Two partners trying to get in tone once again after so much distance, will their similarities in their sex life bring them back together!
Rosalia's P.O.V.
Breathe,” I heard someone saying, as if through a wall. “Breathe, Rosalia. Can you hear me?” The voice was growing clearer by the moment.
I felt my stomach cramping and I threw up, coughing and spitting out something salty.
“Thank God! Can you hear me, baby girl?” Giovanni asked, stroking my hair.
I managed to open my eyes and saw Giovanni hovering above me, soaking wet. He had his clothes on but had apparently lost his shoes. I watched him, unable to say anything. There was a roar in my head and the sun was blinding me. Someone passed us a towel and Giovanni wrapped me in it and took me in his arms. He carried me across the yacht, through all the decks, until we reached a bedroom, where he put me down. I was still in shock, utterly clueless about what had happened. Giovanni was drying my hair, looking at me with eyes filled with worry and anger in equal measure.
“What happened?” I croaked shyly...
“You fell from the deck. Thank God we weren’t going faster and that you fell to the side of the boat. Still, you nearly drowned.” Giovanni knelt by the bed. “Goddamn it, Rosalia, I feel like killing you myself now. At the same time, I’m so happy you’re alive.”
I touched his cheek in relief. To think journeying to water in hopes of getting back together and i end of getting thrown out at sea. Ironic!
“You saved me?”I whisper smiling through the tremors...
“You were lucky I was close. I don’t even want to think what would have happened otherwise. Why are you being so stubborn? Why don’t you listen to me?” He sighed.
Could it be the bottle of champagne i took because right now i could feel alcohol still buzzing in my head but still could taste the salt water in my mouth.
“I’d like to take a shower now,” I muttered, and tried to push myself up.
The Giovanni didn’t let me. He grabbed me by the shoulder delicately. Had he always been this caring?"Rosalia wondered
“I can’t allow you to do it by yourself. Just five minutes ago you weren’t even breathing. If you need it so badly, I’ll wash you.”I shot him a glance, exhausted, unable to refuse. Besides, he had already seen me naked. Not only seen, but also touched, so there wasn’t any part of my body that would still be unknown to him. I nodded slightly. For a moment, Giovanni left, but when he reappeared, I could hear water running in the bathroom.
He took off his wet shirt, pants, and boxers. In normal circumstances that view would have worked me up, but not this time. Giovanni took the towel I was rolled up in and gently took my top off, seemingly untouched by what he was seeing. He unbuttoned my shorts, discovering that I wasn’t wearing any underwear.
“You don’t have your panties on?”He asked amused..
“How astute of you.” I smiled. “I didn’t see the need for one considering the situation "I say shyly and embarrassed.
“How does that help?” His stare grew ice-cold. I decided to leave it at that.
He took me in his arms and carried me to the bathroom, just a couple of feet from the bed. A huge bathtub stood by the wall, partially filled with water now. Giovanni stepped in, sat down, and leaned back, turning me around and setting me down between his legs with my head resting on his chest. First, he washed my body, not skipping a spot, and then went on to my hair. I was surprised at how delicate he could be. In the end, he took me out of the tub, covered me with a towel, and carried me back to the bed. With a button on a remote control, he made the shutters roll down the windows, shading the room. I immediately fell asleep.
Few hours later...
I woke up terrified, gasping for air, panicking. Where was I? It took me a while to recall the events of the day. I got out of bed and turned the light on, revealing the impressive cabin. White, rounded sofas in the living room perfectly complemented the black floor. The interior was minimalistic and very masculine. Even the flowers in their vases perched on top of bright columns seemed somehow masculine.
Where was Giovanni? Had he left me again? I put on a bathrobe over naked skin and went to the door. The corridors were wide and well lit. I had no idea where I was going. That’s what you get when you choose champagne over a tour of the yacht. The thought of alcohol made me wince. Finally, taking the steps up, I reached the deck. The deck was empty and dark—the glass floor was only illuminated by faint beams of light coming from the sparsely positioned floor lamps. I headed toward the semiroofed lounge, crossed it, and reached the bow.
