*Olivia*
By the ti Giovani was done talking, my coffee was gone, but I was exhausted. Just hearing everything he had gone through made feel as if I had been there. I got up from my seat at the table and walked over to him, placing my hand on his cheek gently so I wouldn’t hurt him.
“I’m so glad you made it,” I told him softly.
Everyone else around the table murmured noises indicating they agreed with . Alessandro stood up and stretched, leading everyone else to get up as well. I had no idea how long we had been listening to Gio, but I could tell everyone was beat.
“Alright, I need to take a shower,” Alessandro announced.
Becca pulled him into a tight hug before he could get away.
“We’re going to head back in the morning,” Jas let everyone know. “But don’t forget we’re just a phone call away.”
He turned to Dahlia and kissed the top of her head, then moved on to Tallon and Alessandro to say his goodbyes to them. I felt myself starting to tear up as I watched them say goodbye. I realized that having Becca and Jas here had been like having a piece of ho with us. I was going to miss them a lot more than I had realized.
After she said her goodbye to Dahlia, Becca turned to . I quickly swiped at my eyes, embarrassed for her to see crying.
“I am so glad that Dahlia has you here, Olive,” Becca told before wrapping her arms tightly around . “You have always been such a wonderful friend to her.”
I let myself relax into her embrace and closed my eyes. It had been so long since I had been wrapped in a motherly hug. She pulled away and patted my cheek, then said, “You know you can always call if you ever need advice. I have a little experience with dating cranky old Italian n.”
I giggled at the sa ti that Jas said, “Hey!”
“Thank you, Becca,” I said sincerely. I had a feeling that I just might take her up on that offer.
With just a few more tears shed between and Dahlia, Becca and Jas were off, and we were back to living our independent college girl lives in Italy. I hoped that now that Giovani and his n had been able to stop the Russians, we actually would get to live the life we had envisioned for ourselves before moving here.
Giovani stood up and took my hand in his. A little thrill went up my spine as I was once again reminded that we could be publicly affectionate with each other now. I smiled at Dahlia and she gave a little wave before hobbling off to her room. I hoped that all the running around she had done tonight wouldn’t set back her healing.
“Alright, good night, guys. Let’s all try to stay out of trouble tonight, okay?” Giovani said before pulling away.
I heard Tallon and Alessandro laugh behind us. It was nice to hear Alessandro’s real laugh again. I had almost gotten used to the cruel facade that he had been keeping up when he was trying to blackmail Giovani.
Without a word, Gio pulled into his room and shut the door behind us, pressing against it. He leaned over , a smile playing on his lips. All of the fear and anxiety I’d been having for the past day was pushed from my mind, and suddenly, I wanted nothing more than to be with Gio in every way possible.
He bent down and gently pressed his lips against mine; one hand cupped my cheek while the other gripped my waist. Our kiss was slow and deep. I let all the emotions I had been feeling pour out into my kiss–all the fear, the anger, the passion, and especially the love I felt. All of it drove the way my lips were moving against his.
And he seed to do the sa to . He tugged at my bottom lip with his teeth and I let out a low moan, opening my mouth just enough that he let go of my lip and slipped his tongue inside . I pressed my pelvis against him and moaned again, suddenly desperate for more. I tugged at the bottom of his shirt, wanting to see him, but as he pulled it off in one swift move, I realized that he was covered in dirt and what looked like motor oil. I looked at his face and saw that he was still caked in blood. He tugged at the bottom of my shirt, but I stilled his hands with mine.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” I told him suggestively, then slipped around him and walked toward his bathroom.
As I walked, I slowly pulled my clothes off, letting him enjoy the small striptease. When we got to his bathroom, I turned around to face him. I was down to just my bra and panties.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled, his desire making him damn near animalistic.
I smiled at him, then reached behind to unclasp my bra. I felt my breasts jiggle enticingly as the bra was loosened, and I pressed one arm against my chest to keep them from being revealed too quickly. I wanted to enjoy the look in his eyes when he finally got to see them.
I slowly pulled one arm out of my strap, then the other arm, still keeping the bra pressed against my chest. Once I was sure he was damn near salivating, I let the bra fall to the floor and stood in front of him in nothing but my little black thong. My nipples were hard against the cool air, and my breasts felt almost heavy with desire.
His eyes were glazed over with lust as he stared directly at my chest. I smirked; it was an amazing feeling to see such a powerful man overco with desire for . It was even more amazing knowing that he loved .
“Now this isn’t fair. How co you’re still wearing so much?” I asked him in a sultry voice.
He looked down as if he had completely forgotten that he was still wearing pants, then imdiately started scrambling to yank them off. I giggled at the way he was rushing, but as soon as his cock was set free, I wasn’t giggling anymore. I licked my lips in anticipation.
