*Olivia*
“Giovani...” I breathed out, my eyes fluttering as he tugged my shirt over my head, exposing my chest to the sultry air.
He nipped my lower lip, pulling it with his teeth as his hands wandered my heated skin.
Giovani’s kisses trailed down my neck. I clenched my arms around his neck as his tongue swirled around my breasts. His long, hot tongue licked across my hardened nipples, and I inhaled sharply before his mouth closed around the soft flesh.
He slled good–too good. From his hands to his hard body rubbing against mine, I wanted more. His thumb circled one nipple while his tongue worshipped the other, and I gasped at the sinful feeling.
God, I liked him.
Everything about him.
Fear of my first ti be damned. I wanted this. I wanted all of him.
His mouth made a popping sound as he released my breast, and I wasted no ti pulling his head up to my mouth. Giovani pulled from the wall, quickly maneuvering us to the floor as he laid down gently, cradling my head on the plush carpet.
His body covered mine, his hardened bulge eting just where I wanted it to, despite the clothes. I moved instinctively, the friction causing us both to groan.
“Eager, aren’t we, carina?” he asked with a mischievous chuckle. “You aren’t going to run away again, are you?”
“Just fuck ,” I demanded, breathily.
He obliged with a grin, as I dug my fingers into his shirt, the buttons popping with the force I used. I pushed it down his shoulders, revealing his muscled figure to my eyes. His skin was tanned like it had been kissed by the sun, and I wasted no ti running my hands down every inch of it I could feel.
We explored one another, his hands running down my waist and then hitching in my shorts as he pulled them down and out of the way.
I was soaking wet. I could feel it dripping as I rubbed against the fabric of his jeans, needing any kind of friction or I’d go insane.
He firmly gripped my thighs, parting them as he left my mouth to lick a long strip down my stomach. He dropped a nip to my inner thigh and I let out a soft squeak. I could feel him chuckling as he made his way to my sex.
My heart pounded in my ears, eager but also scared. I had never done this before, and I was clearly more inexperienced.
But still, I had never felt this good before.
While I was debating in my head, Giovani had no such concerns as he plunged his tongue into my cunt, and I cried out.
“You taste so good,” Giovani moaned lowly, “A perfect little tentatrice.”
But that was just a taste, and with a dark look in his eyes, he went in for seconds. I gasped at the feel of him devouring , his fingers quickly following as he traced them up and down my wet slit, and I rocked my hips in ti with his tongue, needing more.
I clenched my hands in his curls, holding on for dear life as he plunged his digits into my cunt, his tongue sucking on my clit in return.
I could feel his eyes on , taking in every second of the pleasure he gave as he masterfully pulled toward a climax. I whimpered, pressure building in my stomach in a way I had never felt before.
But then he pulled back, a teasing smile on his face, and his fingers pulled out of with a wet pop.
My eyes went wide, staring at him in disappointnt as he lifted his soaked fingers to his face, his eyes locked on mine as he licked his fingers clean.
“Deliziosa,” he murmured, licking every last drop up like I was a sweet candy he couldn’t get enough of.
I pouted, that peak drifting away as he chuckled.
“Good girls co when they’re told, Olivia,” he smirked.
But I could play this ga, too. I smirked back, sitting up as I grabbed his jeans, quickly unbuttoning them.
“And I told you,” I purred, as I hung around his neck, pressing my body over his, “that I like to get what I want.”
Giovani grinned wickedly as I reached between us to unbutton his jeans, cupping the front of him. He smirked even wider as my eyes went huge at the feel of him.
He was massive, just like I suspected, and I licked my lower lip, wondering how he’d feel inside of , how he’d taste.
I slid on top of him, the contact causing to gasp as he tightened his grip on . I breathed out, sliding back and forth on his cock. He watched with lidded eyes, letting do as I wanted as that feeling built again.
“Touch ,” I demanded, wanting his hands on .
He obliged happily as he swirled his tongue around my hardened nipple, and I gasped as he drove to the edge again.
He humd, grazing his teeth across my breast, and I sloppily hurried my pace, chasing after that high I was looking for.
He bit down, tugging at my nipple just as I tumbled over the edge, gasping from the force of my orgasm.
But I needed more.
