When they were finally in his room, Giovani turned to face her again and that's when she noticed that the top six buttons were undone on his shirt. Hmmm so it's like that, is it? She tried not to smile when she wondered if any of the top buttons on any of his shirts had ever met their matching holes. So, you think you're quite the ladies man, huh? Morgan took a few seconds to look around his bedroom, and tried to focus on pleasant conversation while they waited for their meal.
She let go of his hand and walked across the room to the two large doors that opened to his private balcony. “Your home is beautiful, Giovani.” She turned to see him removing his purple shirt. Morgan quickly scanned the room, and her eyes stopped on the large circular hot tub that took up the entire corner of the room. What I wouldn't give for an hour in that! Then she reluctantly took in the rest of the area.
White. Almost everything in his room was stark white, except for the large paintings on the wall behind his bed. Two paintings of beautiful naked women that looked to be several hundred years old, with seemingly new white frames. The floor was white tile with flecks of gold color, or real gold as Morgan suspected. The large room looked sterile, yet classy at the same time.
She took another peek in Giovani's direction and saw that he had completely changed into nothing but black satin pajama bottoms. The matching shirt, she noticed, was draped across a large white sofa beside him. Morgan wanted to shake her head at the realization that he would more than likely expect her to wear his matching shirt. He intended to have a girlfriend at his side for the weekend, and she was intended to play the part of his happy significant other.
“Morgan, why don't you just wear this for tonight, and we'll get you unpacked in the morning. As he carried the satin top across the room, Morgan's laughter erupted and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
Chapter Three
Giovani turned quickly to see if Angel had walked into the room and had caused another outbreak of hysterics in the young woman. When he saw that they were still alone, he sat on the bed with his shirt in his lap and waited once again for Morgan to get herself under control.
For the second time that night, Morgan wiped the tears of laughter from her eyes. “I'm sorry, I really am. It's just funny to see a man like you plan out every detail like this.” She pointed to the shirt in his lap, then looked over at the hot tub.
His perfectly shaped black brows came together over light brown eyes that had looked quite amused seconds before. “What do you mean? Am I not supposed to plan everything? Should I just pay for your company and then sit here and hope for a nice time?” Sincerity and a hint of hurt came through in his voice, and Morgan's laughter had ended.
She sat on the bed next to him and admitted that she was just tired and that he shouldn't listen to her. “Really, I don't mean to sound rude....let's just enjoy ourselves and have a nice weekend.” She smiled up at him but he just tilted his head to the side and gave her a look that insisted she explain herself. The slight smile at the corner of his lips made her give in.
Morgan put her hands in her lap and took a deep breath. “Well, you're having dinner brought up but you never asked me what I wanted. Then, you purposely had my luggage left downstairs so that you could put me in this...” she touched the shirt that was still on his lap. “It's pretty obvious that you've done this before, so I'm wondering when the last time was that you let a woman enjoy you, instead of you just enjoying a woman?” She smiled at his confusion. “Gio, planning sex is fine, but planning every move will ensure that you're going to miss out on anything that would have happened naturally...don't ya think?” She ran her hand over his arm and waited to see if she would be told to leave, or thanked for her insight.
“Morgan, I go months without a woman's company, even for conversation, so when I get time to enjoy a long weekend with a beautiful lady, I don't intend to waste it. I know what I like, and my time is too limited to get sidetracked.”
Should she shut up? Should she continue to let her exhausted mind speak for her? Those thoughts bounced around her head too quickly for her to keep up, and she let the words flow from her mouth in a way that wouldn't have if she were more alert. “Gio, you're freaking gorgeous and I'm looking forward to some serious naked time with you, but it won't be as good if you're forcing me to do things that only please you.” Reality of what just came out of her mouth hit her and she brought her hand to her mouth.
Just as Giovani started to laugh, Angel walked in with their meals. “Here ya go! Fettuccine Alfredo! I ain't even playin'..this shit is off the chain! And here's some warm garlic bread to make sure y'all's breath is kicking to the same tune, and some strawberry cheesecake for dessert.” Angel set the tray on the dresser in front of the bed, then gave Morgan a quick wink as he left the room.
Gio gave Morgan's knee a gentle slap and stood from the bed to retrieve their meal. “You like Alfredo?” he looked over his shoulder to the girl who still had her hands over her mouth. She lowered her hands and gave him a simple nod. Suddenly, she wasn't even that hungry.
“So, tell me, Morgan, what is it that you can do for me that you don't think I already know, or what I already like? I have my routine, yes. It works for me and I'm happy with it. Like I already said, I don't get much time for fun and if there's something I like, that's what I'm going to do.” Gio was back on the bed, twirling a bite of noodles on his fork. Morgan watched the silver utensil sparkle in the lighting of the room with each twist of it's three prongs. Oh, Gio, it's not about what I'm going to do for you.
