by Andromeda
"Wow…Giovanni..."
"Dig in," he says, tucking a napkin into his shirt. "I hope you like it."
No I don't like it, I LOVE IT! Everything is perfect and delicious! When we finish eating, he takes me to a couch and we sit side by side, kicking off our shoes and talking.
"So...I have to ask," Giovanni suddenly says. "Who...is Robyn's father?"
I nibble on my lip, surprised by this sudden change of conversation. "A man in Jamaica. I met him when I was 15 and he was 21. I've always liked older guys, they seemed so wise to me. His name is Derrick."
"And...does he know about her?"
"Yes he does. It doesn't mean that he cares about her."
He nods. "I see..."
"And no, before you ask, no I haven't been with any other man other than him."
"Why?"
"Most men don't want to date a woman with a child. Let alone a woman who's taking care of her 3 younger siblings. And then again, I really didn't want anyone. Derrick was enough."
He tenderly cups my cheek in his large palm. "He was fool to leave you my Angel," he whispers. "I promise to never treat you like he did. You have my word."
Smiling, he pulls me close and presses his lips against mine.
The second his lips touch mine, I am lost. My body reacts on its own; my fingers tangle in his hair, my lips move in perfect rhythm with his own, and I feel myself soaking my panties—and he hasn't even touched me yet!
His hands grip my hips and pull me into his lap as he lays back, my heated core on his erection that's growing harder by the second. I grind against him, snatching quick gasps of breath as I don't want the kiss to end. His hands explore my body freely, and I don't stop him. As if they are his eyes, he runs them over my shoulders, hips, legs and curves. He slides them up my thigh and pulls my panties aside to slide a finger into me.
"Gio..." I moan into the kiss.
"Take your clothes off," he whispers huskily. "I don't know how much longer I can wait..."
I nod. Getting off him, I unzip my dress and let it drop to the ground, leaving me only in my bra and panties. As I do so, he unbuttons his shirt and takes it off. I nibble on my lower lip as I take in his muscles and form. When he sees me, his eyes darken and he gives a low groan of desire. The time has come.
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Giovanni
Goddess. That's the first word that pops into my head as she stands before me. A Jamaican Goddess. I can't help but eye-rape her. I start at her head, looking into her emerald-green and gold-flecked eyes as I slowly move my eyes down her long neck. I smirk to myself. I'm going to leave so many hickeys there. My eyes travel down further to her chest...my God, her chest...her breasts...the bra hides them from me—that'll be the first thing to go.
My eyes travel down further to her flat stomach and I can't help but admire how while she's curvy with thick hips, her stomach is perfectly flat. I smirk to myself again. Not for long. I lower my eyes to where I see her black panties that are hiding her temple from me. That'll be the second thing to go. I look at her thick and beautiful thighs and I lick my lips; the thought of them parted and around my hips is making me drool.
Looking back in her eyes, I smirk when I see that she too is taking me in, looking at my arms, chest, and the bulge growing bigger by the second in my pants. She nibbles on her lower lip and that's it; I can't hold it anymore.
Crossing the room in two strides, I cup the back of her neck and pull her close as I smash my lips against hers. I kiss her passionately, lustfully, possessively. Malaika Robinson is mine and mine alone. She will soon be carrying my child, and the sooner she does so the better.
Inside my mind, I want to take her hard and fast, make her scream my name to the heavens and above; but I have to take things slow. I can't rush things. She's basically a virgin, not sleeping with anyone since the birth of Robyn. I have to be gentle with her.
With great struggle, I slow my kisses and press my hand against the small of her back. I nibble on her lower lip, asking for permission; she parts them, allowing me to explore her mouth. She moans softly, and the sound is music to my ears.
Sliding my hands down, I cup her ass as she wraps her legs around my waist. She's already wet...I can feel it through her black panties, and it’s driving me crazy. I have to taste her...I must taste her. Carrying her into the bedroom, I gently lay her on the king size bed and slowly break the kiss to smirk.
"Let's have some fun...before we get to work..."
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Malaika
He lays me back on the bed, kissing me deeply. Smiling, he pulls my bra off and his eyes widen.
