De Luca

Chapter 10

***Warning this chapter contains explicit mature scenes. Read at your own risk.***

Giovanni pov

The vibration of my phone awakened me. At first, I thought it was Nathalie tickling my leg. Weird, I know. I remember reaching her place at six in the morning. The drive from aunt Jess’s house to Nathalie’s place was a two and half hour drive.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and slipped out of bed, going into her kitchen.

“Jason, what is it?” I asked in a hushed tone.

“Why are you whispering?” he asked, whispering in the same tone. Not really the reason for your call Jason, I thought to myself.

“Focus,” I told him. Rolling my eyes.

“Right. Just got word that the supplies have landed. I got the delivery guys lined up and made sure no feds are watching us,” He replies in his normal voice. I love my cousin, but sometimes I wanna kick him.

“Okay, that’s what you called me about Jason!?” I whispered shouted. He laughs.

“Of course not. Did you hit it? I mean, I knew you were seeing someone at the club, but goddamn, she is f*****g sexy,” Jason boosted. It irked me, but leave it to the men in my family, to be blunt.

“Hey, hey, don’t make me shoot you through the phone.” he laughed again.

“Michele and Leo are thinking the same thing. So come on, spill,” he cooed.

“What the f**k,” I ask, holding back a laugh. “Are you a woman? Just call me if anything changes, like real information.” I told him, and before he could say anything more, I hung up.

I walked back into her room, standing by her door as I took in her sleeping figure. She is magnificent. Her hair was up in one of those buns, and it’s a good thing too. I don’t think I could have handled her curls in my face.

I took off my shirt and pants, throwing them somewhere, leaving on my boxers. I crawl into her bed, her back facing my front. I leaned onto my left elbow and began kissing her shoulders. My hands moved alongside her curves, staring from her shoulder, dipping to her waist, and stopping at her ass. She stirred in her sleep, and I pause momentarily. She turned on her back. Her right hand went into her pants.

I raised an eyebrow, staring intently at her hand. She didn’t finger herself in her sleep, so I summed it up to that’s her comfort. It would have been weird in a jokey way had she done that.

I resumed my kisses on her soft skin. I wrapped my fingers around the waistband of her short pants and slid them off of her. I had to lift her waist a bit to get her short pants and underwear off.

She is a very sound sleeper.

I tossed them somewhere on the floor and ran my hands slowly up her thighs. Her soft skin calling to me. I spread her legs apart before laying flat on my stomach. I placed kisses on her inner thigh, each time, letting my tongue licked the spot I kissed. I gave her p***y a kiss, then a pec, and finally, a tongue kiss. She stirred, her hips rolling as I continue to french kiss her p***y. Her juices trickled down, and I lapped it up like the thirsty dog that I am.

I pulled back, licking her p***y lips. I stared at her p***y and watched as it pulsed. I let my eyes traveled over her body, drinking her in. Her shirt rose, revealing her slim, slightly toned stomach. I looked at her n****e that created a small tent and, lastly, her face. Her eyes were open and hooded. I licked my index and middle finger, rubbing them against her c**t, watching her reaction.

I bit my lower lip as she fisted the sheets, her tongue licking her upper lip. I stuck my fingers in her, her lips parted, and she gasps a moan. I took her c**t into my mouth as I continue to finger f**k her. I nipped on her c**t gently, quickly replacing the sensation with my tongue.

I removed my fingers, replacing them with my tongue. She tasted a lot like fruits. I don’t know how that could be, or maybe it is in my mind, but she tasted sweet and delicious either way.

Placing a kiss on her p***y, I took two fingers and stuck them inside of her. I kissed my way back up to her breast, taking one n****e into my mouth as I fingered her.

I wished I had more hands and a third head. One hand would finger her, as the other rub her c**t, another squeezed her ass, while the other grabs her breast. One head would suck her n****e, and the other head would kiss her neck.

She moaned out, and I placed a kiss on her lips. I kissed her neck, between her breasts, over her stomach, and back down to her p***y.

I continued eating her out, moving one hand to grab and squeeze her breast while the other assist me. She bucked, and I took that as a sign that was ready to climax.

I position myself, ready to finger her until she climaxed.

Her moans and curses got louder. She started moving away from my fingers. I got up and pulled her by the legs, letting her ass hang off the bed. I resumed fingering her, moving my hand faster, while the other held her in place. She bucked, moaned, and cursed.

My hand was beginning to cramp. I was close to slowing down, but she climaxed. Squirting and creaming over my hand.

I rubbed her c**t, and she trembled, her hands covered her mouth, and I smiled wickedly at her. I sucked on her p***y, and I heard when she sucked in air.

“f**k! f**k me.” she moaned out, breathing heavy.

I pulled off my boxers. She pointed to her dresser, and I understood what she meant. I pulled out a condom, ripping it almost immediately and slipping it over my d**k.

I stroke my d**k a few times, resting it over her c**t, rubbing myself against wet p***y. I press myself against her entrances, slowly, watching my d**k disappear.

“f**k!” I curse at her tightness. I had to work my d**k head inside of her before her p***y finally opened up and took all of me.

Her p***y walls were tight around my d**k, and my knees almost gave out. Before that happened, I pulled out and lay on her bed. She crawled over me, slowly sitting on it until her p***y got used to it once more.

Her nails dug into my chest as she f****d herself with my d**k. I cursed, curling my toes. I gripped her waist, one hand moving to grab her breasts—my other hand buried in her curls.

With the hand that held her curls, I brought her towards me. I pounded hard into her p***y. I felt when the condom broke. But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. Her p***y was hot, wet, and with each stroke, her p***y got tighter.

Her p***y pushed my d**k out as she squirted before she was done. I stuck my d**k back inside of her, holding her hands behind her back, and pounded into her. Her p***y was drinking me, sucking me in. ‘Like a vacuum.’

I turned us over, taking one of her legs and resting it on my shoulder, the other leg laid between my parted legs. I pounded into her p***y, my strokes becoming rougher and faster. She started shaking her head, and I could feel myself coming. I grunted and pounded harder into her.

Her moans became louder, and I covered her mouth, changing positions. Her eyes rolled back, and I f****d her harder. The sound of my d**k slapping into her was loud. Her bed creek, hitting against the wall.

She came, her juices drowning my d**k. I pulled out and pumped myself all over her stomach, some of which reached her breast. She squirted once more, and I rubbed her c**t until she was done. I breathed out, collapsing on her body, trying to catch my breath. Her breathing matched mines.

“I had wet dreams about you, and trust me, my wet dreams were not expecting that size or rough-f*****g,” she breathed out. I chuckled and kissed her. The room was silent, and I liked it. We fell asleep, my body still on hers.