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Giornata was the most perfect human being that Mista had ever laid his eyes upon. She was beautiful like the morning itself; graceful and bright and out of his reach.
Or, so he had thought until this very moment. What was occurring at this very moment was like straight from Mista's usual sexual fantasies (yes, most of them embarrassingly enough revolved around his Boss). Mista had hard time believing it was actually happening.
"I'm not stupid, you know", Giornata said, the bright blue of her eyes locked with Mista's dark brown, "I have noticed the way you look at me."
Mista, trapped between his Boss' desk and the woman herself, gulped audibly. He thought he had been pretty good at hiding it? Like, he was never distracted by Giornata's beauty whenever he accompanied her. And the blonde never seemed to notice the countless glances he stole in a day? He had been really sneaky about it, how the hell had she--
Mista felt Giornata's slender body press against him, and he could feel the softness and heat from her through her clothes-
"Uh, Boss, I don't really know what you're-" he felt Giornata's beautiful, pale finger on his chest and shit he needs to think, focus, what is even happening right now.
"You're not a very good liar", Giornata said with a seductive smile; she had waited long enough. She found the way Mista squirmed, cheeks so sinfully red so very amusing. She looked up to the dark-haired man, a head-or-so taller than her.
"I, this isn't-" shit, that perfect finger of hers is moving way too low- "appropriate, I mean- I'm- you're my-" Mista held his breath when he felt Giornata's finger draw circles on his bare abdomen, tickling him. She played with the dark hair, looking up at one of her most trusted subordinate.
"I'm your boss? Then it's for me to decide what is appropriate and what's not", she continued for the other. Her hand moved lower still, and- fuck not there- her hand cupped his bulging crotch. Mista heard a happy hum when she felt the hardness poking against her hand.
Mista was downright flustered at this point, though he was pretty sure that denying wouldn't do any good at this point. He was the one who was popping a goddamn boner over his boss, and Giornata was the one coming onto him. Mista sure as hell didn't want to pass this and dear god she palmed against his erection and her cheeks were so faintly flushed why is she so perfect.
"W-Was I really that obvious?"Mista wondered out loud, coyly looking at the blue eyes staring at him.
Giornata's laugh started as a chuckle.
"It was really hard not to notice", she admitted. "I mean, you stare me awfully alot, and then quickly turn away? Even Polnareff has noticed".
"Well, fuck", Mista said, breathing the last word out when he felt the light squeeze on his dick.
"I've been having awfully a lot of pressure on me for a while", Mista's eyes wondered at those light-red lips forming the words, "would you help me release some tension?"
Giornata had wanted to say those words for such a long time, and when she finally did, it was worth it. Blood rushed to Mista's face and probably other places, and the man bit his lower lip. He looked ready to throw Giornata on the closest bed, which was tempting, but the blonde wouldn't have it that way. Not now, at least. She kept her hand on Mista's dick, softly palming him, and undid her braid with the other. Mista watched quietly as the golden curls were freed, and what the hell did his Boss put on her hair to make it smell so damn good?
"Boss-" Mista started, but corrected himself when the woman looked up at him with displeasure, "Giornata. Can I kiss you?"
Giornata looked happy at his suggestion, and granted him her permission, standing on her tiptoes and closing her eyes. Though Mista didn't want to make his Boss wait, he spent a good while looking at that pretty face, fair eyelashes reminding him of gold and her lips pursed just the tiniest bit. He leaned down, meeting her lips with his own and their softness was unreal, straight out of this world.
The kiss was so gentle at first, the two of them enjoying each other's lips against each other, but Giornata made her move soon enough. She removed her hand from Mista's crotch, placing it now on his waist to press against the man. The other hand she used to first throw that horrible hat away, and then tangling her fingers in the short, dark hair. She deepened the kiss, intruding his mouth with her tongue. Mista was more than happy with the turn the kiss had taken, but no matter how eager he was he found the blonde completely dominating their kiss. Her tongue was rubbing against his so strongly, teeth nibbling his lips so gently while those bright eyes studied him so closely, eyelashes fluttering every so often.
Mista wasn't the only one who was out of breath when the kiss was over.
"Um, Giornata? This kinda hurts, can we.." Mista looked down at the obvious bulge in his pants before looking at the bed.
Giornata felt her own cheeks flush; she was more than happy to oblige.
The two of them made it to the huge bed (only the best for the Boss), and Giornata breathed in sharply before opening the zipper of her top, decorated with ladybugs. Despite her confidence, she didn't do these kinds of things often. She hurried to quickly get rid of her partner's shirt to hide her own embarrassment, enjoying his exposed body.
