Her forgiveness freed him. She lifted her arms to circle his neck and he positioned her smaller, feminine body up against the bathroom door. She stood on her toes to kiss him. Giovanni unbuckled his belt and ease down his zipper. His mouth covered hers and he devoured her with a deep kiss. Once freed he had to bend his knees a bit to thrust his cock into her tight channel. She breathed deeply. Giovanni continued to thrust with his knees flexed, and drove himself in and out of her silky walls. He loved the way her body responded. Constricting around his shaft as he gritted his teeth trying to withstand the bolts of pleasure shooting up his cock and shocking his spine.
A sweet cry of submission escaped her mouth. Her lips were swollen from his ravishment, her face twisted in pleasure. She hooked her leg around his waist and the tip of her tongue slowly ran over her top lip. Giovanni withdrew the head of his cock then thrust forward repeating the action by working his hips from side to side. He tried desperately to hold back the climax that had build like a tornado in his gut. Damn if she wasn’t too in control. While pinned to the wall with him pumping his length in and out of her she moved her body sweetly. Her nipples did lovely swirls against his chest.
“Faster! Harder! Do me, baby,” she demanded, her nails went down his back.
He sucked her neck hard, licking and pulling the sweet skin between his teeth. She moaned another cry of submission as he pumped his cock up into her with rapid, quick succession. His breathing was harsh against her ear and his pace more demanding than their love deserved. But he had waited so long to feel the warmth between a woman’s thighs again.
He gripped under her ass. He heaved her up the wall and resumed full control. Instructing the way she rose and fell on his thickness by the tight hold to her hip. She held to his shoulders, her eyes closed, her sweet lips parted a fraction. Liquid heat poured over him, every muscle in his body felt aflame as he pushed down his climax once more. He wasn’t ready. Fuck no. He had just begun. Like a man possessed he thrust into her harder and faster. He could feel the melting heat and tremors through her * and knew she was coming apart for him. It would be the first orgasm of many he’d give her tonight. So he unleashed as well…
Giovanni lay on the sofa in a t-shirt and black boxer briefs. He had a thick wool blanket thrown over him. His face was covered in a sheen of sweat and the erection in his boxers pained him so much he was rubbing his dick while only half awake. He sat up and looked around. For a moment he blinked, confused. The last rush of thoughts going through his head were those of making love to his woman. It was like a shockwave. It was nothing more than another fucking dream! He glanced to the empty bottle of wine he had placed on the coffee table. Reality cleared the fog covering his memory. He’d gone upstairs to locate a blanket. He must have crashed on the sofa. Which meant she was beyond that closed door still pissed with him. Another dream. One of those miserable fucking dreams he’s had for two years, while mourning her. He hadn’t confessed how scared he was of losing her, or how guilty he felt for her suffering because of him. No, he had pushed her away as he’d done everyone else in his life.
Sitting upright he put his face in his hands and sobered. Dominic warned him he’d disappear if he didn’t try to find something to live for. Well he had a reason. She was back in his life. Why his heart couldn’t or wouldn’t trust her return was beyond him. All he knew was that he needed her desperately.