“Ti amo, Bella,” he rasped against her ear. “Don’t come. Not yet. Just control yourself and let me have you. My way.”
She nodded her compliance. Her knee bent to allow further access. She reached behind her, touching his face. He grabbed her hip instructing her on the ways that pleased him the most. Soon his passionate demands of her body caused him to roll her over to her belly. She buried her face in her pillow stifling the passionate cries that she held in her throat. Parting her legs wider with his knees he pumped away grunting into her ear as his powerful frame pressed her deeply into the mattress. He grabbed her wrists holding them above her head as he eased in and out of her. The strokes were tender yet forceful ones, and she finally lifted her head sighing with pleasure from the way he loved her.
Putting the side of his face to hers as he thrust into her from behind with maddening frequency, he pummeled her hot wet center with his jerking cock. She dropped her head in submission and he lifted on his knees pulling her hips upward so he could take her fully. Holding on to her hips he went in and out with meticulous precision causing her inner walls to clench and seize him tightly. “Not yet, Bella. Hold on!” he grunted.
“I-I-I can’t,” she stammered.
“You can!”
They both struggled to keep some sense of control because of Eve. The baby could possibly hear them with the door to their connected room open. Lifting her hands to the headboard, she gripped it to silence it from banging against the wall.
Mira was holding on to control by a fraying string. His thick hardness rocked in and out of her to the point she thought her pelvic bone would crack. None of it was about pain, just glorious motion that had her emotions reeling. Her inner muscles squeezed his shaft and she heard him groan and grunt, but the rhythmic motion of in-and-out never ceased.
“I can’t,” she gasped. Ready to unleash she vibrated all over with tension. He spanked her on the left cheek and the sting rippled through her vaginal walls making her clitoris quiver.
“You don’t give orders, Bella. I do.” He chuckled going still, then moving again. Was he punishing her? He was. God help her it was the best torture of her life. Mira could barely breathe or think past the pleasuring strikes of his ramming cock.
The spanking stopped and his hot, damp, hard body dropped on her back. He kept moving, rolling his pelvis against her ass with his cock buried deep into her.
“Are you mine?” he groaned against her ear.
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Il tuo piacere é il mio,” he breathed. Your pleasure is my pleasure is what he whispered to her. “Apri le gambe,” he rasped. Spread your legs, he said to her. Mira parted her legs and he lay on her, thrusting in and out. His grunts announced his rapid descent into the earth shattering orgasm that was pent up like a raging storm inside of them both. “Now Bella, now…” he panted. And she gripped tighter to the headboard concentrating on the swirl of delicious currents rippling through her *. When neither could stand it any longer, they climaxed in unison. Giovanni eased out of her, and she rolled over.
Sweating, she turned over and he again positioned himself on top of her, his flaccid cock pressed between them, their chests heaving and releasing breaths in unison. He moved her hair from her face. She smiled up at him. “I thought you were mad at me?” she said, sucking down deep breaths.
“No. Never. I was disappointed.”
“Because I lied?”
“Don’t lie to me. No matter what it is, I want the truth between us. Only the truth.”
“I’m sorry sweetheart.” She touched the side of his face. “I called Kei because I needed to tell him about us. I owe him my life, Giovanni. Do you understand? He’s my friend. We can trust him.”
“He’s your ex-lover. There is no place in our lives for him. Do you understand?”
“But?”
“Do you understand?” Giovanni said, his gaze hard, and his tone insistent.