52. Lark

Chapter fifty-two

Lark

M y thighs are clenching around his face as I buck against him, unable to stop myself as his tongue delves inside me. My skin is on fire, and the sheets beneath me feel rough against my overly sensitive skin.

He drags his teeth along the inside of my lips, alternating between nipping and sucking on the tingling flesh.

It’s almost more than I can handle, and just as I’m about to beg him to stop, I topple over the edge. My orgasm crashes through me as I shatter around him, panting with exhaustion from the way my body reacts to him.

When I’m finished, he sits up on his heels, smiling up at me, his eyes dancing. He’s clearly amused by how much I enjoyed myself.

“What would you like me to do next?” he asks, clearly eager to provide anything I might think up .

Unfortunately, I hadn’t really gotten this far in the fantasy. I’d planned to boss him around, but since I’ve never actually done that before, coming up with what to tell him to do is sort of difficult.

“Don’t overthink it,” he tells me gently.

“Okay, lie on your back,” I tell him, scooting over to the side of the bed for him to join me.

He does as I say, staring at me eagerly. I grab the clit sucker from my nightstand and maneuver myself over him, straddling his waist.

Before I start, his gold chain catches my eye, and I’m not sure why, but it brings me a huge amount of joy to do this one little thing. “Take your chain off and clip it around my neck,” I instruct him, pulling my hair up so it doesn’t get caught.

He eyes me speculatively, his brow quirked, but he does as I say. The warm metal slings around my throat and, with it, the smallest hint of his usual cologne. Another flood of wet heat pools in my core with the idea of having something of his pressed against my skin as I do whatever I want with him.

I drop my hands back to his hard chest, letting my hair fall around my shoulders as I reach for the toy. I rub my hips back and forth along his length and watch with satisfaction as his fingertips twitch to touch me.

“Can I please touch you, any part of you?” he begs, and I smirk, shaking my head no .

I balance myself over the top of him with my right hand and bring my left between us, pressing the toy to my clit. My head snaps back with the intensity, and I feel his hands land on my hips.

My eyes reach his, and a guilty look greets me. “Did I say you could touch me? ”

“You didn’t,” he admits, his voice soft as if he’s truly in trouble for something.

“Now, what am I going to do with you? You can’t even follow a simple command,” I tell him, doing my fucking best not to let a laugh slip free. I might be enjoying this a bit too much, and not even for the reasons we’re trying to explore. This is fucking fun.

He casts his gaze downward to where my hand is still firmly pressed against my core, the suction driving me wild, but it’s not quite as distracting as the man beneath me. “I think I deserve to be punished,” he tells me, sounding shy. “You should smack me for being disobedient, but I have to warn you,” he says, his crystal-clear eyes crinkling at the corners. “I might really like it.”

Oh fuck.

I practically collapse onto his chest, but the idea of smacking this man across the face is both hilarious and fucking sexy as hell.

Before I can respond, he says, “ Please , ma petite rouge, I’m begging you to discipline me so I can be worthy of your sweet cunt.”

My hand rears back almost of its own accord. Well, I guess I’ve made that decision. Gianni’s amused expression tells me everything I need to know. He was dead serious. He’s going to like this.

My palm flies across his cheek, making contact with a quick “thwack,” and I instantly feel his hard length twitch beneath me as his gaze smolders, and he lets out a low moan. The red palm print I left acts as a reminder of just how filthy this man likes it in the bedroom, and I can fully say I’ve been missing out.

I see his belt hanging on the back of the chair beside my desk. I climb off him and grab it, tying it around his wrists and securing him to my headboard. “Much better.” I smirk as I climb back on top of him. “Now you can’t touch me until I tell you to. ”

Gianni groans loudly, clenching his eyes shut as if he’s in pain, and I revel in the way this man wants me.

I continue to pleasure myself with the toy as he watches, his full bottom lip paying the price of our little game here as he bites his lip so hard he’s drawing blood.

My core is clenching tightly with every passing moment, and I can’t take it anymore. I want him inside me.

“Are you ready to fuck me?” I ask, and his teeth finally leave his lip. His tongue darts out, licking the blood away before he replies.

“Please, god, please let me fuck you. It’s all I want .” He moans out his plea.

“Well, alright. I guess you’ve been a good boy,” I tell him, placing the toy beside us and leaning across him to undo the belt buckle. My breasts are hovering over his face, and I’m deliberately slow as I remove his restraints, his mouth inching closer to my pebbled nipples.

“See something you like?” I ask.

He nods with vigor. “Can I suck on your gorgeous nipples? I just want a taste,” he whines.

I nod, allowing him to because I want it arguably far more than he does.

He drags a nipple into his mouth, moaning as he sucks and swirls his tongue around the sensitive bud. I feel the head of his dick pressing against my center, and it takes every ounce of self-control for me not to just bounce onto it.

I have a plan, I remind myself, finishing unfastening him from the headboard. I lie down beside him as he rolls his wrists, shaking them out and renewing blood flow.

“What next?” he asks .

“Simple missionary…” I taunt. “With a twist.” I smile up at him and watch as he positions himself between my legs.

“Do I get to bury myself inside you now?”

I nod. “I suppose,” I joke.

He wastes no time sinking himself deep inside me. I stretch around him, trying to relax my muscles to let him all the way in. He’s just too fucking big.

I’ll admit, it’s a pleasant problem to have though.

