《Hush | on hold》thirty-seven
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Sorry, 😅 I'm here I'm here.
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Wanting To Her
J E Y R I
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I was a little hesitant when Giovanni first suggested that we should go back to my parents. It'd only be for a few days and then we'd go back but still... It feels as if it's the last thing he should be doing right now. Even though I have no complaints and I feel beyond relieved that he's here, I can't help but wonder if it's really okay for him to just leave like that-
I looked down at him as he slept and I felt a smile coming to my face. I've never seen him look so... relaxed. His eyes fluttered open the moment I reached out toward him and he grabbed my hand.
"You're awake," I whispered, pointing out the obvious and he nodded. "I am."
"Buongiorno." A smile cracked out on his lips and he chuckled, "Salve."
He pushed my hands to either side of my head as he rolled me over and his eyes raked my body, "I could wake up like this every day..." He murmured. He slipped his hand under my shirt and I giggled, "Gio..."
"Hmm?" He hummed in reply, a playful expression forming on his face. "Can't I touch you?" He trailed his lower toward my stomach and traced his fingers under the waistband of my shorts. Our gazes held and the feeling of his boner pressing against my thighs became all the more apparent. We both knew what we wanted.
It was written clear as day.
"Do you have thin walls?" He asked, tilting his head and I pressed my finger to his lips. "We just have to be quiet," I whispered.
"Darling, that's not difficult for me. You on the other hand—" I silenced him with a kiss and wrapped my arms around his neck. "That's what your hands are for, hmm?"
I lifted my ass slightly as he pulled down my shorts and he watched my face as he rubbed over my panties. His fingers brushed over my sensitive spot, leaving me throbbing for more. "I wanted to do this last night, " he whispered, slowly sliding down my panties. He trailed wet kisses down my neck, his hands just barely touching as he went lower.
He sighed as he moved between my legs and caressed my thighs, "so soft..." he murmured, kissing them.
I closed my eyes in anticipation and I felt his hand press against my mouth. A sigh left my lips as I felt his breath hitting against my core and his tongue teased my clit. With his free hand, he placed two fingers at my entrance and slowly pushed them in. He let me want more, he knew I wanted more but he kept a slow pace.
His hand muffled the moans that escaped my mouth as he pleasured me. I ran my hands through his hair and let my hips grind against his face— I could him smiling against me. I could never get tired of this. The way he so effortlessly drives me to pleasure. The feeling of his mouth– I wanted him to touch me more.
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I slipped the hand he held over my mouth down to my breasts and hummed in satisfaction as he fondled them in his hands. I bit my lip to keep back my moans and my mouth parted as a wave of delight washed over me.
He looked up at me, his eyes daring me to make a sound— I wanted to. I wanted him to know how good it felt, how much more I wanted, but... I knew if I did he'd deny me. My breathing grew heavy and I held my arm over my face blocking out whatever sound might come. My stomach was swarmed with butterflies...
He left my legs trembling as I came and let out the breath that I was holding in for so long. I grinned as he came up and he licked his lips, "Feels good?"
"Do you even have to ask?" I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him softly. I slid my hand down to his crotch and rubbed over the boner that was so obviously pressing against his boxers. His lips parted and a small breath escaped before he kissed me again. "God, I want you so much, " he whispered. "I want to hear your sweet little moans, my name on your lips..." His fingers brushed over my lips and he sighed. "I can't get over how beautiful you are."
My hand slipped through his boxers and his breathing hitched as I brushed my fingers over his tip. I wrapped my hand around his cock and stroked it slowly, watching his reaction. "You're so hard, " I murmured, "Does it feel good?"
He leaned into me, resting his forehead against mine and he let out a sigh. "Sí." I felt a small wave of delight rush over me, hearing him speak Italian. Something about it just drives me crazy. I kissed him slowly, letting my lips part open as he pushed his tongue into my mouth. "Fuck..." He groaned, pulling away for a moment and his breathing grew heavier.
"Faster... Go faster."
"Just like that..." he whispered as I increased my pace. He thrust his hips a little, meeting my movements as I jerked him. My name on his lips made me feel things that even I couldn't describe. I wanted to hear him more. His quiet groans sent tingles coursing through my body, I loved how frustrated he sounded— I was making him feel this way. And even more than that, all of this was mine, he was mine.
He cursed under his breath as I stopped and I giggled at his reaction. "For fucks sake, Jeyri..." He warned, his voice sent tingles through my body that made me tingle down to my core. "Don't play with me."
