*warning! This is a hot and steamy one!*Giovanni drove through the city at a fast pace. He placed his hand on my thigh and left it there the whole ride to his place. When he pulled into the parking garage at his place, he nearly jumped out of his car. I slowly climbed out with a smile plastered to my face.
The elevator doors dinged and we walked into the elevator, Giovanni put a key into one of the slots and the elevator lurched upwards. I watched as he put his keys into his back pocket. Suddenly, he took a step towards me and grabbed the sides of my face as he pulled me in for a agonizingly slow kiss. I bite his bottom lip causing him to let out a low moan. My hands reached from his chest to around his neck. Our mouths moving in sync together as the elevator took us to the top floor. When the doors opened he pulled out of the kiss and grabbed my hand as he led me into he apartment. As I walked into the room I nearly stopped at the extravagance of the place. It was even fancier then I remember.
Giovanni snapped me out of my trance when I heard his keys clatter on the side table next to the elevator. I moved my eyes towards him, he was staring at me while I looked at his apartment in awe. I felt my cheeks blush a little before he took a step closer to me. I could feel the lust radiating off of him. His hands reached out for me as his right hand grabbed the side of my face while his thumb traced my lips. I parted them slowly wishing he would kiss me more. His thumb moved to the inner part of my lip. His eyes watched my lips as my eyes watched him. He leaned down slowly and replaced his thumb with his lips, crashing them on mine while he held my head still. My hands reached for the bottom of his shirt tugging slightly, wishing he would take it off. His left hand held my hip, pulling me closer, I grabbed his hand and slid it under my shirt. He pulled away briefly with questioning eyes. I led his hand over my stomach and onto my chest, letting him hold me.
"Well fuck me." he said in a moan as he held my breast. His hand let go of my breast and I. watched as he started taking my shirt off, slipping it over my head and tossing it on the floor behind him. He started unbuttoning my pants, but I stopped him.
"Your turn." I said with a wink. He quickly took his shirt off and threw it on the ground behind me as well. His lips returned to mine and he guided me into the room as I walked backwards, refusing to break the kiss. My hands slid up his chest and held the back of his head, lightly tugging at his hair. Suddenly I felt something cold and hard touch my back. Startled at the cold sensation I turned around to see that I was backed up to the kitchen counter. I looked at him questioningly. He smirked at me before lifting me up and placing me on the counter so he stood between my legs. He grabbed my thighs in his hands as he unbuttoned my pants and left a few kisses on my breasts above my bra. I reached down and started unbuttoning his pants as well. He pulled mine down and ripped them off in one smooth motion. I pulled his pants down as we stood there, both in our underwear. Our kisses continued, they were hot and heavy. My hands roamed his body as his hands roamed mine. When I lightly bit his lower lip he let out a low moan and lifted me up from the counter. I gasped slightly as his hands held my ass. I wrapped my legs around him and we continued our kiss as he led us down a hallway before he walked into a room.
"Whoa." I said when I pulled away and looked at the room he carried me to. I presume it's his bedroom, but it's bigger than the room we were in last time. The bed was definitely a king size and it was made up nicely, so the sheets were pulled taut. There was a cool light fixture in the middle of the room. It looked like a work of art but also like a masculine chandelier. The windows in the room were floor to ceiling and the view of the city was spectacular. There were no buildings blocking his view like at our apartment. I heard him let out a small laugh and I looked back at him.
"What?" I asked as I tilted my head slightly. He was still holding my ass with my legs wrapped around his torso. He looked up at me with a smirk on his face.
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Literatura FemininaEver since she was 16, Scarlett has been the sole provider for her family. A weight that sits heavy on her shoulders. Now, in her 20's and taking care of her sick mom and younger brother completely by herself means her day job just isn't enough. ...