Chapter 82 The only woman I’ve loved in my life
Molly’s Pov
I could feel the length of his dick deep inside me, my walls adjusting to accommodate him.
My slow movements seemed to heighten his pleasure, eliciting a groan from him. As his waist moved in sync with mine, I increased my pace, unable to control the moan that was begging to leave my mouth but I held it back, biting my lower lip in the process.
My chest pressed against his face as he took my nipple in his mouth, gently sucking on it. Pleasure surged through me, and this time, I lost control, unable to hold it in and moaned, “Mmmmm, don’t stop.”
He cupped my other breast, flicking my nipple with his finger while his tongue teased the other.
The waves of pleasure sent excitement coursing through me, building pressure in my abdomen as my release approached, making me a shivering mess.
I continued to ride his thick member, experiencing multiple orgasms, but he didn’t seem close to climaxing, despite my being in control for nearly an hour but I was determined not to disappoint him, even as fatigue set in.
How bad I was at trying to hide it, as he noticed my exhaustion. “You’re tired,” he observed. I feared he would stop, but instead, he flipped me around and entered me. I wrapped my slender legs around his toned body as he thrust hard and fast.
He was like a beast, and I the prey, seeming to devour everything inside of me. Most times, I wondered how my walls were able to stretch to accommodate him but he was hitting my G-spot without much effort, making me lose track of the orgasms I experienced, I was now drained but resolved to ensure his satisfaction.
Sensing my fatigue, he raised my legs to his shoulders and thrust relentlessly. I knew he had lost control, but I loved the way he pumped me like his life depended on me. Like I was his very life support.
Eventually, I found myself on all fours, his fingers cupping my breasts from the front as he thrust into me from behind. His deep, pleasurable penetration left my legs numb after another hour.
What I was feeling was so familiar and yet so foreign because of how gentle he was during our first time. This time was a blend of gentility and wildness that gave me a different kind of pleasure I wanted to continue experiencing with no one else but him.
He continued to thrust deeply, eventually flipping me onto my side and lifting one leg as he entered me from a different angle.
The exhaustion became overwhelming, and I felt like I might pass out but recalling what he told me about those professionals passing out on him, I didn’t want him to give up on hope.
I had to stay strong for him, to make him know how much I could satisfy him with nothing else but my love. However, his increasing groans signaled his impending release, mirroring the vibrations I felt during my own climaxes. His cries of pleasure reassured me that I had done the right thing as he collapsed on top of me.
His lips met mine in what I would term a possessive kiss. “You’re mine again, Molly. I’ll never leave you again,” he vowed after breaking from the kiss, panting through it.
I was relieved that it happened because our sleep was peaceful, more peaceful than I had ever experienced by the way we cuddled, never letting go of each other.
However, when we were awakened by Roger's voice knocking on the door, I realized the impact of what I had done.
My muscles were sore from the various styles we had tried to help Gianni release.
He put on his boxer shorts and picked up my clothes from the floor and seemed to notice my stiffness, asking, "Are you alright? How are you feeling?"
Unsure whether to tell him the truth, I chose honesty. Perhaps it would make him gentle the next time we try something like this again.
Yeah, I was hoping for more because I didn’t want him to get this from any other woman except me. If he declared me as his, then he was mine as well.
"I feel sore all over," I replied honestly. He forced a smile. "Thanks for being honest with me and making me feel like a man again...” his voice trailed off but he sounded happy and it shone in his eyes.
This was something I never saw ever since our meeting again and he explained it. “I've never felt this way before."
It gave me joy to be the one to give him this feeling and I was certain that nothing would be able to keep us apart again.
He walked to the door and opened it, but blocked the entrance with his frame as I struggled to pull the sheets over my head and heard him say, "Roger, Molly isn't feeling too good. Can you give me a little time to take care of her?"
"I can help too," I heard Roger say, picturing Gianni's helplessness. I tried to get up, but all I felt was pain, and my legs were numb. I had never felt like this even after a workout.
"Okay, why not make her a cup of tea? We should take turns taking care of her," Gianni suggested.
I didn't hear Roger's response, but the door closed, and Gianni returned, lifting me from the bed and placing me in the hot water of the jacuzzi.
The warm water was soothing for my muscles. "I will be back," Gianni said, returning with a glass of tea and a bowl of ice cream. "Roger made this." He handed me the tea and placed the ice cream near the headrest. "You can have the ice cream when you're done with the tea."
Being pampered was something I had never enjoyed, especially from a father and son and Roger made it just a little too sweet but seeing the ice cream waiting for me, I wondered which was sweeter.
Left alone in the jacuzzi, I overheard Gianni talking on the phone, wondering who it was based on his conversation.
"I haven't had your therapy in almost a month, but today I made love to the only woman I've ever loved. It felt good, except she's very sore, and I'm worried. What should I do?"