“Sleep well?” I heard a voice from the darkness. I scanned my surroundings and there he was, the Giovanni , sitting in the Jacuzzi with both hands resting on the edge of the tub.
“I can see you’re feeling better. Care to join me?”
He tilted his head from side to side, as if trying to relax his neck muscles. Keeping his eyes on me, he took a sip of the amber liquor from his glass.
The Titan was anchored, and I could see the lights of land in the distance. The calm waves were gently sloshing against the side of the yacht.
“Where is everybody?” I asked.
“Where they are supposed to be, which is somewhere else,” Giovanni said, and put the glass down. “Are you waiting for another invitation, Rosalia?”
His voice was serious, and his eyes reflected the light of the lamps illuminating the deck. Looking at him, I realized I had been missing him for the past month now.
I reached for the belt of the bathrobe, pulled at it, and allowed the robe to fall to the floor. Giovanni watched in rapt attention, his jaw working rhythmically. Slowly I walked toward him and slid into the water, taking a place opposite him.
I looked at him as he took another sip. He was so lovely when he was trying to hold himself back.
I moved closer and sat on his knees, pressing myself against him. Without asking for consent, I ran my hand through his hair. He moaned softly and leaned his head back, closing his eyes. I stared at him for an instant before leaning closer and biting his lip gently. He grew harder beneath me. I swayed my hips delicately, sucking on his lips, trailing my teeth along them, until I slid my tongue into his mouth. He dropped his hands, grabbing my ass, pulling me closer.
“I’ve missed you,” I whispered, pulling away for a moment.
He pushed me back and shot me a wide-eyed stare.
“Is that how you display your longing? Because if this is your way of saying thank you for saving your life, baby girl, I can’t accept it. I won’t do it with you until you’re absolutely sure you want it.”
That hurt me. I pushed even farther away and jumped out of the Jacuzzi, then grabbed my bathrobe and threw it over my shoulders, suddenly ashamed. I wanted to cry. I needed to be as far away from him as I could. This was why i left a huge reminder being slapped on my face before we could even start.
Giovanni has always been a man who loved being in control, infact he craves for it. Sometimes these traits of his works for Rosalia sexually and sometimes not so much infact it gets in the way of things and makes her feel tried and constricted.
I ran back down the stairs and immediately got lost in the labyrinth of passageways. All doors looked the same. Thinking I found the right one, I grabbed the handle and entered a berth. Trailing my hand along the wall, I looked for the light switch, finally realizing this was not the place I had been looking for. The door behind me closed and I heard the click of the lock. The lights grew dimmer and I froze, afraid to turn around, though I knew he wouldn’t hurt me.
“Why run off?He asks
"I actually love it when you touch my hair,” Giovanni said, stopping behind me. He snatched the sash of my bathrobe and tore my only cover away.
As I pressed myself against him, I felt he was naked, wet, and hot. He turned me around and his lips clasped around mine. He kissed me hungrily. His hands moved around my body, stopping on my ass. He lifted me up, kissing me all the while, and carried me to the bed, laying me on the mattress. For a while, he stood there, looking at me. I met his stare and lifted my arms above my head, spreading them to my sides, showing him my helplessness, but also my trust.
“If we do it now, I won’t be able to stop. You know that, right?” he asked in a serious voice. “If we cross this line, I’ll fuck you whether you like it or not and you're not allowed to leave me again "He whispers..
The way he said it sounded like a promise. It only ignited my passion.
“So fuck me,” I said, sitting in front of him on the edge of the bed.
He muttered something through his teeth in Italian and took a step closer, stopping a few inches away. With the faint light still on in the room, I could see his throbbing cock fully erected I put my hands on his buttocks and pulled him closer, grabbing his cock. It was amazingly thick and hard. I trailed my fingers down its length, licking my lips.
“Put your hands on my head,” I said, looking him in the eyes. “And punish me.”Giovanni exhaled loudly and grabbed my hair hard.
“Are you asking me to treat you like a whore? Is this what you want?”He says in excitement
I leaned my head back obediently and opened my mouth wide. “Yes, please,” I breathed, this has been the way their sex life is, rough, hot , BDSM sex. It might get too much sometimes but she relish the feel and excitement if it....
