She heard his zipper rip down and felt him spread her ankles. He held her hair but gripped her left hip to steady her. Apparently he needed little guidance to reach her center. Mira reached between her thighs and set aside the seat of her panty for him to enter her. Giovanni groaned and thrust his hips. Penetration was swift. Mira’s eyelids flipped open then lowered as his warm length, forced her body to comply. He eased several more inches into her tight channel and her inner walls melted with wet heat. He stretched her marvelously. She dipped her back as low as she could and pushed back into his rapid thrusting. Giovanni yanked on her hair a bit harder. “Move with me not against me, Bella. I own this * bambina, you’re mine.”
She exhaled through her nose and slowed her movement to keep pace with him. He increased the pump action from behind until she was on the verge of collapse. To her delight she came harder than she had in a very long time. Bands of color exploded behind her closed lids. Her thighs, ass, her entire lower half vibrated and pulsed through the sweetest release.
Giovanni withdrew. He let go of her hair and her head fell forward. Her scalp stung from the rough play.
Mira hung over the sofa and summoned strength to her bones. She pushed herself upright and failed.
“We haven’t begun yet, Bella.” Giovanni smacked her ass, pushing his cock back behind his zipper and fixing his pants. She gathered her strength and straightened, closing the front of her dress. On shaky legs she turned and faced him.
“Why are you covering yourself?” he asked, rubbing his hands down her thighs, nuzzling his face into her neck. He was on her so close she felt like they’d both flip back over the sofa. She closed her eyes and smiled.
“I guess I’m a bit nervous,” she panted.
“About what?” he lifted his face.
“It’s been awhile, and I had a baby. My body’s different.”
Ridiculous! Giovanni suppressed a smile. He struggled to get a hold of his desires, and she feared the lovely changes to her body made her less desirable? He could barely get his dick to relax. Every fiber in his being wanted more. He denied himself the pleasure of release because the night was early. But his groin and chest were so tight he found himself heaving breaths through his nose. Her hips were a bit fuller and her breasts a little larger, but those were additions that he liked. Her skin was still the rich color of baked cinnamon and her beauty unchanged. “I know you had a baby. You had my baby, and it’s sexy to me. Don’t ever hide your body when we are alone. I love this body.”
He forced her hands down and eased the dress off her shoulders. She reached behind her back and unfastened her bra. It loosened and slipped away. He lowered his gaze to her thin panties. As if under his instruction she slowly tugged them off the bend of her hips and let them drift down to her knees, then ankles before stepping out in her spiked heels. She moved from the sofa toward the stairs and slowly began to climb. The evening sun disappeared into the horizon. The sky was streaked in deep purples and soft shades of orange. At the upper level all that awaited was a bed fit for a king on a raised circular platform. The previous owner was a designer out of Milan. He failed to repay a debt, so this place instead of his life was offered to Giovanni as compensation. He hated it on sight at first. But when thinking of a place untouched by others to take her too, this was the first to come to mind. He’d never spent a night in the bed and the other rooms weren’t done. His gaze was trained on the sweet sway of her backside. She glanced back at him. He followed, unbuttoning his shirt and cuffs.
Mira stopped at the bed, and then crawled over the pristine white sheets on all fours. She gave him another seductive wink from over her shoulder. Giovanni shed his shirt. His pants, shoes and socks went off next. She stretched out on the blanket and rolled over, running her hands over her curves. He took a moment to stare at her. She looked absolutely beautiful with the trim hairs over her sex and smooth flawless skin covering her breasts, flat tummy and shapely thighs. Even her calves and the curves of her ankles turned him on. He started with her feet and took one into his hand. Slow and gentle he massaged the center of her foot with his thumbs pressing in then moving outward in a circular fashion. She enjoyed it. Giovanni kissed her ankle and his tongue rolled over it tracing the shape. He parted her legs and pulled her down to the edge of the bed. Kneeling he explored the sensitive pink walls between the lip of her sex with his tongue.