"Damn..."
I blush. I've always been a little nervous about my breasts. I've always had big ones, and when I had Robyn they got bigger and haven't gone back down. Carefully, he moves his hand out and cups one in his palm. The feel of his warm hand sends sparks through my body and I can't help but moan. Chuckling deeply, he bends down before putting the left nipple in his mouth. I groan, tilting my head back as he softly sucks while getting it harder before switching and giving the same attention to the right one.
"Gio..." I moan.
"Yes...Angel..." he whispers, his mouth still latched.
"Don't stop..." I plead.
"Trust me, Angel," he chuckles. "I won't."
He slides his free hand down my stomach and gently touches my nether lips. I gasp, an electric pulse shooting through my body as he slowly slides his fingers inside and begins to gently pump.
"Gio..." I moan, tangling my fingers in his hair. "Oh Gio...ou konnen jis sa yo dwe fè..."
He chuckles and takes his fingers out, making me whimper in disappointment as he licks them clean, looking in my eyes. He kisses me one last time before slowly sliding his tongue down my stomach, settling between my legs. Winking at me, he takes me in his mouth.
Groaning, I throw my head back while holding his head. "Damn it, Gio..."
"You taste so good, mia angela..."
He licks, kisses, and sucks, making me moan, groan, and pant with pleasure. Never has a man done this to me. It feels soooo good. With his skilled tongue, he thrusts it inside me and blows softly.
"Twò cho," I groan. "Mwen bezwen yo pibliye!"
"English, mia angela..." he groans softly.
"I said I need to release!" I scream at him.
"Then do it," he breathes. "I want to taste your juices."
He doesn't have to tell me twice. Before I can stop it, my body jerks; my head thrown back, I scream as I release in a shattering climax. I feel him lick up my juices.
"Così dolce," he moans against me. "Per una buona..."
I lay back panting heavily, the heat between my thighs still scalding hot, but I feel so...free; but I want something else. I want Gio...I want him inside me. He chuckles to himself and removes his mouth from me. As if reading my mind, he unzips his pants and drops them to the ground, then pulls the drawstring at his boxers and they too drop. He stands in front of me as naked as a newborn baby. My eyes bulge out of my head.
Forget what you've heard about white boys, Mala, I think to myself.
He's huge! 10-inches at the least, and very thick. I bite my lip, unsure. What if I bleed buckets again? What if he's rough and doesn't care for my screams? He looks into my eyes and sees my conflicting emotions. Smiling, he bends down and kisses me tenderly on the lips.
"Don't worry about it, my Angel," he whispers huskily. "I'll take care of you."
I can see he means it. He won't hurt me. It's not in his nature to hurt me. He kisses me as he gets himself into position. Gently spreading my thighs and lifting my hips, he looks me in the eye.
"Are you ready?" he asks.
I give a little smile and nod. "Yes."
Slowly and carefully, he enters me.
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Giovanni
"Dannazione..." I groan when I'm fully inside her.
She feels so good...n
ever has it ever felt...this good. Her warmth is welcoming, inviting, and it makes me feel one with her.
I'm so lost in the sensation that I don't see that she's biting her lip. I look at her in confusion and then it hits me...she's basically a virgin. Putting my weight on my elbows, I bend down and gently kiss her lips.
"I'll go slow," I whisper, my voice so thick with passion that I doubt she can understand it.
She nods, closing her eyes tightly. Slowly, I pull myself almost all the way out before pushing myself back in. She gasps, but in the end...a soft moan whispers from her lips. Smirking, I begin to move my hips, still moving slow and gentle. She inhales deeply and then begins to move her body with me, raising her hips to meet my thrusts as she wraps her arms around my neck.
"Gio..." she breathes. "Oh...Gio..."
"That's it, baby," I whisper as I begin to move my hips a little faster. "Say my name...say my name..."
I'm lost as wave upon wave of pleasure and passion washes over me. I've slept with countless girls, but here with her it feels so...so...right...so very right...
"Fanculo...." I groan, raising myself so I can move faster. She moans louder and I wrap her legs around my waist. "Sei così stretto..."
