Page 22 of His to Keep (Reluctant Vows #6)

If I had any sense I’d probably say no, that we need to work up to something like that, but the rational part of my brain left the building the moment his tongue first touched my clit.

Now all I care about is feeling what this man can do to me.

I nod my assent, trusting that Gio knows what he’s doing.

He climbs off the bed and opens the drawer in the nightstand, taking out a large tube of what I assume is lubricant.

He must have asked for it to be put there or left it in the drawer himself.

Either way, it’s clear he planned for this moment.

Should I be mad about that? No. I take it as a flattering sign that my husband wants to claim every part of me.

Gio grabs my ankles and pulls me to the edge of the bed. He lifts me up by the waist to position me on my hands and knees. He puts a hand between my shoulder blades and pushes me down, so my head is resting on the mattress, and my ass is raised high.

I look over my shoulder as Gio smears some of the cool lubricant gel over my ass and then coats his cock in it.

As he positions himself behind me, I dig my nails into the bedcovers, bracing myself for an experience I’m not sure I’ll like.

Feeling the head of his cock pressing against my tight hole, I take a deep breath and slowly let it out again.

Gio slides in an inch or so with little difficulty before meeting some resistance.

“Relax, kitten.” He massages the small of my back.

The tension in my body eases enough for him to push all the way in. My lips form a tight O as I pant furiously, trying to adjust to the sensation.

“You have no idea how much it turns me on to see your ass swallowing my cock.”

A smile touches my lips. “Show me.”

Gio groans. He holds onto my waist as he eases his cock almost all the way out of me before pressing back in. I grip the bedcovers tighter. Gio draws his shaft back and forth a couple of times until he’s sure I can take it. Then he fucks me in earnest.

His savage thrusts knock the breath from my lungs.

My ass burns, but in the best possible way.

The feeling of being stretched like this is alien to me.

My head tells me it’s wrong, dirty, but my body welcomes the incredible new sensations.

Once I’ve gotten used to being fucked like this, I start to push my hips back to meet Gio as he drives forward.

The room fills with my moans and his, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. It’s incredibly erotic. My clitoris throbs and my entire body thrums with a desperate need.

“Touch yourself,” Gio commands, as if he’s read my thoughts. “Make yourself come.”

He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I slide my hand between my legs and rub a finger over my clit.

“Put two fingers in your cunt,” Gio commands. “Fuck yourself with them.”

I do as he asked. Blowing out a breath, I try to get used to the strangeness of it. As I slide my fingers in and out, they rub against Gio’s cock.

“Oh, fuck!” My body tenses as the ripple of pleasure at my core becomes a wave. It’s beyond anything I’ve ever felt before. My legs shake as Gio’s cock swells inside my ass.

“Come for me, kitten,” Gio demands as he pumps his hips.

I couldn’t disobey the order even if I wanted to. My pussy clenches on air as I withdraw my fingers. The room around me becomes hazy as every part of me shakes. I’m vaguely aware of a flash of discomfort as Gio pulls back and comes all over my bottom.

The orgasm that sweeps me away seems to go on forever. When I finally collapse in a boneless heap on the bed, Gio drops down next to me.

“That was incredible,” I tell him.

“Yeah.” He sounds just as out of breath as I am.

Snuggling closer, I smile as he puts an arm around my shoulder. While I’ve recovered from our exertions, his breathing remains harsh, labored. It takes me a minute to realize it isn’t easing off. Concerned, I prop myself up on my below and study his face as he continues to breathe erratically.

“Shit.” I place a hand on his chest to try to soothe him. His skin pales and his forehead glistens with sweat. Though he’s looking right at me, his eyes are unfocused. Is this a panic attack?

“Take a nice, deep breath,” I urge him. “Come on, Gio. Breathe nice and slow.” I watch him closely as he gulps in some air. “Come on now. In and out. You’re going to be fine.”

Another thirty seconds elapse before his breathing returns to normal. He sits up and leans forward, resting his hands on his knees.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

Gio snorts, a bitter sound. “I should have warned you I was defective before you married me.”

I narrow my eyes. “You are not defective. Lots of people have panic attacks.”

“It wasn’t a panic attack.” Gio pauses. He rubs the back of his neck and glances at me as if trying to decide whether to tell me more. Thankfully, he does. “Actually, I guess it is. I get breathless easier than I used to and when I can’t catch my breath, I panic.”

“This is because of your…” I point to the scar on his chest.

Gio nods. “Yeah.”

“And it’s happened before?”

“A couple of times back home and once when I was walking up Ben Wyvis. I got it under control pretty fast.”

I can tell he’s trying to make light of the problem. “How the hell was your family okay with you coming here to climb mountains and rescue damsels in distress?”

“They don’t know. They think I’m back to full fitness.”

I want to grab him by the shoulders and shake some sense into him, but I don’t think that’s what he needs right now. Instead, I get up, pull back the covers, and climb into bed. I pat the space beside me.

“Come on, Signore Volante. Let’s get an early night.”

Gio prowls toward me, the glint in his eye suggesting sleep is the last thing on his mind. As he lies back and pulls me into his arms for a searing kiss, I sigh. I am going to have my hands full with this man.