"What did I do?" I asked, smiling innocently at him and he glared at me. He pushed my legs wider and let himself grind slowly against my already sensitive clit. I moved my hands back up and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me.
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I wanted him inside me... The feeling of him pounding mercilessly into me was so vivid in my memory. I want to get lost in that feeling again.
"This won't do, " he told me, pulling away. He stood off the bed and dragged me toward the end of the bed, pulling me up onto my feet. My eyes widened as he lifted me off the floor and I hugged my arms around his neck to keep my balance. I felt my back hit against the wall as he backed up and I opened my mouth to speak but he silenced me with a kiss.
"Gio– This..."
"Hmm? What's wrong, Tesoro?"
I bit down on my lip as he slowly slid in and I heard him let out a small groan.
"What if I fall?"
"You should hold onto me properly then." He said, smiling.
He didn't start slow and build things up like I expected him to. It caught me off guard when he pushed in so deep and hard, I clung to him tighter than before and buried my head in the crook of his neck as he thrust into me.
"Let's see how quiet you can stay now..." He whispered. My lips parted open slightly and he pulled out slowly before letting go of my legs, letting me down. He leaned in closer and pushed his lips against mine. My moans spilled out into his mouth as he worked his hand between my legs and my knees buckled.
His free hand went up to my neck and he wrapped his hand around it. "That face... The one you make when I'm giving you pleasure, I love it. And when your body trembles from my touch... Seeing how excited you are makes me so damn hard."
He turned me around and spread my legs wider. He brought his hand down on my ass and I whimpered slightly. He rubbed his hand over the stinging sensation then rose it back up again before doing the same thing. I felt him thrust inside me again and this time, he pulled my head back with my hair and cupped my boobs. His hand trailed down from my breast to my clit and he rubbed it with his fingers, matching the pace that his hips were moving at. My knees buckled again but he held me up.
"It's taking everything in you, isn't it?" I held my hand up to my mouth as another threatened to slip out and he chuckled. "Go on Jeyri... Moan for me, what's wrong?" He whispered, his thrusts getting harder.
I shook my head quickly and shut my eyes. His constant dirty whispers kept my insides throbbing. It felt like I was only able to stand because he was somehow holding me up but if he let go of me, my legs would give in.
"Keep your hands on the wall."
"I c-can't– they'll hear me."
"Hmm? That's not my problem, sweetheart." He said, gripping my hair tighter.
"Fuck..." I bit down on my lip as I placed my hands back where he wanted. My eyes widened slightly when I heard him moan my name so close to my ear. This is driving me insane... I felt my face heat up. "Say it again..." I managed out, "Please..."
"What? Your name?"
I nodded slowly and he chuckled, "Are you going to cum again for me, Jeyri?" He whispered in my ear. He knows exactly what he's doing to me...
He pulled out of me quickly and pulled me with him before laying me back down over the bed. He leaned over me and pressed his lips roughly against mine before thrusting back into me. A groan escaped his lips and his breathing grew heavier.
"Fuck Jeyri...You're going to make me cum," he said, his voice low. "Shit..."
My toes curled up when he thrust hard into me one last time and he pulled out, shooting all over my stomach. He let out a satisfied sigh and his eyes raked me up and down as he caught his breath. I was still in a complete daze. I was so sensitive down there, even closing my legs just slightly made me throb even more.
I yelped out loud when he brushed his fingers over my clit and he laughed. I'm sure my parents at least heard that.
"Jeyri..." he said as I closed my eyes. "Hmm?" I feel so tired now.
"I want to see all of you, " he murmured, leaning on the bed beside me. His fingers played in my hair and he signed. "Is that too much of me to ask?"
I peeked my eyes open at him. "Haven't you already?" I groaned and he shook his head.
"I don't mean it that way. I mean more... Your past, your future, your dreams... I want to know the Jeyri before me. I want to know her now and tomorrow and after that... What she wants, what she loves, what she fears... The simple things about her, the complex– I want to know everything."
He studied my reaction as those words left his lips and he smiled softly. "Will you let me meet her?"
My face heated up and I nodded slowly. "Yes."
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I used the smut from the one-shots that Wattpad took down except made it betterrrr. That one had me feeling some things I'm not even gonna lie to y'all. Anyways, long chapter since I haven't updated and a while PLUS I'm finally trying to add the ROMANCE 🙄🙏
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