I can’t help but moan myself as I move faster and faster, deeper and deeper inside her. Her moans melt into cries of pleasure, and she throws her head back as she claws at my back. It'll leave marks, but I don't care. I'll wear them with pride.
"Yes Gio...." she cries. "Oh yes...yes...yes...don't stop...oh please don't stop...."
Panting, I grip the back of the bed as I thrust harder and faster, my climax getting closer and closer. I look at her, smiling as I look at her writhing with pleasure, screaming my name over and over again.
"Damn it Gio, I have to release!" she screams.
"Hold on baby," I pant.
"I'm close...I'm so close!" she tightens her face, and I smirk as I see her struggle to keep from climaxing, but I feel that she's losing the battle. "I can't hold it!" she screams before throwing her head back, arching her neck, and screaming my name as she climaxes. "GIO!"
At the sound of her, at the feel of her inner walls clamping tight around my dick, my own body responds. I throw my head back, shouting her own name, her full name. "MALAIKA!"
With a groan, I collapse on top of her, panting heavily as I release inside her. Never...in my life have I ever called out a woman's name in sex. Never. Not even when I was with Veronica...I push her out of my mind; now is not the time to be thinking of her. I'm with Malaika, my perfect Angel.
We both are sweaty, out of breath, and spent. I feel her trace patterns on my back and slowly raise my head up. Smiling, I kiss her lightly on the lips. No words have to be said. That was the best sex I'd never had, and that I'm sure she's ever had.
I don't know what it is, but being with this woman, being with my Angel, it feels so right. I feel complete with her. I feel electric sparks that shoot up my body every time I touch her. My heart fills to bursting when she smiles at me. Normally, I'd have more than one round with a woman, but I doubt she would want another round after that.
Without saying a word, I pull the covers put over us, resting my head on the swell of her breasts as I let sweet sleep overtake me, listening to the lullaby of her heart.
Chapter Eight: The Day After
Malaika
Sunlight streams through the window, warming my skin and waking me up. My vision is blurry but as I adjust to the light, I'm able to look around. This isn't my bed...this isn't my room...I look down. I'm naked! With a man on top of me! The memory of last night comes rushing back, and I can't help but blush deeply as I remember. I did it. I slept with Giovanni Rinaldi. There is no going back now. His weight is crushing me, and I wheeze.
"G...Gio..."
He groans and holds me tighter.
"Gio! I can't breathe!" I choke. He continues to snore.
"Dame it Rinaldi, if you don't move I'm going to castrate you!"
That get his attention; finally, he loosens his hold. I push him off me, coughing and wheezing.
"Buongiorno angela mia," he says lazily. "How did you sleep?"
"Alright until I felt like I was being crushed by a truck!"
He grins and nuzzles my neck. "I like having you under me..."
I blush and playfully push him away. He laughs and rolls back on top of me, trapping me under him.
"I slept like I was in heaven..." he murmurs, bending down to kiss the valley between my breasts, making me softly moan. "Last night was bliss.”
He trails his kisses up my neck, and then begins to kiss me deeply. I respond instantly, tangling my fingers in his long hair as he thrusts his tongue into my mouth, battling for dominance—which of course, I let him have. Something begins to poke my leg, and I begin laugh softly.
"Got a hard on already?"
"When I'm with you," he whispers between kisses. "It isn't that hard..."
His hands part my thighs, and he rubs his tip against me.
"We just woke up..." I murmur. "Do you really...ohhh..."
I'm cut off as he quickly thrusts inside me, a low moan pouring from his own lips. "You talk too much..." he whispers before moving his hips.
We make love all through the morning, like sex-crazed teenagers. He basically holds me captive in the bed and wouldn't let me loose until I had to go use the bathroom. He then followed me and when I was done, drew me into the shower and had me there too. The man is a machine, but he is always gentle; there is no fucking, and I hate that word—it makes it seem so crass. Every time we come together, he is kind and tender, not ramming into me like a jackhammer. It’s as if he has my pleasure and situation in mind. I don't know why but he does, and it's really sweet. About an hour later though, I am fighting with him.
