Upon their return from the restaurant, Gianna had thought she knew what was coming. There would be sex, clothes ripped and tossed aside. Shoes flung off to the side, leading to an awkward ten minutes in the morning where she searched for them. But how very wrong she had been.
The moment they had gotten to the bedroom, Gianna had instinctively known things were going to be different, when she reached for her dress and he stopped her "Do not move. I will be the one to do that,"
Unlike most of their past encounters, he had been the one to undress her, taking it slow. Unzipping the back of her dress, and easing the straps off her shoulders. His hands guiding the fabric away from her body. His mouth dropping kisses all over her as he moved. The randomness catching her off guard. Her breath hitching at the feel of him kissing the nape of her neck, her shoulder blades, her mid back, and each of her butt cheeks.
Upon removing her underwear, he had knelt between her legs and places a chaste kiss on her inner lips. She had rocked against him, but all he had done was pull back. The action too similar to the time he had gone down on her only to leave her hanging. But this time he did not leave.
When she was fully naked, he guided her to the bed. Gently pushing her onto until she was spread out like a feast for him, and him alone.
He undressed slowly, giving her show as he exposed his skin. The scars on his body making her want to lick him as he stood before her. When he joined her on the bed, she rose up. Pulling him by the neck and sealing their lips together.
He kissed her until she could not breathe. His tongue working her mouth, having long battled hers into submission. Swiping at her teeth and licking at the silky insides of her mouth. Biting and sucking gently at her lips whenever they were forced to break apart and breathe. By the time he let her go, her lips were swollen, her breathing uneven. But he did not stop his assault. Instead he moved it to her breasts. Licking, sucking and teasing the nipples until her back came off the bed. Her nails clawing at his back, scared he might stop, terrified he would continue and wanting him to do both.
"No,no, yes, yes, yes…" She had never known her nipples were so sensitive. How had she let such important information evade her for years? She had missed out on a lot, luckily Nico seemed willing to help her make up for lost time.
By the time he left her breasts, kissing his way down her body, she was crying. Fat tears rolling down the side of her face. He did not have to push her legs apart, she them opened for him.
"Beautiful," He whispered, she was so heavy down there, that she knew her cunt must have been shiny and wet. Not a single touch to it but her pussy was ready and willing.
But it seemed in Nico's book she was not ready enough for him. Clearly the man's agenda for the night relied heavily on torturing her. He pressed yet another chaste kiss to her folds, then he looked up at her…and winked. The next thing she knew, he was french kissing her wet pussy. His tongue diving deep into the squelching wet heat. Exploring her like a deep sea diver. Looking for secrets that not even Gianna knew she had.
Then his fingers joined the party, going straight for her g spot while his mouth hung on to her clit and sucked on it like the fate of the world depended on it. He hummed around the nub, his fingers not giving her sweet spot a moment of rest. Hitting it full on, there was no escape for Gianna, and her body, heaving and panting, finally accepted this. Her orgasm rippling out of her, her whole being going tense before collapsing back onto the bed. Leaving her a shaking mess, Nico still between her legs, holding them open. Licking up her fluids as they came no letting a single drop fall.
She was floating in that blissful post orgasm state when she felt the head of his cock at her entrance. The tip popped in and she moaned, planting her feet on the bed as she tried to get the rest of it in. But Nico, the tease, grabbed her legs. Nearly folding her in half. Only once she was immobile did he continue his progress into her. His cock carving a way into her tight passage, finding her sweet spot and hitting it dead on.
A look of pure concentration on his face, he pulled all the way out, and then shoved back in. Hitting her so deep she was certain she felt his dick all the way up to her navel.
Again and again he pistoned into her, using her sweet spot for target practice. His aim perfect every time. Her whole body lighting up. Above her he was gasping like a dying man, especially whenever he pulled out and she squeezed him tight. Making sure his retreat was deliciously painful, making him crave and regret leaving her warmth.
"Gianna, do not do that," He hissed, his voice breaking, and she smirked through her lustful haze.
"Do what?" She whimpered, his fingers tracing over where her lips had sucked him in.
Their none conversation ended before it even properly began. A few more clenches on her end and he let her legs go. Falling forward until their lips met.
His tongue moving in and out of her mouth. Moving in tandem with his dick. Her body overheating, overloaded with pleasure. She came a second time, the world swallowed by white light.
When she became aware again, he was still on top of her. Still inside of her, still hard. The veins on his forehead pronounced, every muscle on his body bulging with the intense focus it took for him not to fall apart.
Pulling on the last drags of her energy she reached up a hand, and ran it lightly over his cheek.
"It's alright, use me, come," Something inside him snapped then. He rose up, his dick slipping out as he grabbed her legs, hooking them over his shoulders. Her ass coming off the bed and resting on his bent legs.
He pulled her to him, making her body impale itself on his hard cock. The new angle reached deeper than ever before, and when he pulled out and jabbed back in, he went past her sweet spot, hitting something else deep within that had her seeing stars.
Oh.
"Oh, oh, oh…" That was the only sound she was capable of making. Her world reduced to the feel of his dick tearing into her.
Her cunt stretching around him, her walls wet and slippery. Every part of her doing its best to make sure he went deeper. To make sure he rubbed at her sweet point and then kept moving to the new spot, and he did.
Again and again, and again until against all odds, Gianna was coming for the third time that night. Her body peaking with Nico still holding strong. Still fucking into her. His slow rhythm was long gone. His dick burying itself into her with abandon, rubbing over her sweet spot and jabbing at the new pleasure center until she was seeing stars…again.
How was he-
When Nico came, she felt it. Not just his cock twitching in her. But ropes of come reaching deep within her, warming up her insides and coating an area that had never been touched by a man before.
She milked him as much as she could. The aftershocks of her orgasms doing most of the work. The little spasms hurting so good, she felt like tiny explosions were going off in her. He was the one whimpering now. Making low broken sounds, his body still shaking from the strength of his release.
He pulled himself out of her with visible effort. His body collapsing next to her like he was made of lead. Gianna did not blame him, the man had just wrung orgasm after orgasm from her. He had earned his rest.
Too tired to go anywhere but wanting to make him comfortable, Gianna turned until she was facing his now limp cock. She cleaned him with her mouth, licking and sucking. Being so gentle he did not even stir, not even when she ran her tongue over his sensitive length.
She fell asleep like that, his dick next to her face. It felt like the most beautiful view she had ever seen.