“Naughty girl. You ca all on your own,” Giovani smirked, teasingly.
The mont I tried to move my hips, his hands tightened around them, preventing any sort of movent.
“Giovani,” I glanced up at him, pleadingly, a whine I couldn’t stop in the back of my throat coming out. “Please fuck .”
Sothing in his gaze snapped and before I knew it, his hand snuck around my head, grasping my hair in his hands as he kissed .
The taste of myself lingered on his tongue. It was odd and salty but not bad.
Giovani shed his pants with skill, laying back down gently as he took himself in his hand, pumping a few tis before he slipped on a condom I hadn’t seen him grab. I watched with wide eyes, wondering how on earth a monster of that size could fit inside of .
His fingers dove back into , and I cried out as he stretched them out inside of , opening up for him. Once he seed satisfied, he aligned himself against my cunt, and I breathed heavily, both in fear and excitent.
I kept my eyes locked on his.
Do it. Take , I wanted to say.
He listened.
The head of his cock pushed through my opening and I winced, not quite hurting but feeling the stretch. I hung onto the back of his neck, breathing through my nose. It stung, but not quite as much as I thought it would.
I gasped as he fully pressed into , filling every inch of perfectly until I was so full, I felt I could burst. I clenched down on him, testingly, and he groaned.
“Easy, carina,” he said softly, letting adjust for a mont.
I clenched his arms as he leaned over , my legs wrapping around his waist as we breathed together. At this mont, we were one.
“rde,” Giovani cursed and then he began to move.
I gasped aloud as he plunged inside of , the pleasure filling . I writhed underneath him, but I was pinned between him and the floor.
His lips claid mine as his pace increased. I tried my best to et him, sloppily moving my hips to his, but I couldn’t focus on anything but his cock as he pounded into .
He was so deep, fucking harder and harder as he swallowed every inch of my gasps and moans.
That pleasure built in my stomach, sending shockwaves through my skin every ti he slamd into . It was building and building like a balloon. His lips moved to my neck, his teeth lightly biting at the skin and his breath burning as our sweat-soaked skin mingled together.
I couldn’t tell what was him or any longer.
“Giovani,” I cried out and he cursed once more, his teeth digging into my skin roughly as he pushed into one more ti, and we were both coming undone.
There was silence, only the sound of us panting, and then Giovani was rolling off of , laying on my side as his cock pulled out of with a squish. I could feel sothing pouring out of my cunt, dripping onto the floor, but I didn’t care.
I turned on my side, my eyes eting his as what we had just done washed over us.
I didn’t regret it, but there was a sense of sha.
Dahlia. What would she say if she knew what we had just done? This could ruin our friendship.
“What’s on your mind, carina?” Giovani asked, propping himself up on his elbow to watch , “You’re distracted.”
He brushed my hair away from my face, cupping my cheek so gently, like I was glass that he could break.
“Dahlia,” I answered, worriedly. “I’m worried she’ll hate .”
He frowned, pulling his hand back from , “Do you regret it?”
“No!” I cried, grabbing onto his hand as I dove into his arms. They wrapped around so naturally, as if this was where I belonged. “I can’t say I don’t like you and I definitely don’t regret it, but I’m worried about how she’ll react. She’s my best friend. I can’t lose her.”
“I like you, too,” Giovani chuckled, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “So, we’ll just have to keep it quiet until we know if we can work or not.”
I was smiling before I realized it, my heart bursting with joy to know he liked too. We lay there on the floor, a ss together, but there was nowhere I would rather be as I soaked in his presence.
But eventually, I beca uncomfortable with the stickiness.
The two of us got up in silence, gathering our clothes and pulling them back on. I watched Giovani button up his shirt, missing the sight of his bare skin but knowing this wasn’t the ti.
“I don’t want Dahlia to see leaving here like this,” I gestured to the ss that was my hair and clothes. “So I better be gone before they get back.”
Giovani nodded, a smile on his lips as he walked to the office door. Right before I grabbed the doorknob, he pulled in for one last kiss.
“I’ll see you later, carina,” he smirked, tracing the mark he had left on my neck.
I blushed, rushing out of the office as I heard his laughter echoing behind .
Well, Damn.
I was so fucked–in more ways than one.
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