When Gianna awoke again, it was to the darkness of an unfamiliar room. She tensed, panic threatening to overwhelm her. Then she felt the soreness in her whole body and the memories of the night washed over her like a tidal wave.
She ran a hand over her tender breasts, where Don Bianchi, no, where Nico had sucked at her, the pain making her cunt twinge eagerly. Heat pooling in her lower belly.
But the more awake she became, the more aware she was of how disgusting she was. Her slick had dried between her thighs, making them itchy, she had also fallen asleep on a wet spot, and that was all before she got to the smell of dry sweat on her.
Ugh.
She got up quietly, careful not to disturb Nico, who was snoring softly behind her. Walking towards what she hoped was the bathroom completely naked, she opened the door smiling slightly at being right.
She stepped into the room, it was larger than her kitchen and living room combined. The sink and free standing bathtub a shocking dark red, the tiles black, the gold taps glinting in the light. It matched the little she had seen of the rest of the house's interior, looking like it was taken from a the house of a fictional vampire prince.
It is to hide the blood…part of her whispered…and her huff of amusement at the thought vanished when she remembered what the man sleeping in the other room did for a living.
"Do not get too comfortable, Gianna, he is still dangerous," She reminded herself.
She could not let good-okay, fantastic sex, cloud her judgement. Nico was a mob boss, she could not let her guard down around him. Stepping into the shower, she turned it on, instantly melting under the sublime water pressure. Her hands running over her body, both cleaning and massaging herself. She had been under the spray less than five minutes when she felt a presence behind her. Letting out a shocked gasp, she tried to turn, only to have Nico press against her. His dick an unmistakable hardness against her against her ass.
"Nico what-?" He kissed the side of her neck, and she forgot what she was going to say.
"Missed you," He said, biting gently at her earlobe, and her back arched, his free hand coming up to caress her nipples.
"So responsive, so willing," He breathed, pulling her closer still.
There was none of the urgency of their earlier encounter. He slid into her, his dick meeting no resistance. He still stopped when he was all the way in, giving both of them a chance to breathe.
Tired of waiting she clamped around his shaft, and he canted forward, his dick settling more firmly in her.
"Cara mia, so tight," He whispered, thrusting helplessly into her, before forced himself into a rhythm.
Long, slow strokes, his dick moving at a snail's pace in and out of her.
"Oh, Nico, oh!" She could not help the sounds she was making.
With each languid glide , he made feel him slide against her. Then between one thrust and the next the game changed. Nico pounding into her so hard she wound up glued to the cold tiles, his big hands holding her thighs. Gripping her tight as he reintroduced her to his dick, over and over, and over again.
"Nico! Nico! Nico!" She was thrashing, her hands finding nothing to cling to. The spray from the still running shower, misting over her.
Tightness coiled in her lower belly, her toes curling, her release so close she could not talk anymore. Making unintelligible noises as her cheek slid across the tiles.
She almost had it, just a few more thrusts and she would be there. Nico, good man that he was, did not disappoint. He fucked that orgasm right out of her. Giving one last deep thrust before she felt him coming inside of her. Painting her inner walls with stripes of come.
He pulled out gingerly, breathing deep. His hands smoothing over her bruised hips.
It should have ended there, she had no obligation towards him. But instead, Gianna hefted herself off the wall and grabbed reached for him, pulling them both under the shower spray, taking the soap in her hands.
She lathered up first, caramel eyes watching him. When she turned the same attention to him, the gaze intensified. Gianna ran the soap over him, tweaking his nipples, spreading it over his abs, even going for his groin.
He hissed when she got there, his cock sensitive, but Gianna was careful. Handling it gently, going behind it work on his balls, her touch soft and gentle. She washed the rest of him like that, and the whole time he watched, silent, an unreadable look on his face.
By the time she finished, his dick was standing to attention and the unreadable look was gone, replaced by something she understood…hunger.
She was sore, and his dick was tender, but when he pinned her against the wall their mouths locked in a fierce battle, Gianna raised a leg, curling it around his waist. Giving him access. He guided the head of his cock in, and then fucked into her in tiny stuttering thrusts. Going slow for both their sakes. When he was finally all the way in, he did not pound into her. He rolled his hips, slow and steady, her pleasure center under the sweetest assault. When he came, it was with a soft huff, his body too tired for anything more. But even when he softened a slid out of her he did not forget about her. Face buried in the crook of her neck, he reached between her legs, his fingers attaching to her clit and working at it until she was shaking apart. So spent she would have slid to the floor had he not been holding her up.
"Come cara, one as wonderful as you should not sleep on such an unforgiving surface, "
They made it back to the bedroom leaning on each other for support. And after pulling off the ruined sheets, they crawled into bed, falling asleep soon after.
The next time she awoke, she was alone in the bed. Nico's side having long gone cold, sunlight streaming through the windows. She stretched, her muscles popping, then she rolled over, reaching for her purse and pulling out her phone.
It was eleven in the morning.
She lay back down, breathing deeply, only to jump up seconds later.
"Eleven! I have to go!" Gianna might not have had a shop anymore but she still took clients, and she had a meeting in forty-five minutes.
A drama club wanted her to make their costumes. She could not afford to lose them. Ignoring how sore and tired she was, she threw on her dress, grabbing her purse and shoes as she ran out of the room.
There was no time to feel ashamed at her walk of shame. "Good morning, I trust the night was as well," Not even the driver's teasing words and knowing smirk got to her, her focus on getting home and preparing for her meeting.
Looking out the window, she watched the city go by, regretting that she had not gotten a good look at the don's house. But even more than that, she found that she regretted not being awake to see him off…how strange.
"Eyes on the ball, eyes on the ball…" She muttered, it would not do to get caught up on strange emotions.