Page 63 of For Your Eyes Only
When the pleasure turns painful, and I can’t take it anymore, I gasp, “Bowtie.”
The vibration disappears. I hear the small device fall to the floor, and he embraces me, holding as his cock pulses inside me, my breathing mixed with his orgasmic groans.
As his breath slowly comes down, he reaches overhead, loosening the tie around my wrists. I push the blindfold off my eyes, and we roll so I’m on my stomach. He’s behind me, still buried to the hilt. Soft lips cover my back with kisses as he rubs my shoulders.
My arms are bent, hands beneath my cheek, and a smile curls my lips as he massages my arms, my shoulders. Moving away, he quickly disposes of the condom before returning to soothe and kiss me.
“You are amazing.” Another warm kiss to my cheek. “Spectacular.”
“Hmm…” is all I can say. I’m boneless, so relaxed, and a little sleepy.
“Did you like that?”
Nodding my head, I push against the mattress to roll over in his arms. He’s beside me, looking down with a smile, sliding my hair off my face.
“I think you broke me.”
That makes him laugh. “Not even close. We’re just getting started.”
Lifting my chin, I wriggle an arm out of his embrace, reaching for the table on my side of the bed. He watches me with a curious smile as I take my phone, swiping and tapping several times.
Once it’s open, I go to my Instagram and hold it over us to snap a photo. I inspect it closely to be sure nothing is exposed. It’s actually perfect. He’s not smiling, but his eyes are full of warmth.
We’re wrapped in white sheets, both of us with messy sex-hair. My lips are swollen and pink from so much kissing, and I’m smiling like I haven’t smiled since the day I got that letter in Amalfi.
No filter.I caption it, then hit post.
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Shula greetsme when I walk through the door of the condo. “Gia!” She puts a hand dramatically on her chest. “You are absolutelyglowing!”
“You’re late.” Bianca meets me at the door, far less dramatically. “You have three important DMs needing your attentionnow.”
“Oh, Gia.” Shula makes a sad face. “Can Private Eyes wait? I ripped a strap last night on my very best top. I wanted to wear it tonight.”
She holds out a sequined bikini top (no cups, of course).
“Another one?” I study the network of straps designed to lift her breasts while leaving nothing to the imagination.
“I was dashing around backstage, and it got caught on a hanger.” Her collagen-infused lips press into as much of a frown as possible.
“Okay.” I take the top from her. “I’m only answering DMs. It’s not like I’m dancing. I’m sure I can sew as I… type?” Our eyes meet, and we both start to laugh. “Maybe not.”
“Gia!” She throws her arms around me.
I hug her back. “I’m sure I can fix this by tonight. Don’t worry.”
“Come on!” Bianca has me by the elbow, leading me through the living room to our bedroom, where the laptop awaits.
My head is in the clouds after last night, and I haven’t stopped smiling all day. With every step, I’m reminded I lost my virginityfullylast night, and the orgasms… The thought makes me sniff a laugh.
“What is wrong with you?” Bianca hisses. “Are you on drugs?”
“If sex is a drug.” I lean forward, covering my mouth with my hand.
We fell asleep entwined after that ecstatic tickle-torture session—edging, sorry. I didn’t know it was possible to feel so good. I thought I was losing my mind.
Usually, I can’t sleep well if someone is too close to me, but last night, I wrapped around him like a soft pretzel, our faces a breath apart. I’ve never slept so well in my life.