Nico
I lathered her entire body in that oil, kneading and massaging and soothing those nasty bruises with brushes of my lips. Gianna’s eyes shot open as I kissed the one on her neck, and she gazed back at me, her eyes dark with need.
“Tell me to stop and I will,” I whispered. “I don’t want to hurt you again.” Gianna stared long and hard at me before taking my oil-covered hand and guiding them between her legs. I let out a hiss the moment I felt her wetness. She was burning down there. For me.
“Keep going,” she whispered in my ear, leaning closer. I wanted to unleash myself on her on that command, but I reminded myself that she was hurt and I needed to take it slow.
“Like this?” I rubbed my palm against her wetness while trailing kisses down her neck and shoulders.
“Yes,” she moane
