silk stocking unbreakable, which only intensified the thrill.
With one last flick of his tongue, he continued his teasing with a path of kisses and nips. His fingers reached her pussy first, playing along the lips and dipping in to flick the nub that glistened with arousal. He dipped his finger in again, pressing deeper, her walls contracting on the intrusion and wanting more.
Finally, his mouth caught up, and his tongue flicked out to run along her slit, making her wither as he would dip in a bit and then pull out, following the motion of his finger as it fucked her.
Lexy reached with her bound hands and started playing with her nipples, tugging on them to heighten the pleasure-pain factor. Her body withered under his, her hips bucking.
“I want you,” she said moaning. “I want to touch you!”
“How would you touch me, Lexy? Would you suck my cock?”
“Yes,” she said on a high pitched moan.
“Would you lick my balls?”
“Yes!”
“You’ll have to wait until I’m finished feasting upon your beautiful cunt,” he whispered.
She gasped as his mouth settled onto her clit and sucked hard. She thrashed her head back and forth, totally lost in the pleasure he wrung from her body. And just as she lay balanced on the precipice, he rose from her. She groaned her frustration, barely conscious of him pulling out a condom and sheathing himself. She lay panting as he lowered his body onto hers and with a drive of his hips, possessed her fully.
Lexy gasped at the exquisite pleasure, her back arching her chest off the bed.
“Oh fuck!” Gio groaned into her ear. She could feel his heart jack-hammering.
She wiggled her hips in encouragement, wanting more.
“Hold still for a moment, or this ends too quickly,” he grumbled.
Sweat poured from their bodies. Then he grabbed her tied hands and yanked them over her head, holding them in place as he rose over her, flexing his hips more firmly into her.
“Do you know how good you feel?” he asked in a strained voice. “I could fuck you all night.”
“God, yeah,” she said. “Please!”
He stared down at her as he started moving, small thrusts at first but speeding up a little at a time, going deeper with each penetration. Wet squishing sounds soon were heard as he pulled out of her wet pussy only to pump back in, harder and faster. Their rhythm gathered speed, his balls slapping against her with the rocking motion of his hips.
Lexy strained against her restraints as he hammered into her, using his own strength against him as leverage to help him go deeper. Harder. Faster. In and out, over again. Gio trailed one hand up her body until he found her breast, squeezing it in time with his hips. And just as she thought the pleasure couldn’t get any better, Gio pinched her nipple, tugging it until she splintered apart in a thousand pieces.
She might have passed out, or the world might have exploded, she wasn’t quite sure. One second she was floating somewhere in space, and the next she heard Gio groaning as he climaxed, their bodies locked together as he erupted inside her. She could feel the jerking of his cock next to her womb through the thin latex barrier.
And then he collapsed on top of her, his breathing harsh in her ears but matching hers, their skin slick with sweat. She felt his lips moving back and forth over her temple and wondered how on earth he had the strength to move anything. She felt boneless. Amazingly boneless.
“Do you live here in L.A.?” he asked in a ragged breath as he untied her hands.
“Mm?” She moaned, floating in a wonderful haze. “Yes.”
“I leave tomorrow,” he told her. “Stay with me.”
Once again, it wasn’t a question. And once again, for some reason, she couldn’t say no to him.
Chapter Three
Present
Lexy rose so early Saturday morning that she beat the sun. Since John Henry slept next to her, she carefully rose from the bed and made her way to the bathroom for a quick shower. She had two work uniforms, and today she decided to go with the hot pink one because she was feeling a little sassy. Thoughts of Gio had dominated her dreams, and she made sure to grab a second pair of panties because she knew hers were going to be wet halfway through the day. She couldn’t help it. It was like Pavlov’s dogs. Just hearing his name made her juices run.
Right before she left her bedroom, she bent and kissed her son’s forehead. John Henry would be starting first grade in September, and it was hard to believe her little boy was getting so big. Life had definitely thrown her curve balls, but she wouldn’t change a thing.
In the kitchen, she wrote a note for Pop about making plans for Tilden to pick John Henry up later. Then she grabbed her purse and keys and headed out the door.
Saturday mornings were always busy, and she didn’t have much time to think about where she was going to be in a few short hours. On her lunch break she called Tilden and made plans for her to pick up Jack Henry. And then, well, then it was time for Giovanni.
