Chapter 19: The Speakers

Gianna's POV

At nine on Saturday morning the harbor was bright and the ceremony was three hours away.

Dario came out of the shower with a towel around his hips and found me sitting on the edge of the bed.

I had not slept. I did not feel tired.

"Come here," I said.

"We have a drive to check," he said.

"Dario."

He stopped.

I stood and took the towel in my fist and pulled it off him.

He was already hard. He looked at me with his jaw set, and I smiled.

"Lie down," I said.

He lay back on the bed, slowly, with his hands open at his sides.

I climbed over him and sat on his thighs.

His scarred arm lay across the pillow in the morning light, and he did not hide it.

I took his cock in my hand and stroked him once from base to tip.

His breath caught.

"I want you to watch," I said.

"I am watching."

I rose on my knees and lowered myself onto him, an inch at a time.

He groaned, and his hands came up to my hips.

"No," I said, and caught his wrists, and pressed them flat to the sheet. "Let me."

He let me.

I rode him slowly at first, with my eyes on his face.

"You are beautiful," he said, hoarse. "You are so beautiful."

"Say it again."

"I am yours, and I will do whatever you say."

"Then count."

His eyes flew open.

"One," I said, and rolled my hips.

"Two," he breathed.

"Three."

I went faster. My thighs burned. The bed knocked the wall.

By the count of seven he was swearing under his breath.

At nine his whole body arched under me.

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