Page 78 of Giovanni the Savage

Our hands roam each other’s bodies desperately as he pleases me with his tongue, fingers, and dick.

In record time, I’m toppling over the edge, chanting his name loudly, not caring that Ashley had said she’d wait by the door.

Nothing matters now except the familiar feeling of his seed emptying inside me.

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“I missed this,” I hum, running my hands through his hair resting on my chest.

“Being freshly fucked?” he teases.

I laugh lightly and smack his back.

“Close, but not just that.”

He lifts his head up and kisses my jaw. “Tell me what you missed, darling.”

“Everything,” I confess. “I missed your smell, your eyes, your smile, your touch, your laughter, your …”

He cuts me off by seizing my lips in a passionate kiss.

“We can have it all back, baby,” he whispers, letting my lips go.

My insides are humming with contentment as I’m staring at the reason for that contentment.

“I’d like that.”

“Let’s start over, baby. Let’s make this real and move to the next level.”

“Baby,” I whisper.

“Consider this my unofficial way of asking you to be my girlfriend,” he declares.

I scrunch my nose. “I thought that was for teenagers.”

“So, what would you prefer?” He wiggles his brows. “My woman?”

I chuckle. “Much better.”

“Okay, an unofficial way of asking you to be my forever woman.”

I smile and massage his scalp. “And what would the official way be like?”

He smiles. “I’d rather you wait and find out.”

“Perhaps a trip to space?” I tease him, but I backtrack when he looks at me intently.

“Would you want that?”

“Christ, I’m joking.”

“You know I’d do anything for you.”

I nod. “You’ve proven that a couple of times.”

Our lips meet in the middle, and we share a sensual kiss that seals our promises and hopes of moving forward.

It feels good to not hold back. It feels good not to feel guilty after saying nice things to him and not to count down to when it all ends.

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