Tilly : A Valentino Heir Novella (Valentino Heirs Book 3)

Chapter 8

With Tilly’s hand gripped in mine, I walk her through my house. Straight to my bedroom. Each step feels heavier. The weight of what I’m doing is not lost on me. I glance over my shoulder and she smiles. Fucking smiles.

She’s too innocent to be following me into my bedroom. Way too fucking innocent.

I quickly close the door behind us, turn, and look at her. Really look at her. I’ve wanted this for so fucking long. Probably longer than I should have, to be honest. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine it happening, though.

“You know you don’t have to do this. We probably shouldn’t be doing this.” I let go of her hand, even though that’s the last thing in the world I want to do right now. I have to give her the opportunity to end this.

Fuck, I should be the one ending this. She’s a fucking virgin.

“Do you not want me?” she asks, her voice quiet and her head dropped.

I reach out a hand and tilt her chin upwards until her eyes meet mine again. “I’ve wanted you for so damn long, ragazza. There isn’t a question about that. But I need you to be sure. I don’t want you waking up with regrets in the morning,” I tell her.

“You have?” Tilly’s eyebrows draw down in confusion, and then her expression morphs into something else entirely. Something I recognize. Lust. “I want this, Antonio. I want it to be you.” She lifts an arm and uses the collar of my shirt to tug me closer.

“Fuck it,” I hiss out before slamming my lips on hers. My hands wrap around her waist and I slowly walk her backwards, leading us to my bed. I need to slow down. I know that. She’s never done this before, but this insatiable need within me wants me to slam my cock into her pussy and claim her as mine.

I wonder if she knows… if she’s aware of the fact that if we do this, the chances of me letting her go are slim to fucking none. I’ve tasted her now, and she’s a flavor I want on my tongue every day.

My legs hit the edge of the bed and I spin around, gently pushing her down. Her back lands on the mattress and the way she looks up at me, like I’ve hung the fucking moon again, is fucking dangerous. It’s a look a man like me has no business being on the receiving end of. My fingers dig into the edge of her skirt and I tug it off, along with her panties. Tilly removes her top without needing to be told, and I smile down at her.

“You really are a good girl, aren’t you, Matilda Valentino?” I ask her.

“I don’t want to be good tonight, Antonio. I want to be yours,” she says while biting on her bottom lip.

“You can be both,” I tell her as I unbutton my shirt, shrugging it down my shoulders and tossing it onto the ground. I toe off my shoes and then remove my pants, leaving my briefs on. Kneeling between her legs, I slide my fingers up the center of her pussy. Tilly jolts, her hips arching off the mattress. “I love how responsive you are to my touch.” I grin as I push one finger into her tight little cunt.

“Ah… oh god.” Tilly throws her head back. Her pouty fucking mouth falls open and her eyes squeeze shut.

“Open your eyes, Matilda. You need to see this. You need to watch me claim you.”

Her lashes flutter and then her gaze connects with mine. I don’t break eye contact as I bend forward and take one of her nipples into my mouth. Sucking on the hard bud.

Fuck, she’s beautiful. So damn perfect.

I push another finger inside her, pumping in and out, stretching her as much as I can.

“Antonio, I need…” she moans as she claws at the bedding.

“I know what you need, ragazza. I’m going to give you everything you need.” I move my lips up until I find hers. My tongue pushes into her mouth, and I groan as her pussy clenches around my fingers.

Pressing my thumb against her clit, I rub small circles as my fingers continue to fuck her. It takes less than thirty seconds to send her off that cliff. She screams out my name as her hands grab on to my arms, her nails digging into my skin.

Once she’s come down from her orgasm, I remove my fingers and bring them to my mouth. “Your taste is too fucking good to go to waste, Tilly,” I tell her as she watches me lick my hand clean. I lean over and pull a condom out of the bedside drawer. “Are you sure about this?” I ask her again.

“I’m sure.” She smiles up at me.

I remove my briefs and tug on my cock. It’s so fucking hard precum leaks from the tip. Unable to wait a second longer, I tear into the foil packet and roll the protection down my shaft, wishing I didn’t have to take these precautions. Which is a new fucking concept for me. I’ve never wanted to fuck anyone bare. The potential consequences are not worth it.

As I look down at Matilda, I realize this woman is either going to be my ultimate downfall or the person who stands by my side as we both rise to the top. There is no between.

I position my tip at the entrance of her pussy, then reach out a hand to cup her cheek. “No regrets?” I ask her.

“No regrets,” she repeats.

Then I slowly push inside her. She’s fucking tighter than anything I’ve ever felt before. “Fuck me,” I groan. My lips find hers. I can’t get enough of kissing this woman. I can’t get enough of her. It takes every bit of restraint I have in my body to not just slam into her. I pump in and out, going a little deeper each time until I reach that wall of resistance and pause. “This is going to hurt. I wish I could tell you otherwise. Do something to change that. But I can’t.”

“It’s okay. I’m ready,” she says as her legs tighten around my waist.

I inch forward, bottom out, and still. Tilly gasps and her fingers dig into my shoulders. I’ll take whatever pain she inflicts, though. If it helps her right now, I’ll take it all. I stare into her eyes, hating the fact that I’ve caused her anything but pleasure.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper while peppering her face with light kisses.

“It’s okay,” she says. “I’m okay.” She moves her hips. “Maybe just… can you move?”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I admit.

“I’m not that fragile, Antonio. Please, I want you to fuck me.”

“I’m not fucking you tonight, Matilda.” I watch her face drop. “I’m going to make love to you,” I clarify before slowly pulling out and sliding back in. Bracing my weight with one arm, I use my free hand to caress her body. I cup her breast as I lean down and kiss the peak. “You deserve to be worshiped.” I kiss the other breast. “You deserve to be treasured.” I move up to her neck, pressing my lips right under her ear. “You deserve the fucking world, and I’m going to give it to you.”

Our bodies move in synch as I slowly make love for the first time in my life. Guess it’s a night of firsts for both of us.

“I want to feel you come on my cock, ragazza. I want to feel your juices drench me.”

As if I pressed a button, her pussy convulses, her muscles stiffen, and she comes with my name spilling from her lips. As much as I try to hold on, I can’t. Her cunt has a fucking chokehold on me. An orgasm tears through my body as I fill the condom inside her.

“Fuck,” I groan while biting into her shoulder. Then I fall to her side and pull her with me, so she’s half on top of my chest, half on the bed.

“That was… is it always like that?” Tilly asks.

“No. That was fucking amazing,” I tell her.

I wake up feeling like I’ve slept for twenty-four hours straight. I never sleep this solid.

But as soon as I pulled the covers over us and I felt her breathing even out last night, I closed my eyes and let myself rest.

I open my eyes and reach an arm out. Except the bed is empty, the sheets cold. I look around the room. She’s gone. I don’t need to get up to know that.

Fuck. She fucking left. Another first for me…