May 22, 2017
Aw, Gee, the youngest and the cheekiest of the first set of Santinis.
Relief coursed through Gianni as he pulled her against his body. He cupped her face and leaned in slowly to kiss her. Part of him wanted to rush…gorge himself on her. He fought those urges. He wanted this to last, to be the one thing that they both remembered for decades to come. He swept inside, taking in the taste of the tiramisu she had made. Was there anything as delicious as that? He needed to see her skin, touch her flesh. He walked her back as he tried pulling up her shirt. It took a few tries to get the shirt up and over her head. He threw it somewhere on the floor behind him as they kissed their way into her bedroom. It was dark but he did his best to get her to the bed. They fell onto the bed and bounced up together. She was still laughing when he kissed her. He swallowed her joy, lapped it up. He had never met a person with so much love for life.
He kissed his way down her body, pausing long enough to undo her bra then continuing on. By the time he had her naked, he was barely able to think of anything but her. He pulled himself up to his knees and looked down at her.
Thank the good lord for curvy women.
“Sorry,” he said trying to shake his head to get his brain to work.
He didn’t want to wait. He wanted to dive into her, feel those muscles wrap around him and lose himself in the wonder of being inside of her. But, he knew better than to rush it. It had been a while for him—because of the deployment and before it. He’d been preoccupied with things…and hadn’t met anyone worth the effort.
He leaned down and kissed her belly, then slipped down between her legs. He kissed each one of her thighs. With each lick, he inched closer to his goal. When he finally settled himself between her legs, he drew in a deep breath. Her arousal mixed with her unique scent drifting over him…teasing him…tempting him.