Page 43 of Mine to Love
As my back arches, conforming to the perfect curve of his frame, his penis presses against me from behind. This position takes me to a place I don’t want to visit. But as I focus on Gio’s sensual cinnamon scent and the way his hand caresses my lower belly—sweet and loving—I do not stop him. I let him do exactly as he wants, erasing the memories of my past and giving me the new ones I crave.
Gently and then more forcefully, Gio squeezes me on either side of my neck. His touch has me at attention, fully present, as his hand on my belly dips lower. Overtop of my underwear, he teases me. I lean back against him so that my clit is more accessible to him. But just as I do, he retracts his hand and moves it up to my breast. Still holding me at attention by the neck, he cups my breast. We both moan in pleasure at the same time.
“I love how full they are,” Gio whispers into my ear. “I love how heavy, how…sensitive.”
“Ah!” I cry out as Gio takes both my nipples between his fingers and rolls them. As he stands behind me, he holds me in place by my nipples, repeatedly rolling my most tender peaks until my body trembles against him. I grab hold of his hips to keep myself upright as the sensation takes over me. As I do, he switches from teasing my nipples to massaging my breasts. This tactic allows the tension rising in me to simmer, yet my body is still tender, eager for more of his touches. Eager more so to finally have him inside me.
As if sensing my desperation, Gio releases my breasts and kneels behind me. I’m too caught up in desire to be self-conscious. But, with his face inches from my ass, I know he sees my scars and my cellulite. And I can only hope my shower was good enough to welcome such proximity. There is a slight hesitation as Gio runs his fingers over the scars on my lower back and butt cheek.Oh, God, please don’t make me explain those right now.Thankfully, he doesn’t.
Gio kisses along the raised flesh and then grabs my butt on either side. I gasp as he kisses my ass,literally. At first, his kisses are soft. Then, they turn to gentle bites. Never enough to draw blood or leave marks, just enough to excite me in a way I wasn’t expecting. I never knew that caresses there could be so arousing.
With my panties now soaked through, Gio removes them, leaving my lower half bare and ready for the taking. “Spread your legs and bend over for me, angel.”
“What?” The request catches me off guard. Asscheeksin the face is one thing, but assholeis another.
“Trust me, Darcy. I’ve got you.” His tone is so reassuring and the fresh kisses he plants on my bum have my nerves settling. I just…what is he going to do from this position?Every inch, he said. He’s going to kiss every inch. I take a deep breath as butterflies dance in my stomach. But, ultimately, I do as he says. “Good girl,” he purrs. And, before I second guess myself, he pokes his arm through my legs and massages my clit while simultaneously licking and kissing my asshole.
“Oh my God!” I cry at the unexpected pleasure of the circular motions. Thankfully, there is a nearby chair I can use to hold myself upright as Gio puts in work. The sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. My clit throbs with desperation after all his earlier caresses. And now, this position offers him perfect access to give me the release I’ve been craving for what feels like forever. And the way his tongue?—
“Relax, baby. Just breathe,” Gio says in between flicks.
“Am I not relaxed?” I ask. As I do, I can feel myself tensing.
He lets out a soft chuckle. But, instead of answering me, he just showers me with compliments. “You taste so good. And you smell heavenly.” It’s then that he inhales deeply and exhales the cool air right on my sensitive flesh. His words and the subtle caress of his breath have me melting. Okay, maybe I wasn’t as relaxed as I could be. But now I am.
“That’s my good girl,” Gio says. I give in to him and Gio intensifies the pressure on my clit. I almost wish that’s where he’d put his mouth. But I soon realize, his tongue in my ass is the perfect distraction. Without it, I’d be hyper-focused on my clit, on cumming. But, instead, I enjoy the combined sensation. And, all the while, my arousal creeps through my veins and the electrified nerves, finally granting me an orgasm that makes me realize I’ve never truly had one before.
My body shakes. My legs quiver. Cries and moans of pleasure rip through me as I pinch my eyes closed in response to the all-consuming pressure. “That’s right, baby. Just like that. I want to see your cum dripping out of your sweet little cunt.”
My body bends to Gio’s every command. And, once my legs are done shaking and I’m left breathless and speechless, Gio runs his finger through my sensitive, slick slit. As he retracts his finger, I hear him suck. “You are my favorite meal.” He repeats the process of stealing my cum from inside me and bringing it to his mouth. I smile and relish in the joy we both have. That position is the most vulnerable one I’ve ever been in. Somehow, having done what we just did leaves me with a sense of calm. If I feel comfortable enough to let Gio touch me there, then I shouldn’t have any reservations about anything to come. That’s a freeing thought.
