“Mmm, yes,” she sighed.
Without hesitation he buried his face in her soft mound. He watched how she responded to his sucking and nibbling on her swollen clitoris. When his tongue dove into her center she arched from the bed, her mouth gaping in a silent cry of pleasure. If he could chuckle he would. But his eyes fluttered shut and his senses were overwhelmed by her arousal. He ran his tongue up along her inner walls and then gently coaxed her button out of the hood of her labia to draw it between his teeth once more. His tongue then lashed and fondled her until her ass bounced on the sheets. After several swipes of his tongue he fastened his lips over her clit and sucked in a steady rhythm. Mira lost it. She clawed at his head trying to slow his assault. He continued until she unleashed for him with her entire body trembling and her bones going rigid.
Even as her orgasm waned she chanted his name. Giovanni eased over her, covering her body with his. He raised himself with his elbows while grinding his erection down on the silky heat he stirred between her thighs.
Mira gazed at him with half-opened eyes and noticed his ragged breathing, the way the muscles in his neck and lower jaw tightened with restraint. Her body braced for more. He brushed his lips over hers and then kissed her neck and went further. The tickles his beard gave her as his chin and jaw brushed down over her chest had her smiling. He sucked her left nipple until she was pumping her aching center up against his lower abdomen. “More, give me… some more,” she wheezed.
He guided her legs around his waist. In one deft move he thrust rock hardness deep inside of her.
“Yeeeessss…” she hissed.
Mira moved her hips in steady timing, keeping up with his natural rhythm. Together, this way, was unbelievably sublime for her. He dropped on her and started to thrust harder and harder. He sucked her shoulder, then kissed his way up to her neck. He sucked harder and she could feel bruising pain mix sweetly with the pleasure shocks from his lunging cock deep between her legs. Rotating her hips and squeezing her thighs, she instructed him in the ways needed to bring forth the orgasm that he held from her.
“Oh... oh... oh…” she panted when his thrusting became frenzied, and so fast she felt herself come apart. Giovanni sucked hard on her shoulder and unleashed. Weak, Mira slipped into submission and rode the wave of ecstasy. They both collapsed.
“We aren’t done,” he said.
“Yes we are!” she panted.
He scooted them up the bed, and she summoned the energy to get under the covers. “It feels like I’ve never lost you,” Giovanni said.
“You sound surprised.” She turned over and ran her hand over his sweaty chest.
“I am. I don’t know. Being content is something I’m going to have to get used to.”
“Yes. Let’s get used to it together,” she sighed. They lay in silence, and she drifted to the sound of his heartbeat.
“I really made a mess of things, Bella,” he said and her eyes opened. “I’ve managed to alienate so many. Without Flavio I’ve done things I’m not proud of.”
Mira wasn’t sure how to respond. It was rare that he lowered his guard and discussed his business around her. Should she listen or comment? She peeked up at him. His gaze was trained on the ceiling above. She decided to do both. Her hand slid up his chest and she reached to caress his scruffy jaw. “What is the problem between you and Lorenzo?”