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“What would you like to do to me?” I asked softly. The corner of his mouth twitched, he loved it when I asked him that.
“I want you naked and on that bed. Now,” he demanded. His words sent a shiver straight from my heart to the tops of my thighs.
Stepping out of my shoes, I untied my dress at my hip and yanked it open, letting it fall to my sides. I already wasn’t wearing a bra, so with a few quick movements, I was almost completely bare. I didn’t stop there, though; I wanted to comply with his enticing orders. I hooked my hands around the waist of my panties and quickly pulled them down, turning around so that he would get a nice view of my ass.
Once I was fully naked, I got onto the bed and lay on my side so that I could face him. He looked at me like I was the best piece of art he’d ever seen, which was saying a lot considering how many European art museums the man had been to.
I bit my bottom lip as I looked at him, just waiting to see what he wanted to do next. He unbuttoned his linen jacket and hung it up before rolling up his sleeves to his elbows. His movements were slow and calculated. He knew he was getting me hotter and hotter without even touching me.
“Good girl. Now, let me see you touch yourself,” he said in that same demanding voice that I loved, “I want to see that pretty ring sparkling while you give yourself pleasure.”
I faltered for a second. Touching myself in front of him was a struggle when I wanted his hands on me. But the fact that it felt dirty also made it that much hotter. Slowly, I moved my left hand down between my legs. I stayed on my side and hitched my right leg up to give myself better access. Keeping my eyes on him, I dipped my middle finger low enough to feel the wetness that he’d called forth with his words. I slowly dragged my finger up to my clit, using my own wetness to lubricate myself.
I gasped when I touched my clit. I was already swollen with desire and my touch felt wonderful against the sensitive spot.
“That’s right. You’re such a good girl,” Giovani murmured, his voice gravelly with desire.
His words of encouragement had me wanting to please him even more. I circled my clit once, then dropped my hand back down to press into my opening. Gio came closer, but I was getting so worked up that I was only vaguely aware of him. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to sink into the sensation of pleasuring myself.
Without warning, I felt Gio’s tongue on my nipple. He licked the pebbled skin and then surrounded it with his lips, sucking and gently biting. I rolled to my back to give him better access to my breasts but kept my hand between my legs.
As I’d hoped he would, Giovani moved to my other nipple and gave it the same treatment. Between his mouth and my hand, I was already on the precipice of orgasm. I felt myself winding tighter and tighter, but before I could send myself over the edge, Gio circled his hand around my wrist and pulled my hand away. A small whine escaped the back of my throat at the sudden lack of sensation, but I didn’t have to wait for long.
“Now it’s my turn,” Gio said before settling himself between my legs, my knees resting over his shoulders.
Going from my hand to his mouth was almost too much for me to handle, but he was slow enough that it didn’t become overwhelming. He started with gentle kisses before letting his tongue lazily lick me all the way to my clit, circling my nub once then moving back down.
I arched my back and raised my hips to better meet his mouth. My moans and gasps filled the air. Giovani adjusted himself slightly so that he could press a finger into me and use it to manipulate me from the inside while his tongue kept working on the outside.
“If I let you come now, will you come again once I’m inside you?” he asked, his breath tickling me in all the right places.
“Yes!” I gasped, not sure if it was true but willing to say anything to find my release at this point. “Please let me come!”
He chuckled and quickened his movements, bringing me right back to the edge that I’d already been at once before. This time there was no stopping, and before I knew it I was falling into the abyss. Gio kept his mouth on me and his finger inside me to guide me through the orgasm.
When it was clear that the wonderful aftershocks were gone, he stood up and began to undress himself. I watched him lazily from the bed, too spent to get up but enjoying what I saw as he slowly revealed his muscled body.
He carefully hung everything up, then turned back to me, completely naked. I admired the way the muscles in his torso all seemed to guide my eyes to stare directly at his cock. It was already standing at full attention and in spite of my earlier orgasm, I was more than ready for him.
Gio stalked to the bed and helped me move so that my head was laying on the pillows. He held himself over the top of me, our faces so close that all I could see was his perfect eyes. Breaking our eye contact, he pressed kisses to my jaw and throat and moved his hand down to slide between my legs, gently working me back up. When he was sure that I was ready for him, he plunged himself deep inside. I gasped as he filled me, loving the sensation of him. I wrapped my legs around his hips to encourage him to go deeper.
