Page 89

“Have you ever been with a woman before?” I ask not long later. We are in the bath and she is lying between my legs with her back to my chest.

“No,” she whispers. Then after a few moments of silence she adds, “But I’ve thought about it a lot.”

My hands are resting on her stomach, but I keep letting them wander up to cup her boobs because they are fucking insane and I think I’m obsessed with them. “What have you thought about?”

She clears her throat and lifts a leg to prop it up on the side of the bath. “Honestly? Well, mostly I just think about you fucking me. I don’t know if you remember, but I kinda accidentally saw you having sex not long before I left for England.”

“I remember.” Fuck. I try to suppress a laugh. The little pervert was spying on me. I thought it was hilarious at the time.

“I-I-I touched myself a lot thinking about that over the years,” she confesses a little hesitantly. “I imagined you were fucking me like that.”

“Like what?” I prod.

“Like from behind. With your, umm, strap-on.”

My cunt is fuckin’ throbbing at the thought of her making herself cum to fantasies of me. “You liked the look of that huh?”

“Yeah, I was so jealous when you told her she was a ‘good girl’.”

Interesting.

I kiss her neck and murmur into it, “Do you want to be my good girl, Francesca?”

“So much,” she groans and leans her head back on my shoulder.

“Let’s get out of here so you can show me what a good girl you are,” my voice is low and gravelly. I am so turned on that I can barely speak.

Gently I dry her off and then myself. She stands expectantly as if waiting to be told what to do next. She’s a fucking dream; so compliant and eager. Her sexual energy fits perfectly with mine.

“Take me to bed,” she whispers and I don’t need to be asked twice. I scoop her up in my arms and carry her into my room. Laying her gently in the middle of the bed, her hair fans out over my light grey bed covers.

I crawl over her and settle my naked body between her legs. Holding my weight on my forearms on either side of her head, I take her mouth in mine again and she wraps her legs around my hips, rocking her wetness against my stomach, searching for friction.

“You sure you want to do this, Francesca?” I double-check just to be sure.

She nods her head quickly. “I’ve wanted this for so long. But…um. I don’t know how I’m supposed to do it…”

I look down at where her hips are grinding on me. “Your body knows what it wants, my darlin’. Don’t stress. Just go with what feels good.”

“This feels so good already,” she sighs. “Teach me how to fuck, Gio.”

Jesus Christ. If she gets any hotter, I will explode.

My hips start to rock in time with hers and I kiss her harder this time. She clings to me and our chests press together. The sensation of her breasts hard against mine drives me fucking insane and start fucking her mouth with my tongue.

Driven by pure desperation to be inside her, I slide a hand down her body and lift myself so it can dive between her legs. Her folds are slick and I let out a growl at how easily my fingers slip through them. My thumb circles over her hard clit and she gasps and arches her back into me.

Continuing to spread her wetness over her clit, I push my index and middle finger slowly inside her. Her warmth sucks my fingers in and my eyes roll back into my head with the mental pleasure the sensation provides. My tongue fucks her mouth while my fingers fuck her pussy and her little noises and reactions drive me wild.

The walls of her vagina start to tighten as the pressure builds and I curl my fingers to hit the most sensitive spot inside her. Her hips buck and she cries out. “Don’t stop! Please!”

“Are you going to cum for me like a good girl?” I ask her.

“Yes! I’m…close!” She gasps.

“Who’s name are you gonna say when you cum, darlin’?” I growl in her ear.

“Yours!”