Chapter 39: Chapter 39

C H A P T E R - S I X T E E N

The nightshirt reached the top and forced my arms with it before I could remove it. He tossed it aside, moved his hand up my arm to take my phone, set it down on the nightstand, and then moved to my face, placing his fingers on my cheek and his thumb curving around my jaw before kissing me.

Oh… boy.

Because I was really prepared for the kiss, I gave in and kissed him back. I had no control since he was such a good kisser, which was a bummer, but I wasn't complaining at that point. In no way.

His hands moved from behind my knees to my hips, over my bottom, down the backs of my thighs, tugging and sliding up while doing so, and then he tugged them up high.

I clung to him while placing one hand on his head and one arm on his back.

I lifted my head and kissed the smooth skin of his shoulder as his mouth parted from mine and his lips traveled to my ear.

He said in my ear, "Bet, just with that, you're ready for me."

Although it was incredibly conceited of him to say so, he would prevail in the wager.

My body jerked in response to his proposal, "Let's see how quickly I can get you to come for me," and as his hand went down my tummy and straight in, my body squirmed in curiosity.

Oh, right.

The phrase "Baby" caused my back to arch and a moan to escape my mouth.

Between my legs, the moisture was easily navigated by his fingers. Ready for me, he snarled.

I was in the midst of a very sweet orgasm when his hand disappeared, his body vanished, my panties were hauled down my legs and they vanished, and then his mouth appeared. Falcone had proven he could get me to come for him really fast and also really, really hard by the time his fingers started moving in these demanding, delectable ways.

Oh, yes.

"Baby," I said, running my fingers over his short hair.

He was good at it because he enjoyed it. Falcone did not consider this a chore. This was not something done to get out of the way or to garner favor. This was something he got out of almost as much as I did.

Then he added fingers to his mouth and tongue's dynamics.

Yes!

My hips shot up. "Falcone," I grumbled.

This was fantastic. Orgasm two shifted in, but he didn't stop, his lips, tongue, and fingers continued working, so right on the heels of orgasm two, I had orgasm three.

No way, it was one long, wonderful, awe-inspiring one followed by another long, bright, awe-inspiring one.

Definitely a superhero.

Falcone's fingers and lips vanished in the middle of it, his body vanished, then he reappeared, my knees were yanked up again, and he was within me.

Oh, yes!

This was fantastic. He was powerful, which meant he could drive deep, quick, and hard, all of which I admired much.

His face was in my neck, and I had him tightly wrapped in my limbs.

"Honey," I exhaled.

His hand moved between us, his finger returning to my golden place, and my body jerked.

"Falcone, baby," I gasped as what his finger and cock were doing to my body shook it right through.

"Are you going to try to avoid me again?"

" he said in my ear, thrusting in with his cock and pressing and rotating his finger.

"No," I said.

"Promise me, Gia," he insisted.

"I promise," I said.

His head raised and he gazed down at me, and I stared. I'd never seen his face in the light before. I'd never seen anything like that before.

But he was gorgeous all the time, but especially when he was filling me, thrusting into me, caressing me, his heavy weight pressing me down, his face black with want, his eyes hot and passionate.

God.

Just staring at him made it worse (not to mention all the other stuff).

"Are you going to stick with me through this?"

" He grumbled.

Oh, yes. Yeah, I was absolutely going to stick with him through this.

"Yes," I said quietly.

"Are you going to offer me anything sweet?" He kept roaring and slamming and pressing and rolling, persistent and incredible.

"Yes," I sobbed, sensing that he was going to offer me something lovely. Again.

His tongue brushed against mine. "I can feel that," he said quietly. "Fuck, Gia, you're stunning. Always so fucking lovely. Sweet Pea, you've arrived."

I muttered, "Yeah baby," into his lips as my hips rose, my limbs tensed, and my back arched. I returned, and once again, it was wonderful and breathtaking. As he kissed me, my groans poured into his mouth.

I clung to him as I descended and he continued to crash into me. His lips slipped down to my ear, where I could hear him groan as he descended faster and harder. I fucking loved clutching Falcone, the great force of him wrapped around my limbs.

As his moans grew into groans, he placed his hands over my hips, pulled up, and pushed deeply before finally stopping and planting himself inside of me.

Amazingly magnificent.

I muttered, "Yeah baby," into his lips as my hips rose, my limbs tensed, and my back arched. I returned, and once again, it was wonderful and breathtaking. As he kissed me, my groans poured into his mouth.

I clung to him as I descended and he continued to crash into me. His lips slipped down to my ear, where I could hear him groan as he descended faster and harder. I fucking loved clutching Falcone, the great force of him wrapped around my limbs.

As his moans grew into groans, he placed his hands over my hips, pulled up, and pushed deeply before finally stopping and planting himself inside of me.

Amazingly magnificent.

His eyes were following his hand as it travelled from my hip to my waist, in across my belly between my breasts, up my neck, where it slid away, while his body was slightly raised and his head was down.

His hand moved to my jaw and he gently turned my neck. As his hand retreated, he bent down, and I felt his tongue brush the area behind my ear as his hand slipped back down my body. Then I felt his finger travel along my hairline, moving my hair off my neck. His arm finally wrapped over my hip and landed down on my tummy.

This was something new for him. This was unique. This was a step forward.

Seriously improved

Oh boy.

He whispered, "Just two this time," in my ear. I'm losing my touch,

“What?