As my smile grows, I consider the possibility that Gio knew exactly what he was doing. He was freeing me of my inhibitions.First, we built the emotional trust. And now, the physical. What comes next? Nothing but pure, devious, and delectable pleasure.
Gio stands, pulling me upright with him. He spins me around and I steady myself using his forearms. Gently, he caresses my cheek. “How do you feel?” he asks.
I laugh. “Obedient.Anything you say, anything you want—I trust you to make me feel good.” He smiles and nods. Then, his eyes drift down to my breasts, which are still carefully restrained by my bustier.
“Then I say, it’s time we remove this.” At that, Gio reaches around me and brings his hands to the clasp on my bra. With ease, he undoes the hooks, and the dainty fabric tugs away from my skin. I feel my breasts sink as I’m left completely exposed before him. But I am not ashamed, and I never will be again. Because I have a man—a gorgeous, handsome man—who holds my heart and my body with gentlenessandpossessiveness. His love for me has shown me I’m worthy. His desire for me has shown me I am desirable. In his eyes, there is nothing wrong with me. And it is through his eyes that I wish to see myself for the rest of my life.
Gio steps forward and kisses each of my breasts. And then, without hesitation, he lifts me and carries me straight to the bed surrounded by bound pages of love. And yet, of all the love stories in this room, ours is my favorite.
38
The tasteof her lingers on my lips as I place Darcy on the edge of the bed. I lick them as I take her in from a new angle. She sits before me, naked, with her legs dangling over the edge and her back arched. Finally, I see her—all of her—and she is the most beautiful creature ever created. Her thighs are thick and strong. I yearn to have them wrapped around me, pulling me into her even deeper. Her hips are wide and perfect for grabbing onto. Her stomach is that of a goddess’s and her breasts are like the ripest, juiciest fruit, ready for plucking and devouring.
As I admire this woman who is mine, desire pulses more intensely inside me than it ever has before. I bring my hand to her slit and feel her warmth and slick arousal. Darcy gasps as I slip a finger inside her. She looks down, watching as I move my finger in and out. All the while, I watch her. The way her mouth opens in pleasure, the amazement in her icy gaze, the crease of ecstasy in her forehead.
“Is this what you want, baby girl?” I ask, toying with her. She and I both know this is just a warmup. I don’t want her to feel any pain. I want her wet and ready to take every inch of me.
Darcy shakes her head and reaches forward. “This is.” She takes my dick in her hand, forcing my breaths to stall. Gently, she moves her hand back and forth in a surprising show of comfort and possessiveness. Yes, she’s ready. And I can’t bear to resist her any longer.
Removing my finger from her, I trail it up her core all the way to her mouth. I slip it between her lips so that she can taste herself. And then, gently, I use it to pull her toward me so that I can kiss her loving, longingly, and then, desperately.
As desperation takes over, I move my hand to her stomach and gently urge her to lie back. She follows my unspoken command, never breaking our kiss until the moment my dick grazes her still-sensitive clit. Pulling back, her lips part in anticipation and there is a gleam to her eyes as they lock hold of mine. Perhaps it’s a lingering euphoria from her recent orgasm. Or maybe a rise of emotion brought on by our newfound trust. Perhaps it’s something deeper, like love. Either way, I am captivated by her gaze. And it is with locked eyes that I finally enter her.
Darcy gasps and throws her head back as I fill her. I do my best to swallow my own sounds of pleasure so I can hear hers. I want to hear her every noise—her moans and rapid breaths, the slap of our skin, and the way her pussy squirts as I thrust in and out. Grabbing hold of her hips, I pull her deeper onto me. She wraps her legs around me, crossing her ankles behind my back. “Fuck, yes, baby. Just like that.”
As I move in and out, I enjoy the symphony of us and the view of her breasts bouncing up and down as my body collides with hers. She feels amazing as her inner walls wrap around me. And she looks even more delectable. But, her eyes, I can’t see her eyes. “Look at me,” I command, and Darcy fights through the force of my thrusts to obey me. She lifts her head and meets mygaze. Sweat dampens her forehead and her stomach. Fresh tears drip out of the corners of her eyes.