How she had missed him!
She had gone through different one night stand but no one had handled her the way Giovanni had!
His grip on my hair tightened. He moved closer and with a fluid decisive motion shoved his swollen cock into my mouth. I moaned, feeling it reach as far as my throat. His hips started pumping forward and back. I couldn’t breathe.
“If at any point you stop enjoying it, tell me and I'll stop, call out the safe word red if it gets too much. You remember don't you” he asks still keeping his movements steady. I withdrew a bit and took him out of my mouth, continuing to stroke his already wet cock with my hand.
“Yes” I replied, meaning it, before continuing to suck him. I picked up the tempo, sucking and milking his cock hard, he gasped. I blew him harder and faster than his hands on my head were suggesting. He was panting, his hands balling into fists in my hair. I felt him growing even larger in my mouth. I took it as an invitation to show him who was in control now. He was sweet, his skin so smooth, and his body exuded the scent of sex. I delighted in him, wanting to satisfy myself with what I had yearned for from the beginning he suggested we get back together.
Another part of me wants to prove something to him to show Giovanni that holding him in my mouth, I held him in my power. I picked up the pace. He wouldn’t last long. I knew it, and he did, too. He tried slowing me down, but I didn’t let him.
“Not so fast,” he hissed, but I ignored him, when I didn’t slow down even for an instant, he pulled out, pushing me away. I licked my lips greedily as he stood and stared at me, breathing heavily. He pushed me over on the bed and turned me onto my belly, clinging to me with his whole body.
“Relax, baby girl, there's more time and lots of things to explore together” he purred, sliding his two fingers inside of me. I let out a loud slow moan at his sweet intrusion, my already wet and sloppy pussy having no problem with his two fingers filling me.
“I think you’re ready.” Those words made a shiver run down my spine. The anticipation, the uncertainty, the fear, and the desire all whirled inside my head. I thought he was going to finger me with his hands but it seemed he checked how wet i was, he slowly removed his fingers and licked his hands clean. Giovanni then slowly entered me, and I could feel each and every inch of his thick cock inside me.
His arms wrapped themselves around me, almost painfully. As he slid inside me fully, he froze, only to pull out and rush in, harder. I moaned as my arousal and pleasure mixed with pain. His hips hastened, and his breath with them. The wonderful friction I felt was rippling in waves across my entire body. Suddenly, he slowed down, and I exhaled with relief. He suddenly slip his hand sliding it underneath me, raising my hips, and his knee spread my legs even wider.
“Show me that beautiful ass of yours,” he breathed into my ear, caressing my ass.
I jolted startled. Was he going to try something I wasn’t ready for?
“Fuck…” I whispered fearfully, looking back at him.
He grabbed my hair and pushed my head into the pillow.
“Don’t worry, baby girl,” he breathed, leaning over me. “We’re going to get there, but not tonight.”
Slowly and rhythmically he pushed himself against me, bending my spine so that my butt thrust upward.
“Oh yes,” he panted with excitement, holding my hips tighter.
I loved being fucked from behind, and the control he exerted over my body in this position made me equally afraid and aroused. He bent down a bit, sliding one hand over my clit. I spread my legs even wider so he could play with me.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered, pushing his fingers between my lips.
When they were wet enough, he moved the hand back down to rub my pussy. He was an expert and knew perfectly well where to aim his hand to take me to the brink of ecstasy. I grabbed the pillow harder, unable to bear the frantic pace of his hips. I moaned and writhed beneath him, calling out his name repeatedly.
“Not yet, Rosalia,” he said, and turned me over. “I want to see you cum.”
Giovanni slid both hands under me and hugged me tightly as his cock slid inside and out, harder and faster, until I felt myself contracting inside. I swung my head back and allowed the orgasm to take me over.
“Harder,” I moaned.
He pushed at me twice as hard. I could feel him close on my heels, but I couldn’t stop the rapture anymore. I screamed, my body tightening as I came, and Giovann’s hips didn’t stop stroking, impaling me. Another stroke, and another. I heard ringing in my ears. It was too much. With a wild howl I came for the second time and my sweaty body collapsed to the mattress. Giovanni slowed down, becoming almost lazy in his movements. He clutched my wrists and lifted my arms, towering over me on his knees and watching my breast gleefully satisfied.