"Gio, I said no! I need to rest!" I snap the towel at him, trying my hardest to sound angry but I can't. "I'm starving, now let me eat!"
It's two in the afternoon, and after a morning of non-stop screwing, I was finally able to slip from the bed and try to cook something. Trying is the key word. The moment Giovanni finds me missing, he came charging out of the room and chases me all over the kitchen; him still naked, and me dressed in one of his long t-shirts.
He chuckles, reaching for me again. "I'll give you something very...satisfying."
"Pantalon nasty," I laugh before snapping the towel again.
He chuckles. "I don't know what you said, but I got that last part. Can you blame me? Now come here!"
I yelp as he lunges for me, pulling me close and into a deep kiss. I allow it, the familiar emotions surging through me, driving me crazy. However, when I feel his hands slip under the T-shirt, that is when I break it and push it away.
He pouts like I've taken away his favorite toy. "Angel..."
"No," I laugh. "Let me cook. I'm hungry! I'll make you something too."
He finally relents when his stomach growls. "Fine..."
"And go put some clothes on," I say turning back to the stove. "Your ding-a-ling is swinging around."
He laughs loudly, the sharp yet pleasant sound echoing through the room before he leaves to dress. A couple minutes later, he comes back freshly showered (again, not counting our steamy shower we took together) and dressed in gray jogging pants low hung on his hips. Of course he is shirtless, leaving his rock-hard abs without cover. His arms wrap around my waist.
"It's so sexy for you to be cooking and wearing one of my shirts," he whispers in my ear as he kisses my neck, earning a soft moan from me.
"It's...almost done," I whisper. I make grilled cheese sandwiches and sausages with rice and eggs. When I am able to pry his hands off me, we go and sit at the table. "Well?" I ask when he takes a bite of the eggs.
"Molto delizioso!" he exclaims. "These are the most delicious eggs I've ever tasted!"
I laugh as I begin to eat. "Well thank you, it's a recipe my Mamman taught me."
He looks up. "Mamman....that's French, is it not?"
"To
an extent, yes."
"But you are from Jamaica. And yet you speak French?"
"No," I laugh. "I speak Creole."
"But you are from Jamaica."
"And?" I say with a raised eyebrow. He turns slightly red at my tone, and I can't help but smile wider. The great and powerful Giovanni Rinaldi is blushing because of me.
"My parents taught me the language, and in the process I taught it to my siblings and daughter."
"She's a very pretty girl," he says with a smile.
"Thank you."
"But I want a boy," he says, stretching out with a full stomach.
I raise an eyebrow. "And what makes you think I can control that?"
"You are the woman..."
I hold up my hand to stop him. "Before you finish that heavily sexist rant, let me fill you in on a little secret. Yes, I'm the woman, but it's the man who controls what gender the baby is. You own a hospital and you didn't know that?"
He rolls his eyes and chuckles. "Anyway," he repeats. "I want a boy."
"Well I want a girl," I retort.
He smirks and gets up, backing me up against the table. "I want a boy..." he says huskily. "and I'm going to have one." Before I can respond, he lunges at me.
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Giovanni
Groaning, I get up and walk into the bathroom to relieve myself. 20 times. That's how many times Malaika and I had sex. 20 times; that's how many times I made her scream my name. 20 times; that's how many times that I've thought to myself...I really care for her. I've haven’t felt this way since Veronica. I look down at Malaika, sleeping with her hair plastered against her forehead with sweat. Smiling, I tenderly caress her cheek, but then I remove my hand.
Stop it Gio, I tell myself. You can't love her; love is for the weak. She's only here to give you a child, maybe have a little fun, and then send her on her way. That is it.
I walk to the bathroom, pulling up the seat to relieve myself before washing my hands. My phone rings and when I see the caller ID, I groan inwardly but answer.
"What?"
"Hello..." the syrupy-sweet voice on the other line says.
I instantly feel a stirring of desire, but it's nothing compared to what I feel for Malaika. "What do you want, Brittany?" I ask, trying to keep my voice down.