He was patient and watchful as he made love to me, keeping an eye on my face so that he knew when I was getting closer and closer to orgasm. He wouldn’t let himself come until he was sure we could go at the same time. Before long, I was panting and moaning as I writhed under him, his weight pressing down all around me. He kept his strokes long and purposeful, refusing to let my movements distract him.
When he knew I was close, he pressed his mouth over mine, letting our tongues find each other. I could taste myself on him, but it only turned me on further, reminding me of the delicious orgasm he had already given me.
His kiss was what undid the tightening pressure inside me and forced my release. When he felt me clenching around him, he sped up his movements so that he could find his own orgasm. His breath was hot in my ear and he finally came with a loud groan that vibrated my belly.
We laid together for a while, just basking in the afterglow. He twined his fingers in mine and held my hand up to look at my ring, turning it so he could see it from all angles.
“It’s beautiful,” I told him.
“There’s a surprise on the inside,” he said, sounding almost shy.
I took the ring off and peered at the inside of the band, where I could just barely make out two tiny words engraved: “my carina.” My heart melted at the sight. It was the perfect reminder of Gio’s love for me. I put the ring back on and snuggled back against his chest.
Before we knew it, we were dangerously close to missing our dinner reservation. We quickly cleaned ourselves up and pulled our clothes back on, my dress slightly rumpled from being thrown on the floor. I didn’t care, I was too happy about the fact that I was officially Giovani’s fiancee.
The restaurant was gorgeous, a quaint little Tuscan cottage that had been restored into an intimate dinner spot. We sipped on our wine and enjoyed appetizers as we talked about the wedding that we now had to plan.
“I don’t care where or when it is, carina, I would marry you tomorrow if I could,” he told me honestly, taking my hand in his.
I smiled at his words. “I feel the same. I’ve been waiting my whole life to find someone who loves me like you do. I can’t wait to be your wife.”
We talked long into the night, just enjoying each other’s company. Finally, it felt like I just might be getting my happily ever after.
*Olivia*
I was bouncing in my seat with excitement as the limo pulled up to the front of the compound, but Gio kept a tight hold on my hand.
The hand with my engagement ring on it.
I bounced a little harder, and he smiled at me indulgently.
“Carina, a more jealous man than I might think you were more excited to show Dahlia the ring than to receive it,” he chided softly.
I laughed. “If it makes you feel any better, I’m probably not going to have sex with her about this.”
He squeezed my hand and chuckled. “I suppose I’ll have to content myself with the scant comfort of ‘probably.'”
I leaned my head against his shoulder and stared into his deep, dark eyes, burning with love for me. “And you’ll have to content yourself with it forever.”
He smiled and dropped a kiss on my forehead, but I grabbed the collar of his suit shirt and pulled him in for a proper kiss. It was long and slow, like we had all the time in the world. I felt that familiar wet heat begin to build between my legs, and I leaned into him, moaning softly into his mouth. He fisted a hand in my hair and—
A knock sounded on the window of the limo. I jumped, and Gio whirled. It was too dark to see through the tinted windows, but the muffled sound of giggles on the other side of the glass began to filter in.
“It seems nobody much wanted to wait,” Gio said ruefully.
I swept my gaze across his body. “I don’t want to wait either.”
His eyes darkened, and he opened his mouth to say something, but the knock came again, more insistent this time.
He huffed an aggrieved sigh. “Later.”
I fixed his collar where I had rumpled it and nodded. “Later.”
Then, Gio took my hand—my engagement ring hand—and opened the door to the limo.
Our family descended on us like a pack of rabid wolves, if rabid wolves were ever really trying to get a look at your hand before they attacked. Tallon dodged, Alessandro weaved, but Dahlia finally captured our clasped hands.
“She said yes!” Dahlia bellowed.
Tallon and Alessandro began hollering, and I was scooped into a flurry of hugs. At some point in the pile-up, I was released from somebody’s arms to find a heavy hand had landed on my shoulder. I looked up, half-expecting to see Gio, only to find Gabriele’s craggy face staring down at me.
“Felicitazioni,” he said, his voice much the same as when he discussed raids and torture. “You make him very happy.”