“Come on my belly. I want to see it,” I breathed, exhausted.
Giovanni smiled and tightened his grip on my wrists.
“No,” he replied, and picked up the pace, pushing wildly again.
A while later, I felt him spilling inside me with a warm wave. I froze. He knew I wasn’t using birth control. He didn’t stop coming for a long time, his cock milking every last drop into me. When he finished, he collapsed onto me, sweaty and burning.
“When we first met I didn’t desire you, i craved for you. But i had no idea it will be all too consuming and overwhelming for you but i do know. You and I are so alike, Rosalia,” he said, kissing me softly.
I kept still, looking into his eyes and feeling the little rush of anger that at rushed through me at his first comment leave me. I adored it when he was open with me it didn’t come easy to him, and I appreciated the effort.
His hips started to gently move, and I felt him getting harder inside me again. He kept kissing my face and talking.
"I wasn't expecting us to spilt and am also thankful that we are trying again, my fear has always been that you would leave that when I close my eyes you wouldn’t be there anymore.”His voice grew sad and apologetic, seems he actually cares about me after all.. . His hips picked up their pace, and his arms wound around me tightened, and I could feel his skin burning up, beading with sweat.
I didn’t want to listen anymore, it made me remember all that had happened in the last. The fear, terrors also the love and intimacy. But also i could remember the times he made me cry, the anger of the times he had humiliated me , Those thoughts made my head flood with anger again. His moving body was getting on my nerves, causing the fury in me to rise.
Giovanni pulled back for a second and looked me in the eyes. What he saw made him freeze.
“What’s happening, Rosalia?” he asked, his eyes searching for an answer in mine.
“You don’t want to know. Please get off me already!” I jerked, trying to escape his clutch, but he didn’t budge. His eyes were cold again but i could see the confusion in them..
Our relationship has always been like this one of hate and love.
“I want to be on top,” I said through clenched teeth, grabbing his buttocks as the urge to be in control overwhelms me. Giovanni rarely allows me he prefers to be the Dom while i be the sub sometimes it can be stimulating and sometimes the urge to rebel and be anything other than submissive overwhelms me.
Giovanni stared at my face for a while longer, finally wrapping his arm around my waist and turning us over, never slipping out of me. He reclined, lifting his arms, just like I had a while ago.
“I’m all yours,” he whispered, closing his eyes. “I don’t know what made you so angry, but if you need some control over me to calm down, I surrender"He whispers and i could see the sincerity in his eyes...
Slowly I rose above him, falling back down onto his hard cock. What he had said amused me, but at the same time I grew disoriented at his new caring nature. I was still angry, too. I clamped my right hand over his cheeks like a vise and squeezed hard. His eyes stayed closed, but he started to clench and unclench his jaw. Steadily, I lifted myself and slid right back down, letting him slide deeper inside. I wanted him to know what I felt. I needed to punish him for everything. Hurt him. And I only knew one way to do that.
I pushed myself up, and when he felt what I was doing, he opened his eyes. I shot him a warning glare and went to find the bathrobe by the door. His seed was dripping down my legs. I dragged my finger through it, gathering some of the sticky cum, and licked it off my finger, keeping my eyes trained on the Giovanni . His cock started to throb even harder as he watched me.
“You taste so sweet,” I say licking my lips. “Want to try?”I say cooing
“Sit up,” I ordered, sitting astride him. Calmly, Giovanni did as he was told, crossing his arms behind his back, as if knowing what I was about to do.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked me in a tone more serious than normal.
I chose to ignore his question and tied his hands so hard he hissed with pain.
Then I pushed him to the bed smirking. I rummaged through the drawer and pulled out a sleeping eye mask.
“Now we’re going to have some fun.,” I purred, putting the mask over his eyes. “You know the drill if you're uncomfortable say the safe word red. Though I don’t think I’ll listen anyway.”
He knew I was mocking him, and it elicited a smile on his face. He reclined his head on the pillow, making himself comfortable.
