Giada
When my back hits the mattress, Andrea's quickly on top of me. On his way, he leaves kisses along my body, one on the side of my ankle, one on my inner thigh, then, sliding my dress up as he goes, one below my navel, one in the valley of my breasts, one on my chin and finally, he claims my lips.
I arch my back and the next thing I know, my dress is on the floor of Andrea's bedroom. His hands are all over me, sliding up the sides of my upper body, gripping the flesh of my hips, cupping my face. So much is happening but when he pushes his erection between my legs, that's what my mind zeroes in on.
I reach for the zipper of his pants, quickly undoing the button on the top and he gets off the bed, takes them off along with his boxers, gathers something from a near drawer and returns.
When he's back on top of me, Andrea doesn't slam inside of me like I thought he would, like I craved. No, instead, his weight is on me again, his dick pressing into my belly while he breaks the kiss.
"Say a number," he says between heavy breaths. His eyes are locked on mine when his hand gently wipes a strand of hair out of my face. It makes me feel warm in a whole new way.
"A number?" I ask dumbly, still focused on all his skin touching mine.
"Yes, a number, Baby. We're at three. What do you think you can handle?" he asks patiently.
Oh.
I blush stupidly. How many orgasms can I take? "Five? Two more?" I ask slowly. As much as I love the idea of staying up all night, taking Andrea in every way he wants, I don't think my body can handle much more at this point. I'm only just getting back to the whole sex thing, cut me some slack.
But the man above me just smiles and plants a quick kiss on my lips.
"I think we can aim a bit higher than that. Personally, I've always liked the number eight. You think you up for that?" he asks, a devilish smile lighting his features up.
Meanwhile, my eyes must be bulging as I gape at him. "Eight? How would that even- How am I- How could you-" I can't even finish a damn sentence right now. I mean, eight?
But he keeps caressing my skin so painfully tender while he holds my gaze. "I'm sure you could do it with enough breaks. As to how, let that be my worry." Another kiss. "Do you trust me?" he then asks.
"Yes," I say without hesitation. His eyes burn a little more intense yet.
"Do you remember the word you chose when we played the first time?" he goes on. I nod. "Say it."
"Bay," I tell him. I picked it thinking of Pelham Bay Park which has always been a safe place for me. Thought it would be fitting.
"That's right. You know the rule, you say the word and it all stops. So, what do you say? We aiming for eight?" His eyes light up, something boyish about the grin spreading on his lips as he waits for a response.
Seeing him this happy, his face looking younger than normal now that he's not worrying about anything other than my answer, is enough for me to nod, working up a smile of my own. I'm lucky, am I not? He's fucking beautiful.
"Use your words, Sweetheart. Want to know you're fully on board with me," he insists.
I smile a little brighter. "I'm with you."
So his lips are back on mine, a hum coming from somewhere in his chest. That goes on for several minutes, us just kissing and making out fully naked.
"Please, fuck me already," I finally order, my voice firmer than I thought. Thing is, I'm dripping down onto the mattress below. The anticipation and thoughts of all the things Andrea has promised are killing me and I'm getting impatient.
"As you wish," Andrea complies, righting himself and spreading my legs by my calves. He kneels in front of my legs now and with the way he's pressing my knees into the bed beside me, he has the clearest view of... Well, everything.
But before I can think of feeling insecure, the man groans as his eyes devour me. He lets go of one of my legs to run his dick along my entrance a few times. "So fucking wet," he murmurs.
Then he slams inside of me in one hard go, ripping an unexpected scream from my throat. I don't remember ever taking him in this position and fuck he feels big. Good, so fucking good, always. But really big.
"Already screaming now, mh?" he teases me darkly.
"Not your name," I retort breathlessly. He tsks, leans further against me and reaches for something next to my head. I gasp at the new angle. Sure, this position is testing my flexibility and definitely wouldn't be comfortable for a long amount of time but the spot he's pressed up against right now just might make it worth it.
And he's not even fucking me yet.
Instead, he leans back, showing me what he got. The sight has my heartbeat spiking.
It's a red satin band, simple enough. Wordlessly and still without pulling out of me, he leads my hands up so they rest against the headboard. He pulls on something enough for his muscles to flex but I can't see what. The next thing I know is that my wrists are being tied together carefully before they're secured to something far above my head.
I can't help it, I twist my neck to see where he just tied me to.
And I realize it's a hook. He pulled out a small rectangle of his headboard to reveal a damn hook. I gape at him.
"Comfortable?" he asks, oblivious to the question on my mind as his eyes stay focused on my wrists. He gives the restraints a tug and then looks back at me. "Giada?"
"Sure. Yeah, they are. Also, why the hell do you have a hook hidden in your bed?" I ask, irrational jealousy burning up within me at the thought of who else has been in my position.
Andrea must be seeing every thought on my mind because he looks incredibly smug as he leans down and licks the curve of my neck. "Is my baby jealous?" he asks against the wet skin.
"Just wondering how many women you used it on," I shoot back. It's hard to stay focused right now when all I want is for him to finally fuck me and get me to number four but here we are.
"None. I got this installed right after you told me about all the stuff you were curious about and wanted to try. Never got to be used until now," he says.
Oh, good enough.
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Untangle Me
Romance24-year-old Giada Monti loses everything in a tragic car accident. Not only dies her last living relative but she also loses part of her memory. Having a hard time moving on after a turn like that, Giada finds herself in the clutches of the very ma...