Morgan sighed and brought her thin fingers together on her lap and smiled before she spoke, “Gio, how do you know what you like?” So much for a guy just looking for fun. Morgan felt like she had a new client mission. He reminded her of Dante, although they were nothing alike. Dante liked routine because he felt like he needed that control over his life because he had been hurt. He had every single minute organized to a T. No, Gio was nothing like that. Gio was just a man who knew what he liked and wasn't willing to step out of his comfort zone. Fuck stepping out of your comfort zone. I am going to take you to the top rung of the diving board of life and push you off with full force. Either you're going to belly flop and it's going to hurt, or you're going to realize jumping isn't so bad and you're going to swim over to those steps and climb that ladder again.
“What do you mean? Of course I know what I like. I do what works for me,” he brought his eyebrows together on her and she wished Angel would make an appearance to cut the thick blanket of tension in the room. She hadn't meant to turn it into an awkward situation, she just wanted answers. But she got her answer. He wasn't planning on budging and if she didn't make a move, he was going to have her put on that shirt and he would remove it when he was ready.
Morgan got an idea. A surefire way to loosen him up a bit to get what she wanted. She stood and walked over to the door frame. “What do you drink?” She outstretched her pinky and thumb, tilting her hand toward her mouth to show she clearly meant an alcoholic beverage.
“J and C,” he told her. Can't anyone around here say an actual word? Morgan giggled at the abbreviation.
She leaned out the door, holding onto the white frame with one hand and called for the handsome valet. “Angel, oh darling? I need two Jack and Cokes please!”
“Angel. Angel.” PoPo screeched from an unknown location, followed by a long and loud wolf whistle.
Morgan giggled again and when Angel yelled up that he'd 'make those bitches', she made her way back to the bed. “What if I told you you don't know what you like?” She cocked her head at him with a dangerous smile. She knew she was slowly pulling the foundation from his dam, twig by twig. Soon, she thought, the water would gush through and he'd be putty in her hands.
“I'll ask again, what is it you can do for me that hasn't been done?” It was his turn to give her a questionable look. Gio, Gio, Gio. You have no idea.
“I don't know yet,” she lied. “How about we just go with it and see how
it goes and we can.....” She was cut off when a bite was directed to her mouth. “Mmm, thank you Angel!” Morgan wiped the corner of her mouth free of sauce and helped herself to another bite.
“Girls always got my name on their lips,” Angel made his appearance in the doorway with drinks in hand. Although, he had taken it upon himself to bring four drinks instead of two. Morgan figured out why when Gio downed the first stout glass in one go and began on his second before she took the first sip of her own. Well, this is going to be easy.
Angel raised one eyebrow at Morgan and gave a thumbs up, letting her know it was a good choice on the drinks. With that, he left the room and the two finished their meal without much more conversation.
“Well, it's nearly two in the morning and I'm well on my way to becoming a drunk date.” Gio laughed at himself as he finished his third drink in thirty minutes, the last one being Morgan's second that she never touched.
“Here, finish mine and then I can take advantage of you...lightweight.” She giggled and handed him the nearly full Jack and Coke.
Her plan was working as she watched him tilt the glass and finish it. Gio leaned back on the bed and smiled at Morgan, a smile that told her he was ready for whatever she planned to do to him. Morgan smiled back, a smile that told him that he had no idea what he was getting into.
Morgan tried to push the creeping doubt from her mind as she slowly walked to the large double doors beside the hot tub. She knew that his touch would feel great, but she also knew that the touch of a man that she had a personal attraction to was so much better. It doesn't matter, I need to just do my job and if I like it, that's just a bonus. She took a deep breath and opened the doors wide. Oh, if you only knew, Gio. The images of what she planned to do crossed through her tired mind and her nipples hardened when the cool breeze of the night air tickled her body that was underneath a thin white sweater.
Doubt; that crazy thing that can creep up at any moment, is also erased as quickly as a thought can enter one's mind. I'm about to fuck the hell out of a gorgeous total stranger! Her heart raced at the thought of knowing nothing about him except for his touch, his sounds, his body, and how he would make her feel. Maybe he's turned on by the same thought.
She put her hand over the on switch of the tub, and turned around to face him again. Her question was answered when she saw the perfect outline of his erection, calling to her from beneath the black silk pajamas. Hello Stranger. She smiled as she turned it on, then reached down and slowly pulled her sweater up and over her head. Gio was on his feet before she had her jeans all the way off.
“Let me help you.” He reached down and pulled her leg free, then stood upright and put his hands at her waist, running his fingers along the top of her panties.
“Gio, take your pants off.” She removed his hands from her waist and guided them to his own. She maintained just a hint of a smile, but her eyes held a serious glint that he found quite arousing. Her expression held his attention as the black pajamas fell to the floor around his feet. “Get in.” She nodded sideways, and pointed to the tub.
He smiled in return and stepped into the hot water. He thought of telling her that having sex in the hot tub was something that he'd done before, but he would let her think that she had offered him something new. His gaze danced over her newly naked body and his muscles tightened at the sight of how large her breasts were compared to her small waist. “You're beautiful, Morgan.” He put his arms out for her to sit with him, or better yet, on him, but she shook her head slowly and chose to sit across from him instead.