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Two years had allowed her to get used to Gio’s particular tastes. After their first weekend together, he had introduced her to more tantalizing sexual scenarios, and tonight she planned an homage to their first time together. She arrived at the hotel a little early and picked up her key card, which she knew would be waiting at the front desk. Then she made her way upstairs and let herself into the penthouse suite, the same one she’d first seen two years earlier. She went into the bathroom, took off her clothes and folded them, placing them inside her large tote bag before taking a quick shower to shave every inch of her body. Luckily she’d had a pussy
wax only a week ago, so she was baby smooth. Using her lotions, she made her skin soft and supple before slipping the blindfold and handcuffs out of her bag.
The bed was large with sheets whose Egyptian thread count had to be in the thousands. She peeled back the duvet and top sheet before settling comfortably in the center. First she put on the blindfold, making sure the cuffs were nearby. The headboard on the bed was made of rails, so she clipped one cuff around her wrist, fed it through the iron rail, and then clipped her other.
Then she lay back, naked and waiting. As she waited, she wondered what his face would look like when he found her bound and blindfolded. Her pussy clenched as a feeling of helplessness washed through her, turning her on. She wasn’t completely helpless because the cuffs had a release button, but it was the thought of being totally at his mercy that made her juices run. She’d never realized how much she liked kink until Gio.
It wasn’t long before she heard the door open, and butterflies caused her stomach muscles to clench in anticipation.
“Lexy?” Gio called out.
“In the bedroom,” she said, a bit breathlessly.
Not being able to see amped up her nerves but also stimulated her senses. She knew when he got to the door by his gasp, heard the rustle of his clothes as he walked closer. She didn’t need her sight to feel him near.
“My Sexy Lexy,” he murmured. “You are breathtaking.”
His fingers ran up one of her legs, and she trembled, wanting his touch everywhere on her body. He obliged, gliding past her knee and curving around her thigh to brush ever so softly against her bare pussy lips. But he didn’t stop. He continued on, up her flat belly, past the ring in her navel until he teased the underside of her breasts. She bit her lip in an effort not to cry out her need, but it probably was a moot point since her body undulated under his touch.
“And you are mine, aren’t you, Lexy? Mine to do with as I wish this night.”
“Yes,” she breathed and thrust her pelvis up.
“I like the cuffs,” he told her. His other hand must have tested them because his fingers still played with her breast. “Whatever shall I do with you, lying here at my mercy?”
“Whatever you wish … Master,” she said, adding the special word at the end.
He tweaked her nipple with his thumb and forefinger, causing her to gasp and arch her back. The pinch had been painful but pleasurable as well, and it made her want more.
“I think I liked that, Lexy,” he murmured. And then he took his hands from her body, and she heard the rustle of clothes as he undressed. Her heart was pounding, her juices were flowing, and she thought she’d come just hearing him disrobe.
And then he was straddling her hips and she felt the hardness of his cock pressing against her stomach. He took her breasts in both hands this time and rolled her nipples between his fingers.
“Oh yes,” she gasped.
“You like this, my sweet? You like when I’m a little rough with these berries?”
He didn’t wait for her to answer. Instead he leaned over and took one aching nipple into his mouth, suckling it like it was a juicy berry ready to be popped. After a minute he let go of it and took the other in his mouth, lavishing it like the first, and so he went back and forth, licking and sucking until her pussy was begging to be filled.
“Please, I need to come,” she whispered.
“Not just yet,” he said as he released her breasts. He scooted up her body. “Open your mouth and suck me in, Lexy.”
She did exactly that and tasted his pre-cum leaking heavily from the tip as he fed her his thick cock. Since she couldn’t use her hands, she decided to lick him like a lollipop, up and down and as much of the girth as possible. He moaned and pushed a little farther into her mouth, and instantly she relaxed her jaw. It had taken a little work to learn how to take him fully into her mouth, but she had always been a quick study. Slowly, he began to face fuck her, using her locked up position as a fantasy of debasement, and it worked. The handcuffs, the vulnerability, it made her horny as hell, and she couldn’t help but thrust her hips in time with his own movement.
Now he had his hands in her hair, holding her steady as he went a little deeper, almost pushing her past her limits. When she made a choking sound he retreated and pulled out of her mouth so she could regain her breathing and bring her gag reflex back under control.
“Fottermi!” he muttered. “That mouth of yours will be the death of me.”
“Gio,” she panted, squirming.
