Chapter 57 - Sex

The room was quiet. The only thing that could be heard were the sounds of Wren Austin’s sobs. She had cried and cried until she was running out of breath, and Giovanni O’Connell still held her.
He whispered kind words in her ear. Words he hoped would make her feel better.
Minutes had passed. Maybe it was an hour, they wouldn’t know. But they had been sitting on the floor for a while now. Wren’s sobs had stopped and the room was quiet, so much so that only the sound of her steady breathing could be heard.
“Wren, are you awake?” Giovanni O’Connell questioned. He leaned in carefully and gently brushed away the hairs that covered her face.
When he didn’t hear a reply, he assumed she was asleep.
As he stood up, he carefully picked her up and carried her to her bedroom. He made sure not to wake her up and when he was about to back away, he noticed that she was grabbing tightly to the hem of his cloth.
“Don’t leave me, please?” she said in a voice that broke Giovanni’s heart.
He knew that it was her subconscious talking. He knew that she would never, in her full thinking capacities request something like that from him. And why that hurt him, another part of him couldn’t help but be ecstatic about it.
It didn’t matter if she was asleep or awake. She had asked him to stay and that was exactly what he was going to do.
He was going to handle everything that followed after.
“I’m here, Wren. I’m not leaving you” he replied although he knew she wouldn’t hear him.
Slowly, the young man scooted into bed. At once, Wren buried herself in his arms. It made Giovanni’s heart flutter.
“I’m never leaving you again” he placed a kiss on her forehead and his eyelids begin to shut.
He felt at home in her arms.
It was in the middle of the night when Giovanni stirred in his due to Wren’s movements. He didn’t know if she was doing it intentionally, but when her hand miraculously touched his groin, he understood it was intentional.
He didn’t know what she was playing at, but he needed her to stop. He only had so much self-control before his manly instinct took over and he fucks the hell out of her.
“Wren, what are you doing?” he questioned with his eyes still closed.
His question didn’t warrant a reply out of Wren. Instead, the young girl brushes her knee against her prick, earning a groan from him.
“Fuck, Wren. I need you to stop. I won’t be able to control myself for much longer” Giovanni’s voice was strained and desperate.
Wren didn’t move. She didn’t utter a word and for a split second, Giovanni thought she had given up her quest to torture him.
A part of him felt hurt. Another part of him felt thankful.
Just when the young man was about to put his feelings aside and go back to sleep, Wren Austin whispered words that made his shaft harden on the spot.
“Make love to me, Gio” her voice filled the quiet room.
His heart began to pound.
“Did you hear me, Gio? I asked you to make love to me. Please”
She didn’t need to beg. Hell, he wanted to make love to her. He wanted, no. He needed to feel her tight pussy walls against his dick. He wanted her warmth of her to engulf his entire being and take him.
He wanted her. He longed for her.
Her touch. He smells. Her delicate skin.
“Wren-“
“I know what you’re going to say. I’m not thinking straight. Let me stop you there. I know what I want and what I want right now is for you to make love to me. I need you to claim me and mark me as yours” she straddled him as she spoke.
“Wren-“
“Shhh, just kiss me” she placed her index finger on his lips.
She could tell he had doubts, which is why she assured him by leaning in and pressing her lips against his. That was all the confirmation he needed because, in one swift move, he flipped her onto the bed and wasted no time pinning her hands above her head.
He deepened the kiss, skimming his hands through her long voluminous hair.
Giovanni's hands left Wren's hair and travelled down to her neck, shifting a fistful of her hair to the side and taking his precious time to place light feathered kisses on her neck that made the blonde shudder and shiver at the touch of his wet plump lips and her bare skin.
When Giovanni was satisfied with the way the Wren reacted to his assault on her neck, his hand travelled to her cheeks.
Wren was already a wet mess, and staring into Giovanni’s eyes as they darkened with a need for her, whilst he played with her bottom lip was enough to make her cum a million times.
Giovanni leaned forward, and connected his lip with the blonde, gently biting the bottom lips and slowly letting it go. It made Wren moan and her insides twirl.
"I can smell your arousal from here, and it's making me hard" he whispered into her ears.
He was right. Wren Austin was already majorly aroused in a way that it played with her senses. If he didn't bury his huge member in her anytime soon, she feared she might not be able to control herself for much longer.
"I'm going to ask you one last time. Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked firmly.
It was dark, so Wren couldn't see Giovanni crossing his fingers, silently praying that she didn't change her mind, because if she did, he might as well die.
"I want this" the blonde replied and tried to lean upwards to connect her lips with Giovanni, but the young man pushed her back.
"Good" he leaned forward and placed a quick kiss on her lips. When he looked into her eyes they were full of lust and desire, and he was full of want.
His beautiful bedroom eyes had become a darker shade as he leaned in and whispered words that made Wren combust in pleasure.
"Sit on my face," he said casually.
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