*Olivia*
I looked down at Giovani kneeling on one knee before and knew exactly what my answer to him would be. I’d known for a while now that I was ready to be his wife. I was so happy that he was on the sa page as . He looked up at with nervous anticipation, and I couldn’t help but grin down at him.
“Oh, Gio, yes! Yes! A million tis yes!” I shrieked, jumping forward to wrap my arms around him.
He stood up to catch , then grabbed my hand and put the ring on my finger. It fit perfectly, and I absolutely loved it. The erald in the center sparkled in the setting sunlight and I knew I would end up staring at it for hours. I held it up so that Gio could see how it looked on and he smiled, a possessive look on his face.
“I love you,” I said, pulling him in for a deep kiss.
“I love you so much, more than words can say,” he murmured before settling his lips on mine.
He didn’t need to find the words. I knew exactly how he felt.
The rest of the balloon ride flew by in a blur of happy tears, Gio keeping his arms wrapped tightly around the entire ti. We landed with a hard thud and I felt him shudder behind .
“You didn’t have to do this on a hot air balloon,” I admonished him. “I know you’re not comfortable in them.”
“I wanted it to be perfect for you,” he said and leaned down to kiss my neck. “You deserve perfection.”
I hoped he would be able to understand that he was perfection to . He could have asked to marry him back ho in our bed, and I would have said yes. I loved the extra fanfare, but I didn’t need it, not from him. He was more than enough for .
Back in the car, Gio asked , “Would you like to go to dinner? I have reservations for sowhere you’ll love.”
I looked at our hands tangled together, my ring glinting in the light, then looked at his beautiful face. I knew exactly what I wanted.
“I’m not ready to eat yet,” I said quietly, mindful of our driver overhearing. “I want you. I need you.”
His eyes went dark with desire and he clung to my hand a little more forcefully. Without another word, he pulled out his phone and called the restaurant to get our reservation moved back by a few hours. I had to stifle a giggle at his reaction. I had no idea why I held so much power over him, but the way he worshiped my body made feel like a goddess.
Back at the house, I led Gio to the room I’d picked to be our bedroom. I felt him silently stalking behind , his masculine energy filling the air. It filled with a delicious sense of anticipation. When we got to our room, he shut the door behind him and turned to . His eyes were sharp as they raked their way up my body, but it was his hands that I wanted on .
“What would you like to do to ?” I asked softly. The corner of his mouth twitched, he loved it when I asked him that.
“I want you naked and on that bed. Now,” he demanded. His words sent a shiver straight from my heart to the tops of my thighs.
Stepping out of my shoes, I untied my dress at my hip and yanked it open, letting it fall to my sides. I already wasn’t wearing a bra, so with a few quick movents, I was almost completely bare. I didn’t stop there, though; I wanted to comply with his enticing orders. I hooked my hands around the waist of my panties and quickly pulled them down, turning around so that he would get a nice view of my ass.
Once I was fully naked, I got onto the bed and lay on my side so that I could face him. He looked at like I was the best piece of art he’d ever seen, which was saying a lot considering how many European art museums the man had been to.
I bit my bottom lip as I looked at him, just waiting to see what he wanted to do next. He unbuttoned his linen jacket and hung it up before rolling up his sleeves to his elbows. His movents were slow and calculated. He knew he was getting hotter and hotter without even touching .
“Good girl. Now, let see you touch yourself,” he said in that sa demanding voice that I loved, “I want to see that pretty ring sparkling while you give yourself pleasure.”
I faltered for a second. Touching myself in front of him was a struggle when I wanted his hands on . But the fact that it felt dirty also made it that much hotter. Slowly, I moved my left hand down between my legs. I stayed on my side and hitched my right leg up to give myself better access. Keeping my eyes on him, I dipped my middle finger low enough to feel the wetness that he’d called forth with his words. I slowly dragged my finger up to my clit, using my own wetness to lubricate myself.
I gasped when I touched my clit. I was already swollen with desire and my touch felt wonderful against the sensitive spot.
“That’s right. You’re such a good girl,” Giovani murmured, his voice gravelly with desire.
His words of encouragent had wanting to please him even more. I circled my clit once, then dropped my hand back down to press into my opening. Gio ca closer, but I was getting so worked up that I was only vaguely aware of him. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to sink into the sensation of pleasuring myself.