Mista's eyes couldn't leave Giornata as the woman opened his pants and released his lenght: she was absolutely beautiful. Her breasts were small, and her upper body was slender yet quite athletic. Pale pink nubs decorated her beautiful chest, and at the moment Mista wanted to suck on them more than anything. But, Giornata was his boss and he waited for her words.
Giornata didn't bother to take off her skirt and thigh-high socks, but instead got rid of her panties. Mista could see the wet spot on them before they were thrown away, and he felt his dick throb.
Giornata looked at the dark-haired man, sitting on the edge of the bed patiently. She wanted to keep control so badly, but she wasn't ready to go all the way right at this moment and she could hear the beat of her heart in her head so loud, it was hard to think. Briefly she wondered if Mista, too, could hear the beating of her heart.
Mista could see that Giornata was unsure what to do now, but he didn't want to stop and he knew that Giornata didn't want to either. He reached to take her hand in his, gently pulling her closer.
"You could sit on my face", Mista said. Seeing the surprise in Giornata's face, he realized that he had said something unbelievable.
He wanted to quickly say something, but it was his turn to be surprised when Giornata nodded and pushed him on the bed, to lay on hi back.
"W-What, really!?"
Mista lifted himself with his elbows, face gone completely red. Giornata was already climbing on him, getting back her confidence from before.
"This was your idea, just lay on your back", she said, on all fours above the other.
Mista quickly dropped to the bed and let Giornata turn around above him. Then, she carefully lifted her skirt and lowered herself closer to Mista's face.
Mista stared. This was too unreal. How could Giornata be so beautiful? Her pussy was flushed pink, radiating heat to his face. It looked like the most graceful flower, and she was so wet. Because of him. The smell made his head spin, and couldn't resist tasting her even if he wanted to. But he didn't want to, or need to resist. He brought his lips to gently kiss the swollen lips before sucking on them, avoiding the small nub for the time being.
Giornata's hips jerked when Mista indulged himself in licking her folds, making the room echo with wet sounds. She moaned at the pleasure and lowered herself still, Mista's hands urging him to completely sit on his face. Giornata was happy to oblige. She rut against that wonderful mouth pleasuring her, reaching to touch Mista's own, hard cock.
Mista gasped against her as she squeezed his bare dick in her hand. When she pumped, slowly, his moans vibrated against her cunt. Giornata let out a shaky sigh when she felt his tongue enter her wetness. She fastened her hand on Mista's dick, the man eagerly licking at her juices.
Honestly, Mista was close. This whole thing went over his head and aroused him beyond his limits. And the hand, moving on his dick was not the most experienced hand but it was Giornatta's hand for fuck's sake and just that thought made it feel so good. The erratic thrusts of his hips and his pants and moans, growing louder were more than enough to tell Giornata that he was about to come.
Not yet.
Giornata squeezed the tip of Mista's dick. Hard. Mista cried out under her, hot breath tickling her sensitive parts, and his hips twitched as he was unable to release. He groaned against her, and Giornata's happy, somewhat shaky hum sounded so sweet in his ears.
"You have to make me come first", she said, keeping her hand still. The way Mista throbbed in his hand, it was so needy and she could feel herself twitch.
Mista didn't move for a while. He evened his ragged breath, and for a second Giornata was worried he was displeased, and she made a surprised moan when she felt his tongue rubbing against her clit. Finally. The wet muscle flicked the sensitive nub around, and then Giornata felt him sucking on her clit. She swayed her hips on him; she was feeling all too hot, her loins were burning and she felt a familiar heat coil in the pit of her stomach.
Mista sucked and licked at her as if desperate, and he felt so frustrated for not being able to come, but he found himself not disliking it. And the sounds she made; they made every hair on Mista's body stand and him shiver. There was only a degree of hot Mista could take and he felt like he was going to fucking burst if he wouldn't cum.
Giornata moaned, loud, when she felt the hot tension building inside her body finally release; she arched her back as she tensed, releasing Mista's dick from her tight grip. Relief waved over Mista as he was able ejaculate; the white strings shot on Giornata's skirt. In his bliss of release, he vaguely registered the fact that Giornata squirted on his face and he found that incredibly hot.
The two panted, still in the quiet room. Giornata slowly removed her body from above Mista, placing herself to lie besides the other. While her face was flushed pink, damp from sweat, Mista's face was covered in her juices. She felt her heart skip a beat.
Mista looked at her, bringing her significantly smaller body against his. His heart was beating so fast, he was afraid it would jump through his chest.
"That certainly helped me to release some tension", Giornata said, laugh in her voice.
"I'm happy I was of use", Mista answered, with a grin.