“Ask nicely, and I’ll let you make me come.” I smile brightly.

His eyes flare with heat as he plows into me, my body shifting with every rapid thrust of his hips. His hand snakes between us, and he takes my clit between his fingers, circling and tugging on it.

My eyes roll to the back of my head, my toes curling and core clenching with every thrust. I’m so close.

I’m moments from coming apart around him, but one last idea hits me. I hoist my leg up as high as I can get it, the change in angle allowing him to drive even deeper into me, which I hadn’t thought possible before.

I bring my toes to his mouth, and with a smirk, I tell him, “If you want to make us come together, suck.”

With the hand that isn’t currently occupied, he grips the arch of my foot, dragging my toes to his mouth and wrapping those full lips around them. He sucks as he continues pounding into me, and I damn near lose my mind.

I come apart around him, pulsating and writhing against him, calling out his name so many times I lose count.

“Fuck,” he grinds out. “That’s it, baby. Give me everything you’ve got. ”

He lengthens inside me, and I feel his hot cum filling me to the brim before he finally collapses on top of me, our chests drawn together, heaving.

***

“Okay, I’ve thought of another thing I want,” I tell him, peering over at him.

Gianni rolls his head to the side to look at me, and he’s wearing a slight smirk. “You wore me out already. Role play is over, so you don’t call the shots anymore.”

“I always call the shots,” I tell him, winking so he knows I’m kidding. We’re equals.

“You’re not wrong. Where I’m concerned, you certainly do,” he tells me. “What would make that pretty smile of yours stay in place, hmm?” he asks.

“I want you to play a song for me,” I tell him.

He rolls his eyes, wearing a silly grin. “Done, but you know what that means, right?” he asks, and I have no idea.

I shake my head, and he says, “We’ll have to actually get dressed because I need to grab some instruments from my place.”

I groan. “You mean you can’t just walk around naked all the time for my viewing pleasure?” I ask, my voice full of mirth.

He shakes his head, his unruly dark waves sticking to his damp forehead. “Unfortunately not. I mean, I’d do just about anything to make you happy, but it wouldn’t last long because I’d wind up in prison for indecent exposure.” He laughs .

I groan, resigned, as I sit up, dragging the sheet with me. “Fair enough. I suppose I’ll allow it in that case.”

He shifts beside me, sitting up and grabbing his clothes to get dressed.

It’s hard not to pout about it when he puts his clothing back on. It should be illegal to cover all of that.

Once dressed, he bends forward, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “I’ll be back in a few.”

***

Gianni has quite the setup here. We’re sitting on the couch with his keyboard sitting on a stand, a guitar, and a tambourine.

“Okay, what would you like me to play first?” he asks.

I’m at a loss. I think I’ve had to make entirely too many decisions today. “Just play whatever will make you feel good,” I tell him.

His shoulders relax as he scoots to the edge of the couch and sets his hands on the keys. I see him close his eyes, seemingly lost in thought, and then it happens.

The most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed in my life.

He lets go of every warring emotion running rampant in his mind and just lets himself enjoy this with no qualms. My apartment fills with an unfamiliar melody that sounds so breathtakingly haunted, but it twists into something lighter and more upbeat. 1

His body sways with the rhythm, eyes still shut as he trusts that he knows exactly where the keys are, and judging by the sound of it, he definitely does.

Tears prick my eyes as I slink back in my seat, listening as he takes us on a rollercoaster of emotions. 2 My heart seemingly speeds up and slows down as the music does, and I simply ride the wave with him.

He goes on like this for probably fifteen minutes or more, and when he’s finished, my heart feels like it could explode. He leans back against the couch cushions with a small, contented smile that has butterflies fluttering around in my stomach.

Gianni De Laurentiis is always beautiful, but there is nothing more stunning than this man when he’s content.

“That was incredible,” I choke out. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me into him and holding me tight against his side.

“ You are incredible, ma petite rouge . It’s because of you that I can replace the dread I felt about playing with more of these happy memories. So thank you for that.” His words settle something inside me, and over the next hour, he continues to swap back and forth between the piano and guitar. I officially know how he’s so skilled with those fingers of his.

“Why the tambourine?” I finally ask because, truthfully, it seems like a strange choice.

“Just because you were terrible at the violin in middle school doesn’t mean you can’t at least play something ,” he tells me with a smirk.

“Here, I’ll show you how it’s done,” he says. He spends a few minutes instructing me on how to hold it and which way is best to gain speed or change the sound, and when I feel sort of ready, he chooses a Latin playlist from his phone.

We laugh the entire time as I do my best to match his motions, but ultimately, I’m speeding up when I should be slowing down, and I think the fact that I’m left-handed makes it even more difficult for me to copy his movements. He tries to show me with his left hand instead, but that proves to be a waste of time.

Not because he doesn’t figure it out, but because, apparently, my middle school orchestra teacher was right.

I may not have mastered a new instrument today, but I got to spend it with one of my newfound favorite people, and that makes my heart soar beyond the clouds.

Gianni pulls me into his arms, laying us across the couch as he buries his face in my hair. I have no desire to be anywhere but here. Having Gianni in my life makes even the most mundane things seem groundbreaking, and a peace I’ve never known until now settles into my chest.

I thought I’d known what love felt like, but I’m sure that I hadn’t. Until now.

1. I Found – Amber Run

2. Fuck it I love you – Lana Del Rey