Morgan leaned her head back slightly and moved her foot to his knee, then slowly ran it up his thigh. She watched his face and smiled inwardly as he closed his eyes briefly. He moved his hand under the bubbling water and wrapped his fingers around her small ankle. “Not yet, let me touch you, Gio.” She shook his hand away with her foot, and kept moving up. Her toes ran along the side of his hard cock on the way to rest lightly against his muscled stomach.
“You plan to torture me then, is that it?” He laughed as he brought his wet hands out of the water, and placed them behind his head. Morgan nearly giggled out loud when his legs spread far apart, waiting for her next move. Morgan's next move was to raise her foot to his chest, and wiggle her toes as they broke the surface.
“Right now, my plan is to lay my head back while you rub my feet...,” she brought her other foot up and placed it higher on his wet chest, “it's been a long day and they're sore.” She wiggled her toes again and smiled as he reluctantly brought his hands down to his chest.
“Sure, no problem.” He wrapped his large hands around one foot and ran his thumb firmly down the bottom.
“Hmmmm...that feels nice.” She put her head back as promised and closed her eyes. “Harder.” She moaned again when his fingers stroked the top of her foot. The sounds that she made caused his hard cock to jerk under the hot bubbling water. “Higher.” She brought her other foot to his hand and forced his fingers to her ankle. Gio took a deep breath and slid both of his hands up slowly from her feet.
He ran his hands up the back of her calves, squeezing her hard muscles every few inches. Morgan spread her legs and invited him to move closer.
Gio moved forward and put his long legs on either side of her body, and gently put her feet around his waist. His hand moved to her knees, and her head fell to the other side as she sighed in pleasure from his touch. He took a deep breath when his hands closed around her hard thighs, and he exhaled loudly when he squeezed her tan flesh under the water.
“Higher.” Morgan's body had heated at the stranger's touch, much more than she thought it would have. It was wrong, it was intoxicating, and it was exactly what she wanted. She didn't need to spend a day, or even hours, with the man. That thought made it even better when she tightened her legs around his waist.
Gio pulled one of his hands from her leg and started to run one finger down her chest, and between her large breasts. Morgan opened her eyes and stopped him by wrapping her fingers around the one of his that threatened to break the rules. “That's not where I want touched.” She brought his finger to her lips and sucked the very tip into her mouth. His sharp intake of breath told her that his cock had more than likely bounced under water in a frenzied attempt to find her center.
She stared into his glazed eyes as she held his finger and moved it slowly down her flat stomach. “What I want, is for you to touch me here.” She kept moving him until both of their hands were near her hot core. “Let me show you.” She let go of him, then slowly slid her finger between her slick folds. Her head went back again and she moaned loudly at the feel of her own touch. She never looked up when she told him, “put your finger inside of me, next to mine.”
“Fuck!” Gio could have exploded at that very moment, but he did as he was told. His long finger slid inside of her and her walls squeezed both of them as she arched against their hands, forcing both of them deeper inside of her.
Morgan's body shook as desire flooded her center with the need for more. She removed her finger with a sigh, and grabbed his hand. With one quick movement, she pushed another one of his fingers inside, to take the place of hers. “Keep going.” Her sounds of pleasure brought a deep impatient moan from Gio's chest, and she pushed against his thrusts until her body started to warn of an impending eruption.
Morgan quickly removed his fingers, and stood up. “Let's go.” She stepped from the tub and walked outside to the balcony. Gio watched her small round ass as she left his view.
“You're killin' me.” He spoke only to himself as he lifted himself from the water, then walked outside.
The beautiful blonde was facing him with her back against the railing. “Get on your knees, Gio.” He cocked his head to the side then nodded as he approached her. The tall man dropped to his knees slowly. His face was directly in front of her stomach, so she grabbed the railing and pulled her legs up, then wrapped them around his neck. “I want your tongue on me. But not for
long, you'll have to stop when I tell you to.” He nodded and smiled, the thought that she was that close to ecstasy made his body tighten to a nearly painful knot of desire.
She watched him as he brought his hands up and ran one thumb across her. “Your tongue.” Her gaze was focused, and her look dared him to defy her. He looked at her hardened pink clit and wet his lips. She took a deep breath as his tongue met her flesh, and she grabbed the sides of his long hair as he slowly moved back and forth across her. Her body moved on its own as her center pushed against his mouth, begging for more. “Faster.” Her breathy plea was met with a groan from below as he eagerly flicked his tongue gently in a pattern that she couldn't take for longer than a few minutes.
Gio's cock throbbed with each sound she made, and he wrapped his long fingers around himself. “That looks so good.” She watched his hand move slowly, then pick up speed as he watched her tongue run across her pink lips. “Don't stop, Gio. I wanna watch.” Her eyes tried to close at the pleasure his mouth brought her, the waves of climax were beyond her control as she fought her own body to hold off until she could watch his large tan cock spill his own desire all over his large hand.
Gio groaned loudly and held his mouth against her as her legs tightened around his neck. Her body shook and pressed against his lips as she let go and came loudly, her passionate sounds forcing his hand to move faster. “Fuck! Fuck!!” His cock pulsed as they both watched his seed spill onto his hand.
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