Page 43 of Perfect Match
Butterflies skitter about in my belly. I’ve never felt so exposed or vulnerable. Especially as, through Brazilian jiu-jitsu, I’ve always seen my hands and feet as my safety. Now that safety has been taken away from me with the silk ties, and I have to trust that Gio will keep me safe. I’ve never given someone that much power over me before.
When Gio climbs onto the bed, some of my nervousness must show in my eyes because he asks, “Are you okay?”
“I’m a bit nervous,” I admit.
The smokey blue of his gaze softens to the color of the sea in Capri. “I would never hurt you, bella.”
“I know,” I say, and just like that, the butterflies settle.
He reaches across to the table and takes a small bottle of oil I hadn’t noticed earlier. And then I stare as he drizzles a line down my body. It’s warm and smells similar to my body wash.
“Is that bergamot and orange?” I ask, my body relaxing against the ties.
“Very good. It is, plus a couple of other essential oils. Do you like it?” He seems eager for my response.
“Yes; it’s like the body wash I use.”
“I know.” He almost whispers the acknowledgment before he begins to massage the oil into my breasts.
Holy hell, that feels good.My skin tingles under his touch.
With the skill of a professional masseuse, he massages from my shoulders, over my tits and stomach, around my hips, and to the tops of my thighs. Sometimes leaning over me to drop a kiss on my oiled skin or suck on my nipples. It’s excruciatingly good.
But when his hands move to the inside of my thighs and his tongue takes a leisurely path over my pussy, need literally crawls out of me as goose bumps dance across my fevered skin. The breath I was exhaling catches.
A muffled groan escapes his lips as he buries his face between my thighs.
“Delicious, bella,” he growls when he comes up for breath after thoroughly licking and sucking me senseless.
I’m teetering on the edge, my head thrashing from side to side and my wrists straining against the silk scarf ties. But the more I writhe on the bed, the more pressure he applies with his tongue.
When I’m sure I can’t take any more, he stops, and I pull against the ties, wanting to be free to tug his head back. Again, he reaches for something on the table.
A click sounds, followed by the distinct low buzz of a vibrator. And then he’s back, feeding the pulsing toy through my swollen channel until it curls to land onthe spot.The bulbous head massaging my internal wall.
“Fuck!”
“Don’t come yet, bella,” he commands, with one hand now holding my hips still while his mouth returns to devour my clit.
“I don’t know … if I can stop,” I gasp out, my fists gripping the silk like I’m drowning at sea and this is my only lifeline.
The pressure is building, my muscles tightening. “Please,” I beg.
“Now,” he demands, and I explode with a shower of sparks behind my eyelids. Every muscle tensing, then releasing, and tensing again. I’m lost in the blinding, intense pleasure of myorgasm. I’ve never felt anything like this, and it doesn’t stop till the vibrator is switched off.
“Fuck, I love watching your reactions,” he growls, and my body melts further into the mattress.
The piercing sapphire blue of his gaze stares down at me when my eyelids finally flutter open, setting light to new fires in my belly. I need him to fill me, stretch my soaking walls around his cock.
He releases first one silk tie on my ankle, then the other, before snatching up a condom. My heartbeat picks up in pace as the head of his shaft nudges at my entrance. With more freedom of movement, my hips lift to bring him to me, and my muscles relax to accommodate his width and length.
I wrap my legs around his hips, changing the angle so he can drive deeper with each thrust. Even our rapid breaths are synchronized.
I love that he is fiercely demanding with my body. His eagerness for pleasure is only matched by my own insistent demands of his body.
Our rhythm becomes erratic, frenzied. The veins in his neck straining. The muscles in his shoulders and arms bulging as he continues to pump into me.
Then every muscle in my body tenses as another orgasm takes hold.