“You like what you see, baby? You want to give it a little taste?” he asked, and I smiled as I realized I had lost what little power the striptease had given . He was just too fucking hot for to resist, and I was putty in his hands every ti.
Without a word, I kneeled in front of him and imdiately took his length into my mouth. I sighed as the familiar taste of him coated my tongue. He groaned and fisted his hand in my hair, encouraging to take him even deeper.
I could feel myself soaking my panties and I squird a bit, trying to rub myself against the fabric. Gio slowly pumped himself in and out of my mouth. I submitted myself to him totally and let him use my mouth to pleasure himself. I trusted that he would be gentle with .
I wrapped my hands around the backs of his thighs so that I could gain better leverage as he fucked my mouth. His hand in my hair loosened a bit, and he started running his fingers through it. I moaned against his length and felt him start moving just slightly faster, accelerating slowly so that I would know it was happening. Just as I thought he was nearing climax, he pulled away from with a deep groan.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, my hands still wrapped around him.
“I don’t want our first ti back together to finish like this,” he said, leaning over to help stand up and then pulling into his arms, “I want to take you into that shower, and I want you to get all nice and clean before I do absolutely filthy things to you.”
I blushed at his dirty talk, but I could feel myself growing wetter with every word. As if he knew just how badly I needed him, he put his hand between my legs and pressed against over the top of my thong. I moaned and leaned my head back, my breasts pressing against his bare chest. He chuckled as he felt just how wet I was, even through the fabric of my panties.
“I love making you feel like this,” he breathed against my ear.
I shivered, the tingles from his breath doing interesting things to the way my nipples pressed against him.
“I love it too,” I sighed.
He slipped my panties to one side so that he could dip his finger into my pussy, and I damn near scread at how good it felt. The moan I let out was shockingly loud, but I didn’t care who heard. This was my man, and I wanted the whole world to know that he claid and I claid him.
Finally, he was done teasing . He yanked my thong down and helped step out of it before he turned his shower on. He got into the shower and pulled with him, turning so that my back was pressed against his front and his arms were wrapped around .
His dick was pressed against , but the warm water had helped us both to settle down just slightly. We were both content to snuggle against each other, just happy that we were together. He nuzzled into my neck, and I leaned my head against him.
“I love you,” I told him.
“I love you too, so much,” he murmured into my neck.
I reached out to grab a washcloth and turned to face him so that I could help him get his face cleaned up. I dabbed gently at the wounds, hoping it wasn’t hurting him too much. When I got to the area around his nose, he flinched slightly and I pulled away.
“How’s the nose look?” he asked.
“Sohow, you look even more handso,” I told him honestly. The way it was now slightly crooked gave his face a sense of violence and emphasized his masculine features.
“You’re too kind, carino,” he said with a chuckle, then leaned over to kiss .
The kiss reignited the fire that we had started, and before long, I was moaning and grinding my hips against him. He ran his hands over my breasts, the soap and warm water making them slippery. He reached a hand down between my legs and hitched one leg up to rest it against his hip, then used that leverage to press his cock inside .
I gasped at the sudden sensation of being filled by him. He held close to his body with one hand behind my back and the other resting against my thigh. As he rocked into , he leaned his head down and took my nipple into his mouth.
“Oh, Gio,” I moaned, the pleasure growing inside .
He didn’t respond, instead moving his mouth to my other breast to give it the attention it deserved. All the while, he kept pumping his hard cock in and out. I felt the tension growing inside , desperate for release. Just when I was certain the pleasure couldn’t grow anymore without coming, he moved his hand from my thigh and started rubbing circles around and around my clit.
This ti I did scream. My release was so powerful I could feel my entire body shaking with it.
Gio moved up from my nipples and pressed his mouth against mine as he ca. I felt him moan against my lips, and it brought a whole new wave of pleasure as the aftershocks of my orgasm grew into another one. Finally, he stopped moving inside , and I went limp in his arms, totally exhausted.
He grabbed a clean washcloth and started scrubbing gently, working his way from my feet up to the top of my body, giving extra care to my breasts. Once he was satisfied that I was clean, he turned the water off and picked up, carrying over to his bed before going back to get a towel.
I sat on the edge of his bed and let him gently towel dry. I felt guilty; he was the one who was injured, I should be babying him. But I knew that he secretly loved treating like this, like I was his princess, and he had to take care of .
Once we were both dry, Gio helped get snuggled into his bed, and he wrapped himself around , spooning just the way he knew I liked. I sighed happily, knowing that in the morning, neither of us was going to have to do any sneaking out. I was going to wake up next to the man I loved.
“Sweet dreams, carino,” Gio whispered in the darkness.
“Sweet dreams, Gio,” I whispered back.
I fell asleep with a smile on my face.
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