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I ignored the feeling of anticipation building in my stomach as I followed him through the mansion. What did he have in store for me?
Talk? Or maybe more?
I suppressed the grin on my face as I trailed after him. He opened his office door and gestured for me to enter before him. That smile on his face gave nothing away, not a single hint of what he wanted with me.
I stepped inside anyway, feeling like I had entered the lion’s den. The office was just as expensive-looking as the rest of the house, but in a different way.
It was just as I expected–simple but packed with so much detail. Books and chairs and papers piled up on his desk. The leather loveseat caught my eye. The office smelled of smoke, like somebody had been smoking a cigar.
“It’s warm here. Did you–” I said as I turned around.
The words caught in my throat as I noticed how close Giovani was to me. A mere breath away, he was so close I could feel his body heat. There was no denying the lust in his eyes as he stared at me. Entranced by his gaze, I took a step forward.
“Was there something you wanted to talk to me about?” I asked, breathily.
He licked his lips, and I followed his tongue, feeling hotter by the second. Then, without another word, he grabbed my waist and pulled me so I crashed into him. My hands fell on his chest as our lips met in a frenzied hunger.
He wasn’t patient, or soft. He bit hard on my bottom lip, kissing the breath right out of me. His arms tightened around my waist, so tight that I couldn’t move away even if I wanted to.
But I didn’t want to.
My hands dug into his curly locks, tugging hard, and his tongue met mine in a dance. Desire pooled in every inch of me as I pushed myself harder against his body, needing the heat and friction in a way I couldn’t express.
I kissed him back just as fervently as he grabbed my thigh, pulling my leg around his body, and I jumped onto his waist, clinging to him. His arms supported my butt as we moved backward until my back hit the wall.
We broke apart as I gasped. Trapped between him and the wall, I could feel him breathing just as hard as I was as he gazed at me hungrily.
“I… I’ve been thinking about that,” I confessed, “ever since you saved me from falling in the bathroom.”
He chuckled, leaning closer until our lips were just close enough to touch. His breath on my mouth was teasing, and I wanted so badly to have his lips on mine again.
“So have I, Amore.”
His hand slid up my shirt, trailing along my spine, and I shivered, leaning into his touch. The calluses on his hands felt rough but so good on my heated skin. I bit my bottom lip, a low moan escaping my throat as he unhooked my bra with the skill only an experienced man like him commanded.
For a moment, a shot of fear went through me. Was I really ready for this? Did I really want to take this last step?
But the regret of watching him walk away last time was more powerful than any fear I was feeling. I clenched my hands around his back, pressing myself closer as I relinquished myself to his exploring hands.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” I whispered, looking at him in awe. This wasn’t just a dream like before.
This was real.
And he proved it to me by kissing me again.
*Olivia*
“Giovani…” I breathed out, my eyes fluttering as he tugged my shirt over my head, exposing my chest to the sultry air.
He nipped my lower lip, pulling it with his teeth as his hands wandered my heated skin.
Giovani’s kisses trailed down my neck. I clenched my arms around his neck as his tongue swirled around my breasts. His long, hot tongue licked across my hardened nipples, and I inhaled sharply before his mouth closed around the soft flesh.
He smelled good–too good. From his hands to his hard body rubbing against mine, I wanted more. His thumb circled one nipple while his tongue worshipped the other, and I gasped at the sinful feeling.
God, I liked him.
Everything about him.
Fear of my first time be damned. I wanted this. I wanted all of him.
His mouth made a popping sound as he released my breast, and I wasted no time pulling his head up to my mouth. Giovani pulled me from the wall, quickly maneuvering us to the floor as he laid me down gently, cradling my head on the plush carpet.
His body covered mine, his hardened bulge meeting just where I wanted it to, despite the clothes. I moved instinctively, the friction causing us both to groan.
“Eager, aren’t we, carina?” he asked with a mischievous chuckle. “You aren’t going to run away again, are you?”
“Just fuck me,” I demanded, breathily.
He obliged with a grin, as I dug my fingers into his shirt, the buttons popping with the force I used. I pushed it down his shoulders, revealing his muscled figure to my eyes. His skin was tanned like it had been kissed by the sun, and I wasted no time running my hands down every inch of it I could feel.
We explored one another, his hands running down my waist and then hitching in my shorts as he pulled them down and out of the way.
I was soaking wet. I could feel it dripping as I rubbed against the fabric of his jeans, needing any kind of friction or I’d go insane.
He firmly gripped my thighs, parting them as he left my mouth to lick a long strip down my stomach. He dropped a nip to my inner thigh and I let out a soft squeak. I could feel him chuckling as he made his way to my sex.
My heart pounded in my ears, eager but also scared. I had never done this before, and I was clearly more inexperienced.
But still, I had never felt this good before.
While I was debating in my head, Giovani had no such concerns as he plunged his tongue into my cunt, and I cried out.
“You taste so good,” Giovani moaned lowly, “A perfect little tentatrice.”
But that was just a taste, and with a dark look in his eyes, he went in for seconds. I gasped at the feel of him devouring me, his fingers quickly following as he traced them up and down my wet slit, and I rocked my hips in time with his tongue, needing more.
I clenched my hands in his curls, holding on for dear life as he plunged his digits into my cunt, his tongue sucking on my clit in return.
I could feel his eyes on me, taking in every second of the pleasure he gave me as he masterfully pulled me toward a climax. I whimpered, pressure building in my stomach in a way I had never felt before.
But then he pulled back, a teasing smile on his face, and his fingers pulled out of me with a wet pop.
My eyes went wide, staring at him in disappointment as he lifted his soaked fingers to his face, his eyes locked on mine as he licked his fingers clean.
“Deliziosa,” he murmured, licking every last drop up like I was a sweet candy he couldn’t get enough of.
I pouted, that peak drifting away as he chuckled.
“Good girls come when they’re told, Olivia,” he smirked.
But I could play this game, too. I smirked back, sitting up as I grabbed his jeans, quickly unbuttoning them.
“And I told you,” I purred, as I hung around his neck, pressing my body over his, “that I like to get what I want.”
