Asexual ✔️

6

The smell of arousal lingered in the air so strong that they both could smell it. After slipping on a condom Gio rested his weight between her legs, the warmth of her sèx was enticing.

Their lips were tangled in a more desperate kiss, so different then the first they shared. Hunger was evident in every moan and groan.

"Please," she begged, hoping he'll comprehend what she was asking for.

His lips lifted into a smug smile against hers before his body shifted so that his tip was at her entrance. Looking down at Violet, eyes wide in anticipation, breath still erratic from their previous actions, and soft sounds escaping her mouth- he slowly eased in. He was about half way when he stopped for seconds and without warning pushed himself all the way, going to the hilt in just one go.

"Fûck," Violet screamed. Her hands gripped the headboard behind her and her eyes shut immediately.

Peppering kissing over her face and neck served as a distraction for Gio as he tried his damnest not to move, providing her the time she needed to adjust.

Earlier, when she helped take his pants off and then briefs to reveal what he was packing she almost told him that the mission they wanted to complete was going to be impossible. How was he-so big and so hard- going to fit in her? All of the other three men she fúcked could fit in just one hand and here Gio was barely fitting in freaking two!

"Can I move, piccola?"

"Yeah."

He pulled out before rolling back in, gentle and slow; making her feel every aspect of his full girth. He repeated the action three more times before stopping deep in her.

He sat up on his knees and leaned back on his hutches, hands clasped her hips, bringing her lower body slightly off the bed.

"Don't let go of the headboard."

Gio smirked, his previous self control was thrown out the window when he began to pound into her without abandon. A rhythm of him thrusting out while he forcefully pulled her onto him was created, satisfying both of them.

"This feels...too good," Violet cried into the air. Not really directed towards Giovanni but to admit out loud that she was receiving pleasure during intercourse, something she never experienced and thought would never happen.

It was like experiencing your first roller coaster, at first you're frightened by what's to come and then you get on and begin riding and all that changed. It was like reaching the big drop. Some people loved the feeling of falling, the empty feeling in your stomach and the tingling feeling around you. Others hate the big drop just because of that reason. But as Violet began approaching that big drop she couldn't help but to want its arrival.

"Fúck, fúck, fúck, fúck," Violet cursed as she received one brutal thrust in particular. He was already so deep but some how he went deeper hitting all the right spots.

"Not so quickly," Gio slowed his pace when the feel of her insides trembled around him. "We're not done yet baby." He pulled out and flipped her over so that her face was down and her a$$ was up.

This time he plunged in with no mercy and picked back up where he left off.

"Why are you so tight piccola? Were the other men that disappointing?"

Violet didn't respond because she knew he knew the answer to that. Mr. conceited séx on legs Italian god.

When black and white dots began to over power her vision and the pleasure became too much Violet tried to crawl away from him, using the comforter as her leverage.

"Gio it's too much, I can't-" she couldn't finish her sentence as Gio took it upon himself to wrap her hair around his fist and pull, his other hand still pulling her onto him. She wasn't going anywhere.

"Take it, take the pleasure I'm giving you Violet. You know your body is now craving it, anticipating it." The tempo increased as her muscles tensed and her insides quaked."I want you weak to help you remember who did this to you, who gave you your first. I want to feel you come around me and then proceed to milk me dry, sí?"

"Yes. Oh my god, yes." She screamed as the first wave hit. All the talk of floating on cloud nine when people orgásmed seemed stupid to her but with the way her body lost control and the way she was giving in to it made her understand completely.

"There you go piccola." Gio talked her through her climax as the second and third wave crashed on her. "Give it to me."

Gio was holding out until Violet came down from her climax, he wanted to ride it out for her. If only he could see her face. The pleasure pictured on it, the way her mouth opened at times in a silent scream.

"Shît, keep clenching. Just-fuuucck...just like that." Gio threw his head back and released a long groan to the ceiling. Violet's orgásm subsided but she did what Gio told her to do- milk him dry. So she proceeded to squeeze his shaft in a vice like grip and slowly bounced on him. She couldn't help but to feel proud at his reaction, the sounds he made and the things he said. She enjoyed it and honestly turned her on.

"Why...are...how are your muscles so strong-shít-down there?" He growled as another load filled the condom. Looking back at the sight, Gio's head thrown back in pleasure, eyes closed and mouth agape, abdomen sweating and rippling with each hit made her almost want to come again. "God dámn I'm still coming." His body jerked one last time before the last of his semen released.

"Stop clenching," he gasped, wide eyed.

She smirked, "Remember when I told you to stop."

"Alright, alright point made."

When she released he pulled out disregarding the dirty condom in the bin next to her bed.

"I think that was the hardest and longest I ever came." Giovanni confessed.

Violet blushed and hid her face in the crook of his neck.

"I'm serious," he chuckled.

"Well I'm flattered."

A minute of silence went by; they were comfortable in each others arms so it wasn't awkward as one would assume.

"Thank you," Violet whispered.

"For what?"

"You know what," she blushed again deciding to trace the lines and crevices that formed his abs with her nails.

"It was my pleasure, piccola."

"What the hell does piccola mean?"

"In Italian it means "little one"."

"Hey, I'm not little." She smacked his chest and laughed.

"But to me you are, in every way too."

Gio's eyes observed the painting of the ballerina on her wall and the other sitting on the floor that she recently got but hasn't figured out where she wanted it to be displayed.

"I'm a fan." She clarified when she saw him looking. "There's another downstairs."

He nodded not completely focused on her words, "So you're into art as well."

"Sí. Dancing is just another form of art if you ask me, ballet especially."

He smiled, showing the white pearls of his mouth. "I'm starting to influence you I see."

The rest of the night was spent with them talking about art and dancing and getting to know each other more. That is until Gio's friend arise with the accidental feel of her thigh brushing against him. She apologized but instead he pinned her down and shamelessly rode her to the brick of morning.

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Another double update. On a sad note my wifi is acting crappy and conveniently so is wattpad though. : |

Enjoy!