Without warning, I felt Gio’s tongue on my nipple. He licked the pebbled skin and then surrounded it with his lips, sucking and gently biting. I rolled to my back to give him better access to my breasts but kept my hand between my legs.
As I’d hoped he would, Giovani moved to my other nipple and gave it the sa treatnt. Between his mouth and my hand, I was already on the precipice of orgasm. I felt myself winding tighter and tighter, but before I could send myself over the edge, Gio circled his hand around my wrist and pulled my hand away. A small whine escaped the back of my throat at the sudden lack of sensation, but I didn’t have to wait for long.
“Now it’s my turn,” Gio said before settling himself between my legs, my knees resting over his shoulders.
Going from my hand to his mouth was almost too much for to handle, but he was slow enough that it didn’t beco overwhelming. He started with gentle kisses before letting his tongue lazily lick all the way to my clit, circling my nub once then moving back down.
I arched my back and raised my hips to better et his mouth. My moans and gasps filled the air. Giovani adjusted himself slightly so that he could press a finger into and use it to manipulate from the inside while his tongue kept working on the outside.
“If I let you co now, will you co again once I’m inside you?” he asked, his breath tickling in all the right places.
“Yes!” I gasped, not sure if it was true but willing to say anything to find my release at this point. “Please let co!”
He chuckled and quickened his movents, bringing right back to the edge that I’d already been at once before. This ti there was no stopping, and before I knew it I was falling into the abyss. Gio kept his mouth on and his finger inside to guide through the orgasm.
When it was clear that the wonderful aftershocks were gone, he stood up and began to undress himself. I watched him lazily from the bed, too spent to get up but enjoying what I saw as he slowly revealed his muscled body.
He carefully hung everything up, then turned back to , completely naked. I admired the way the muscles in his torso all seed to guide my eyes to stare directly at his cock. It was already standing at full attention and in spite of my earlier orgasm, I was more than ready for him.
Gio stalked to the bed and helped move so that my head was laying on the pillows. He held himself over the top of , our faces so close that all I could see was his perfect eyes. Breaking our eye contact, he pressed kisses to my jaw and throat and moved his hand down to slide between my legs, gently working back up. When he was sure that I was ready for him, he plunged himself deep inside. I gasped as he filled , loving the sensation of him. I wrapped my legs around his hips to encourage him to go deeper.
He was patient and watchful as he made love to , keeping an eye on my face so that he knew when I was getting closer and closer to orgasm. He wouldn’t let himself co until he was sure we could go at the sa ti. Before long, I was panting and moaning as I writhed under him, his weight pressing down all around . He kept his strokes long and purposeful, refusing to let my movents distract him.
When he knew I was close, he pressed his mouth over mine, letting our tongues find each other. I could taste myself on him, but it only turned on further, reminding of the delicious orgasm he had already given .
His kiss was what undid the tightening pressure inside and forced my release. When he felt clenching around him, he sped up his movents so that he could find his own orgasm. His breath was hot in my ear and he finally ca with a loud groan that vibrated my belly.
We laid together for a while, just basking in the afterglow. He twined his fingers in mine and held my hand up to look at my ring, turning it so he could see it from all angles.
“It’s beautiful,” I told him.
“There’s a surprise on the inside,” he said, sounding almost shy.
I took the ring off and peered at the inside of the band, where I could just barely make out two tiny words engraved: “my carina.” My heart lted at the sight. It was the perfect reminder of Gio’s love for . I put the ring back on and snuggled back against his chest.
Before we knew it, we were dangerously close to missing our dinner reservation. We quickly cleaned ourselves up and pulled our clothes back on, my dress slightly rumpled from being thrown on the floor. I didn’t care, I was too happy about the fact that I was officially Giovani’s fiancee.
The restaurant was gorgeous, a quaint little Tuscan cottage that had been restored into an intimate dinner spot. We sipped on our wine and enjoyed appetizers as we talked about the wedding that we now had to plan.
“I don’t care where or when it is, carina, I would marry you tomorrow if I could,” he told honestly, taking my hand in his.
I smiled at his words. “I feel the sa. I’ve been waiting my whole life to find soone who loves like you do. I can’t wait to be your wife.”
We talked long into the night, just enjoying each other’s company. Finally, it felt like I just might be getting my happily ever after.
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