He moved off her torso and grabbed her legs, holding them wide open as he settled between them. She thought he was going plunge into her, fill her up and fuck her within an inch of her life. It was what she wanted, what she’d missed for four months. But instead he settled his mouth on her pussy and lapped up her juices, causing her little kitty to quiver with need. Oh dear lord! The man had a talented tongue.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” he murmured. Then he kissed her, right on the spot he’d just touched with his tongue, and her hips jerked up, bumping against him.
“Gio,” she breathed. “Oh, Gio.”
“You taste so damn sweet, baby.”
He pressed his tongue against her again, as far as it would stretch, dipping a little into the slit. She moaned again.
“I’m going to stick my tongue in you now,” he told her. “I want you to come so I can lap up your cream. Let yourself go, baby, as many times as you can.”
Using two fingers, he spread her until he found her clitoris, and then proceeded to lick her. As soon as his tongue rasped against her sensitive nub, her body arched like it had touched a live wire. Her hands buried in his hair, pulling it almost too aggressively, but she didn’t care. It gave her something to balance out the incredible feeling of Gio’s mouth on her. He licked and sucked her in, sliding one finger into her heat. She bucked against his hand.
“Gio!” she cried.
“Fuck, you taste like honey,” he moaned, blowing against her weeping core and causing her to shiver. “So good. I could eat you every day, every night. Forever.”
He pushed another finger inside and took her little clit between his teeth, sucking hard.
“Gio, please!” she begged. “I need…”
“I know what you need, baby. I want to give it to you. Let go, Lexy. Come for me. Give me your cream.”
He began licking, up and down, driving his tongue in and over her nub. He worked her, until her little cries were echoing all around. Her body tightened beneath him, and he pumped his fingers deeper. He blew against her again, and immediately she broke apart.
She dimly heard the rip of a foil wrapper, and then he was pushing into her, his big cock working over her sensitive clit and driving into her snug channel. He held still as they adjusted to the new feeling and warmth enveloping them both. Though his body didn’t move, she could feel his cock twitch deep inside her. Each flutter of him touched an interesting spot inside her. It made the shock of the penetration disappear while something new took its place.
“You feel so good, clutching my cock so tightly,” he whispered as he lowered his chest towards her. He popped the release lever on the handcuffs so he could hold her hands, and their fingers entwined together. “Like a glove. Yes, squeeze me. I have to … God! I have to—Lexy!”
“Yes,” she moaned as she moved her hips.
That was all the encouragement he needed. He surged, burying himself deep, this time banging that spot inside that liquefied her bones. Again and again he thrust, the pace slow at first then increasing with every breath, every heartbeat.
Sex exploded with the smell of lust as he took her sweat-drenched body. Over and over he brought her to the peak, only to slow and leave her panting for more. Her legs fell all the way open as he leaned over her, chest to chest. His hands left hers to tangle in her hair and rip off the blindfold. For a moment, they stared into each other’s eyes. Lexy had a sense of the world tilting precariously on its axis as something flared between them, something that ca
lled to her on a primitive level, soul to soul.
He created a rhythm that had her crying out with an orgasm so divine quivers churned her inside and out. Then she felt him tremble, felt him start to stiffen, and then felt him shudder to his climax, crying out his own violent passion.
He fell on top of her and their wild, galloping heartbeats meshed. She hugged him tight, wishing it could always be like this, that he would always be hers. But she couldn’t stop the passage of time as soon, once again, she would have to let him go.
Chapter Four
“Where are you going?” he asked from the doorway.
She looked up from putting on her shoe and smiled at him. “It’s Sunday.”
He frowned. “I thought we could have some breakfast. I ordered a tray to be brought up. After that I had thought we might spend the day together, perhaps in bed?”
“Oh,” she said, taken aback. “That actually sounds really nice. But I have other plans, Gio. I can stay for breakfast, and then I have to go.”
She saw his mouth flatten with displeasure. “I see,” he said in a flat tone. “Another man?”
“Well, yes, but not how you’re thinking.”
“How do you know what I’m thinking?”
“You look like you just ate a lemon,” she said honestly. “I have to see my grandfather. He had a stroke a year and a half ago.”
The frost in his gaze melted and was replaced with a tender understanding. “Oh. I’m sorry to hear that. You’re close to him?”
“Yes. He took care of me when I needed it, so now I get to repay him.”
“Family means a lot to you.”
“Yes, they do,” she said. “Although I don’t have very many members left.”
“We don’t know that much about each other, do we?” he asked, a confused frown resting between his eyes.
“No, I guess not. But that’s how you wanted it to be.”
He sighed. “Yes. But I’ve been doing some thinking, and I’ve discovered I’d like to remedy that.”
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