“Seno,” she repeated softly.
Giovanni twirled her nipple between two fingers. “Very good. Breasts, or as I like to say, tette. You do remember how much I loved your breasts?” He massaged one slow and gentle and the memory of him holding both with her on her knees as he took her from behind rushed through her and left her weak. “I could suck your nipples all night. Did you breastfeed? They feel fuller, heavier with life.”
“Yes I did. I remember,” she breathed out in a reply. “No more of the game,” she begged, as his other hand slid into the front of her panty. “I want you so much,” she lifted her chin and cupped the back of his neck to bring her mouth to his.
Instead he brought his mouth to her ear. “Later, Bella. I’m going to fuck you I promise. Nice and hard while pulling this lovely hair of yours. For now we play the game. Capisci?”
She parted her thighs slightly to give him unobstructed access. His calloused finger brushed her clit and she creamed the seat of her panty, gripping his sleeves. “Yes! I understand.” She cried out.
“Perfetto,” he whispered back. He flicked the tip of his tongue at her pierced earlobe. “Grilletto?”
Mira sucked in a tight breath. He rubbed her clitoris between two fingers and her knees began to weaken as her pelvis and the inner channel of her sex pulsed with need.
“Grilletto,” she moaned.
“It means clit, like the soft bud I’m feeling now,” he chuckled and she blushed.
A thick middle finger pierced her core with a single thrust and she rose on her toes, exhaling in pleasure.
“Ditalino.” he continued as he pumped his finger in and out of her.
“Ditalino,” she replied sucking in deep breaths and blowing them out at a quickened pace.
Giovanni smirked, enjoying the way she moved her hips in response. “It’s masturbation, or what you Americans would call fingering the woman you love.”
Throwing her head back she laughed and then groaned when he used his thumb to rub against her clitoris and force an orgasm on her. He held her tightly to his chest with his free hand as her hips vibrated through a toe curling release.
“Yes! Don’t… stop, stop, stop, please, don’t stop,” she chanted, so close to the edge her head spun. She reached up and grabbed his neck with one hand and braced the other on his shoulder while riding his upward turned palm with his finger buried deep in her. She climaxed so hard and strong she felt her brain burn out and her lower half melt with weakness.
Once she reached her climactic end he released her. Mira staggered back and turned, a bit winded. She fell forward grabbing the top part of the sofa with both hands to keep from collapsing. He came up close behind her. The hem of her dress was lifted and tossed up to her back. She was exposed. He paused a moment as the cool air of the room tickled her intimately. Then came his touch. His hand wound up her loose locks of hair, pulling her mane gently back with a firm grip. “Mmm, I plan to make you, the donna of my empire. Shall I fuck you first Mira, like my woman? Remember my way of loving you. Can you handle it?”
“Yeeeesssssss.”