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“Olivia!” He came, and I looked up into his eyes as thick ribbons of cum splattered against my chest and throat.
His pupils were blown wide, and his eyes looked wild. A little bit landed on my lip, so I licked it off, savoring the bitter, salty flavor. His hands dropped limply from my hair, and I took him in, mostly naked and spent at my behest. I felt powerful in a way I hadn’t in a long time.
As he caught his breath, I stood and slowly stripped off the rest of my clothes. He watched me with heavy-lidded eyes. I made no attempt to remove the cum covering my chest as I walked to the unused bed, and laid down.
I turned back to him. “You’re not going to leave me hanging, are you?”
He crossed the room so quickly I barely saw him move. The springs bounced, and my naked, cum-covered chest met his. I moaned at the feeling as I slipped a hand between us, feeling the slick already dripping down my thighs. I wouldn’t need any help to fit him in, but I could resist the desire to fit one finger, then a second into my pussy as he positioned himself.
I moaned loudly as he ripped my hand away and fit his cock into place. Gio looked at me for one moment with dark, wild eyes, finding my clit with a spare hand before he rammed into me up to the hilt in a single motion.
A scream tore from my lips as he fucked me, dropping his lips to the splatter of cum on my chest, wiping me clean and lavishing attention on my rock-hard nipples with his tongue. I wound a hand into my own hair, pulling like he had while I’d sucked his cock.
My orgasm came like a freight train, and I screamed his name into his shoulder. He pulled back for a mere moment to check on me, then continued fucking into me hard and fast until he reached another orgasm of his own, collapsing bonelessly on top of me.
We caught our breath in unison, both of us knowing that would be far from the only orgasms we achieved before dinner.
*Olivia*
Thoroughly content, I didn’t realize how exhausted I had been until the bed dipped as Gio sat next to me, his warm, calloused hand stroking the skin of my back that was still exposed to the air.
“Carina,” he purred, brushing my hair away from my neck as I lay on my stomach, splayed out into the massive bed. He laid a soft and tender kiss on my neck, the rumble of his chest vibrating as he said, “It’s time to get up.”
The blankets I was wrapped in shifted as I groaned unhappily, stretching my legs under the covers as Giovani chuckled above me. Woken from my nap after our delightful little exercise, the very last thing I wanted to do was get up.
“For what?” I pouted into the pillow, still not opening my eyes a wink.
“Dinner.” He laughed, and though I couldn’t see him behind my eyelids, I knew he had that smile I loved stretched across his lips.
I hummed, acknowledging his words. Now that he brought it up, my stomach began to rumble at the thought of food.
“I am hungry,” I admitted begrudgingly.
“Then you’ve gotta get up, carina,” he said, playing along with my little petulant routine.
I wrinkled my nose in distaste, not wanting to roll out of the soft, warm, comfy bed.
“Don’t wanna,” I whined, opening up one eye as I rolled onto my side to face him. I gave him my widest, most innocent look as I opened up my arms wide. “Carry me?”
His eyes flashed with desire, despite everything we had just done, and I smiled coyly as he leaned in close until his lips barely brushed against the tip of my ear.
“I would love to,” his voice rumbled, deep as it was quiet. I hung on to his every word, my whole body tingling with anticipation. “But I’m the only one allowed to see you naked, carina.”
Realization dawned on me suddenly and I flapped open the sheet covering my chest, remembering now that I hadn’t put on clothes. I had fallen asleep after Gio had fully satisfied me, without dressing or anything.
I glanced at the floor, searching for the clothes I’d discarded but the carpet was completely clean.
Giovani grinned like the Cheshire cat, his eyes ridden with humor, and I saw the warning signs but I could do nothing as he ripped the blanket straight from my hands, exposing my entire naked body to the cold air.
“No,” I complained, wrapping a hand around my chest as I sat up, glaring at my lover with the scorn he deserved. “What did you do with my clothes?”
He laughed, his shoulders shaking with the sound as he got to his feet. He was fully dressed in a button-down shirt, vest, and slacks. Even his expensive Italian shoes were on, while I was completely bare as the day I was born.
I glared at him, my hair spilling around my shoulders as I could only hope he had mercy on me.
“Don’t worry. I’ll dress you just like you wanted,” he smirked, and my eyes widened as he suddenly grabbed onto my ankles and pulled me across the silky sheets. I yelped out of surprise, my legs dangling off the edge as he pulled me under his fully clothed body.
“What are you doing?” I huffed, blowing my hair away from my face.
“Just trust me,” he chuckled.
I eyed him suspiciously but relaxed as he reached over to a prepared pile of clothes on one of the nearby chairs. I couldn’t see much of the fabric before his warm lips were covering mine, fully distracting me.
I moaned into his mouth as he teasingly bit my bottom lip. He chuckled as he pulled away, his eyes soft and warm as he gazed down at me. His calloused hands gently ran down my smooth legs, gentle like he usually was with me.
I was boneless under his hands, completely under his control as he maneuvered me to his liking.
He pulled my knees apart, stepping inside smoothly, and the familiar position was enough to send a jolt to my hindbrain.
But Gio had other ideas.
I was almost disappointed when he raised up one of my legs and gently slid on a pair of bright red panties. Almost more lingerie than true underwear, he ran it up to my knee and then grabbed the other leg, sliding them on.
I let him do what he wanted, just enjoying having his hands on me so intimately. This felt different from sex, somehow more personal.
I lifted myself a bit to let him guide the underwear over the curve of my ass.
Next came the bra, and I was surprised by the experience he had as he guided the cups over my mounds and latched it in the back, pulling the straps up around my arms last. Next came a short little cocktail dress, pretty but simple just the way I liked, and I giggled, happily lifting my arms to let him pull it over my shoulders.
I pulled it all the way down, settling it down to just above my knees. It was tight on my figure but in a cozy way. I ran my fingers down my waist, adoring the soft feel of the fabric.
“Beautiful,” Giovani breathed, leaning down to kiss me as his arms snaked around my waist. I held him in place, my arms around his neck.
I gasped into his mouth as he lifted me straight off the bed and onto my feet. He gave me no time as he swung me around, our lips still connected somehow.
When we broke apart, I burst into giggles and he smiled, tucking my hair behind my ear.
“Come on then, Everybody’s waiting,” Gio grinned, giving me one last kiss on the cheek before he grabbed my hand and pulled me along.
“Everybody?” I asked, skeptically. Who counted as everybody?
I swung my hand in Gio’s, walking by his side as we left our suite and headed for the dining room. The kitchen was busy and the smells of sizzling steak filled my nose, the popping sound recognizable from a mile away.
“Smells good,” I sighed, placing a hand over my rumbling belly.
“Should be.” He chuckled as we turned into the kitchen. “I went a little overboard tonight. I thought it would be a good chance for all of us to relax.”
I saw what he meant as soon as we stepped into the dining room. My eyes went wide at the fancy decor set up. The whole twelve-person table had been brought out and decorated with all the items I expected from a fancy restaurant.
Red napkins were folded and laid out over every piece of china as side dishes were being brought out and set like a glorious feast. A whole roast bird, steaks and chops, and every side imaginable were piled on the table.
And quite a few spots had been filled up already.
Tallon and Alessandro sat side by side and Dahlia sat across from them. Even Gabriele sat further down the table, looking through a manila folder instead of paying attention to the table’s other guests.