"I want you to know how it feels to be made to do things you don't want to do like being dominated" I says smirking again as thrills of excitement begins to vibrate over me.
After wearing him the sleep eye mask I pulled my hand away, but only to strike him with an open palm. His head jerked to the side, and I heard him swallowing loudly.
“Again,” he hissed through clenched teeth.
What I did and the reaction I got were working me up. I grabbed his chin.
“I decide when I do that,” I replied. Then I slid up, my wet clit hovering above his head. “Suck it,” I said, brushing it against his lips.
I knew he wouldn’t be happy about having to being ordered around but he needs to learn women aren't just tools to use to satisfy his sexual urge. Memories of how he would sometimes treat her like a sex toy anytime or anywhere be needed it. This was for some of the humiliation he made her bare even if she enjoyed the sex the start of it wasn't always pleasant.I lowered my moist pussy to his mouth, making him feel the taste of my pussy mixed with his cum, He had no choice. A couple of seconds passed, and I felt his tongue caressing me inside. He lifted his chin and moved toward my clit. I moaned and propped my forehead against the wall behind the bed. He was too good at this. It only took him a while to take me to the brink of orgasm. I lifted myself on my knees and glanced down he was licking me off his lips, purring quietly.
Seems that part of the punishment was clearly to his liking. I slid down over his torso and abdomen, finally feeling him entering my snatch, dripping with his saliva. His cock was hard, thick, and fit my pussy perfectly. I moaned, wrapped my arms around his back, and sat him up. I could feel him helping me, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to pull him toward me on my own. Grabbing the headboard, I pulled us closer to the padding on the wall and leaned his back over it. I loved this position it gave me absolute control over my partner, at the same time allowing for a very deep penetration. I grabbed Giovanni by the hair and slowly started to rub my clit against his belly. His penis gently rose inside me, and I pushed against it faster and harder. I fucked him, holding him by the hair with one hand and by the throat with the other. Giovanni was breathing heavily. I could feel him edging closer to the end. I slapped him once more.
“Come!” I said, and hit him again.
It turned me on so much I felt myself starting to climax. But I didn’t want that yet. When a second later the Giovanni filled me to the brim, letting out a mighty roar, and I felt his arms wrapping themselves around me, pressing me against him, he tore off the sleeping mask and kissed me greedily. He moved his hands over my ass and rocked my hips gently.
“I don’t want to come yet,” I whispered, trying to catch my breath.
“I know,” he replied, moving my hips faster. “Hit me!” he hissed. With the mask off, when he could see me clearly, I was suddenly afraid to do it.
“Fucking hit me!” he roared, and I slapped him again.
As my hand connected with his face, I felt a tsunami wave of orgasm rolling over me. I wasn’t able to move anymore my whole body was spasming, with every muscle taut and hard as steel. Giovanni was impaling me on himself hard and fast until I grew limp and collapsed into his arms in a heap. As we sat in silence, he stroked my back very gently.
“When did you free your hands?” I asked, my face resting on his shoulder.
“As soon as you were done with the tying,” he replied, laughing. “You’re not particularly good at this, Rosalia. I, on the other hand, am something of an expert on tying and untying.”
“So why didn’t you use your hands earlier?”
“I knew something I did or said angered you. I decided to allow you to blow off some steam. I was certain you wouldn’t do me any harm. You missed me, remember and besides this was a batch trip of reconciliation and closure?” he said, pushing himself to his feet with me still wrapped around him. Kissing me on the lips, cheeks, and hair, he carried me to the bathroom. He put me down in the shower and turned the water on. “We should go lie down,” he said, spreading soap over my skin. “We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow. I can’t deny I’d rather keep fucking you until morning, but evidently you haven’t used that sweet pussy for some time, and I think it’s had enough for now,” he said, delicately washing me, trailing his hand between my legs. “You’re very aggressive. It turns you on, baby girl, doesn’t it?” His hands stopped, and his eyes pierced me.
“I just like rough sex,” I replied, grabbing him by his balls. What you do in bed is a kind of game—you can be whoever you want and do whatever you want. Within reason, of course,”
“We’ll be happy together, Rosalia. You’ll see,” he said, kissing me on the forehead