I mumbled, and he lifted his head, but he remained close, pressing his face against mine.

You just came twice, baby, my mouth and fingers."

"Well, I guess I'm fairly confident I'm covered," you say. "I came once before and once after."

He smiled before bending down and placing his mouth towards the base of my throat. He turned his head aside, but his eyes were fixed on mine.

They were heated and intense.

Shit.

How is this facility heated? For the sake of my sanity, I inquired, steering post-coital pillow chat to the banal. I wasn't looking for a play-by-play. My mind was already jumbled, I had no idea where this was heading, I had no idea what I was thinking, and I was terrified of how I was feeling. Speaking highly about the sex they had with Falcone simply made everything worse.

“What?", he responded.

"It's a little marvel you can heat this place, Falcone, considering you live in a warehouse with cement flooring."

He shifted in response, crouching over my body to grasp the blankets and pull them up over us.

He misunderstood me when I said I was chilly. He immediately took action after that.

Okay, so maybe I did want to tell about how wonderful our sexual experience with Falcone was as his kindness and thoughtfulness affected me far more than his capacity to give me four truly amazing orgasms in the course of thirty minutes.

Then, with his legs entwined with mine and his arm drawing me in once more, he moved me to my side so that I was facing him.

I, on the other hand, rested my hands on his chest since I enjoyed both feeling him and doing this. Defying retreat, this was. Thank you, ma'am, this wasn't slam bam. It was pleasant.

"It's not as horrible as it appears," he said reluctantly.

"Your heating expenses must be more expensive than my mortgage," I said.

"No," he said with a smile.

"You'd know," I mumbled, my gaze fixed on his throat.

"Yes, Sweet Pea, I do, and you need to refinance.  The interest rate you're paying is absurd. I'll arrange for a meeting with my financial advisor."

My gaze was drawn to him as I felt my stomach compress.

"You'll schedule a meeting with your financial advisor?" " I inquired.

"Yeah," he said.

Uh-oh. He was being kind and attentive once more.

"Is it part of your Protect Giabella Gomez responsibilities, to make sure I don't be screwed by mortgage lenders?" " I inquired.

His arm tightened as he continued to smile. "My Protect Giabella Gomez Duties have numerous elements."

"Would you mind expanding on that?"

"Not at all."

I retained his gaze. "Unh-hunh," I murmured.

His dimples pressed further, indicating that his smile had become larger.

“Unh - hunh" he inquired.

"Man of mystery," I said back.

His hand slid up my back, and his head leaned in closer. "I enjoy shocking you, Sweet Pea. "Whenever I do anything you like, your face softens." He pressed his lips to mine and backed off a little. "It's a terrific look," he finished quietly.

Wow.

"Does my face do that?"

"Oh, yes."

"Hmm," I muttered.

"I saw it again just today and twice before."

“Before? Twice? ”

"Yeah, sweetheart, both times my mouth wasn't between your legs, right before you came," he said as his lips caressed mine and traveled down my face to my ear.

My stomach was definitely mushy.

"Falcone - "

"Lights on if it's dark when I fuck you; I missed that look for a year and a half, and I'm not going to miss it again."

My throat was tingling, and I could feel my heart pounding.

I slipped one of my arms over to his back, pressing in closer while twisting my neck slightly so my lips were against his skin. "You didn't let me touch you," I said quietly.

"You can do anything you want to me in about two minutes," he said, his fingers slipping down to my ass and pressing in.

"Whatever I want?"

"Anything you want, darling."

"Oh my," I said, and he laughed in my ear.

Nice.

I pressed in even harder.

Then his head raised abruptly, and I noticed it was slanted. He was paying attention.

Then he said, "Fuck. What the fuck?”

“Fuck what?”

He didn't respond. He yanked me out of bed.

"Fuck what, Falcone?" I said again as I stood near the bed.

He stared down at me but quickly grabbed my hand and began dragging me to my baggage.

"Baby, get dressed. We got company."

"We do?" I inquired as he approached my baggage.

"Yeah," he said.

Oh my god.

"Is it a good or poor company?" " I inquired, and his hands moved to my hips, pulling my nude body towards his.

"Any company is lousy company right now, Sweet Pea," he hissed.

With his warm, firm, nude body pressing against mine, I had to confess that I agreed.

Then there was a hammering on the door, which startled me. Then I yanked away from his grip and knelt beside my baggage. Falcone crept into his closet.

I gathered my belongings and dashed to the restroom.

I'd used the restroom, brushed and flossed my teeth, cleaned my face, put on my underwear, and was tying my hair up in a high ponytail when the bathroom door opened without a knock.

I startled and spun around when I saw Falcone standing there in dark brown cargo trousers and a tight olive drab thermal.

A notion entered my mind and, naively, out from my mouth.

"How many cargo pants do you own?"

His gaze shifted from my underpants to me.

Then he said, without any preparation, "My family is here." Unexpected visit. They've heard good things about you. Lur has a large mouth."

With an audible "oof," my air surged out of me.

"What?" I asked quietly.

”

"Ma's preparing breakfast."

His Ma? His mother was preparing breakfast?

"What?" I said again, my eyes widening.

"She'll take her time, so come down whenever you're ready."

"What?" I inquired once again.

But I did it via a closed door. He has vanished.

I turned to face the mirror, where my eyes were as large as I had anticipated and my face was pale.

Then I said quietly, "Shit."