Maybe if we are together in this, on the same side, then we can get past this.
As the music fades, signaling the end of the song, people clap and cheer around us. Tonight, wrapped in his arms, I come to realize two other things…
One: I love Giulio Giannotti.
Two: We need to get out of here. Fast.
And we do just that.
Valencia
Giulio carries me into the house where it all happened. The eerie feeling tugs at my soul, but then I am reminded of what it felt like when Giulio and I purchased this house. Before children. Before the stress. Before it all. How it wasn’t just a house but a home. Now it’s filled with heart clenching memories that if I think too hard about will bring tears to my eyes.
“Darling…”
Our kiss is hot. Needy. Potent.
Giulio sets me on the marble kitchen counter and my eyes shut to savor the erotic kisses peppered down my neck. They rush through my cleavage and down to my legs. I love how he crouches down to bunch up my dress and starts up my right inner thigh, sexily nipping at the delicate skin. His tongue twirls inches from meeting the rim of my panties, teasing me as he bypasses them to work his mouth up my left thigh.
“Yes, Giulio…” I moan the moment his hot mouth presses a delicate kiss at my heat through the lace panties. This right here is heaven on earth. My hands rush through his soft hair, driving him closer to where I need him the most. “Don’t stop.”
“Baby, I’ve missed these sounds so damn much.”
“I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too.” Giulio comes back up to kiss me again. Our hands roam wildly, leaving no inch of our backs not warmed by each other’s touch. “So. Damn. Much. Baby.”
I kick off my heels and wrap my legs around his narrow waist. It’s in that exact moment he flickers his eyes to my dress and he bites down on his lip. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me in this dress.”
Grinning, I surge my hips forward to grind on his hardness. “I think I have some idea.”
“Baby, you have more than some idea. You should wear this dress every day.”
“Oh, really?” I tease. “I don’t know how my boss would feel about that…”
“He’ll love it. Trust me.”
“Mmmm, even if I wear it into work for my last few weeks?”
“Fuck yes, but only in my office.” He growls seductively. Pushing my hair to the side, he aggressively lowers the zipper of my dress. “And only if you kindly reschedule my work calendar for the next three weeks—cancel that—this entire century to private meetings with this sensational woman named Valencia Giannotti. I don’t even mind working overtime.”
When my dress is flung to the other side of the kitchen and his dress shirt follows suit, I can’t help but laugh. Always so eager.
My palms rush over his torso, carefully avoiding the bruises, and my voice drops. “Done. What about undergarments in your office?”
“Well, if they’re anything like the panties you’re wearing right this second I don’t want you to change a damn thing. It’s perfect the way it is.”
“So you want them to be mandatory?”
“Mmhmm, just like they used to be.”
“And how will you know I’ve complied?”
“I’m glad you asked. Firstly, I’ll set you down in my office chair…” Giulio lifts me and walks us over to the dining table. It’s there where he sets me down on the plush dining chair and drops to his knees in front of me. I lean forward and am about to cup his stubbled jaw when he restricts both my wrists with one hand. The other gently grasps my throat as he inches closer, his lips brushing against mine in a hot smirk. “Just like this, baby. Next, I’ll do this…” His raspy voice alone drives me to arch my back at the rough kiss on the lace above my clit. “And then, something like …”
Our six months break has accumulated a buildup in our sexual frustration. It’s confirmed the moment he tears my panties, throws them across the room, and buries his head between my spread thighs. Suddenly we’re free falling, making up for lost time.
“…this.”
Yes!
Moans escape me and I throw my head back as Giulio’s mouth ravishes my pussy, his stubble teasing me further. My fingers grip the chair’s arms, melting at his touch. I’m confident he can hear my rapidly beating heart when those soft hands glide up my stomach and cup my breasts through my bra. One hand undoes it and dives inside, his fingers elongating the tips of my erect nipples.
“I want you, Giulio.”
“Baby, you already have me.”
I look down at him, and our gazes lock as his tongue erotically draws circles on my throbbing clit, he then works it down lower to my glistering center, teasingly licking and sucking before burying his tongue deep inside me. My heavy breaths have him spreading my legs further apart and his moan like hum vibrates through me.
The moonlight cuts through the open space, rushing across my body, and illuminates the way he makes the six months wait worth every single second. I get lost in his masculine scent and eyes that have me wanting to preserve the way he’s looking at me. How he throws my legs over his toned shoulders to deepen the sensation and pleasure me faster and faster.
“Oh my god!” I’m in sweet desire. I feel it across my entire body as the feeling builds inside me. It feels so good. Too good.
Giulio replaces his swirling tongue with his fingers. They taunt me ever so slowly until I’m moaning loudly when he pumps the same two fingers in and out of
