Chapter 43 #2
“Aren’t you going to... come inside me?” she asked, readjusting her position on the sofa so she could reach down to slide a finger down his erection.
David inhaled sharply and considered the width of the sofa.
“Perhaps if you sit on me, it will be easier? I don’t wish to cause you pain, especially since this is your first time,” he murmured as he readjusted himself so he lounged against the back of the sofa.
His manhood jutted up from its nest of curls, obviously aware of what was about to happen.
He watched in wonder as she quickly straddled him as he held onto her waist. “You’re quite limber,” he commented between pants for air.
Then he nearly fainted when she suddenly pulled her shift from her body and her bare breasts were in front of his face.
The wisp of fabric sailed off somewhere to his left.
“What do I do?”
“Um...”He reached for her hand and moved it to his manhood. “You’ll need to guide it. But rub it on your wetness first, so it will go in easier.”
He grunted when she did his bidding, stunned when she angled her hips and the tip of his manhood was suddenly surrounded by her ambrosia.
“Oh,” she breathed. “You’re rather... thick.”
“Take it slow. If you can’t...” He growled when he was suddenly seated nearly all the way inside her. “Oh, I am not going to last long,” he murmured, burying his face between her breasts.
“It doesn’t hurt,” she whispered. “But I feel... full inside.”
He nodded. “Raise and lower yourself. I’ll help,” he said, gripping her hips to demonstrate what he meant. He lifted his own hips to meet hers, and soon they were engaged in a rhythmic thrusting that had both of them murmuring words of encouragement.
He moved his thumbs to where their bodies met, and when she cried out, he knew she was close. Knew she was coming, because his cock felt as if it was no longer under his control but entirely under hers.
The sensation, entirely different from when he took his manhood in hand and rubbed it, had his entire body ceasing as intense pleasure gripped him.
For a long moment, it didn’t let go but simply held him suspended as if on a precipice.
He wrapped his arms around Vittoria in an attempt to ground himself, and he realized he was suffocating, his mouth and nose pressed so hard against her.
He finally pulled away and sucked in air at the same moment her lips captured his in a desperate kiss.
His body shuddered one last time, and he growled as he went limp beneath her.
“Oh!” she gasped happily. When her eyes opened, she quickly sobered. “Are you all right?” she asked, her brows furrowing with worry.
He nodded as he stared up at her. “I’m in heaven,” he replied, finally allowing a chuckle. “And very sleepy,” he whispered.
She giggled and reached for her shift. She wadded it into a ball and placed it between their bodies before lifting herself off of him. When his manhood was free of her body, she stepped off the sofa. “Lie down,” she said. She bent down to capture her petticoat.
“You have the most beautiful bum,” he said, as he limply fell over onto his side and sighed.
She turned around, shaking out the petticoat so it settled over his body. “What is bum?” she asked, once again bending down to capture the other.
“Your... arse,” he whispered. He lifted an arm to capture her waist and pulled her down so she had her back pressed to his chest. He slid the hand down to her hip and around the globe of her bottom to pat it before he bent his knees into the back of hers.
She wiggled her bum into his groin, and he growled with appreciation.
“What did you do with your shift?” he asked.
“It’s still down there,” she whispered. “Between my legs. It has the proof of my virginity.”
The comment had him fully awake. He quickly lifted his head onto an elbow and leaned over her. “Are you all right? Apologies, my love. I should have asked sooner.”
She turned her head to gaze up at him. “I am... fine,” she replied happily. “It was molto better than I thought it would be, you rogue,” she teased.
He grinned. “For me as well,” he murmured. “I’ll only ever be your rogue.” He planted a kiss on her shoulder. “Sleep well. I want to hold you for a time before I take you to your bed.”
She nodded and sighed. “Buona notte.”
“Buona notte.”
Several hours later, David awoke from a dream so vivid, it took him a moment to remember where he was. Three boys had been playing near him as he held a baby girl. Next to him, Vittoria sat with her head leaning against his shoulder.
Vittoria!
He gave a start and chuckled softly when he realized she was still tucked against the front of his body.
His manhood had realized it, too, but he wasn’t about to take advantage. Better he put her to bed and return to his own room.
In the morning, he would need to convince a bishop he was desperate to marry Vittoria D’Avalos. Perhaps Donald and Nicoletta could help in that regard, since they had arranged it in Catania.
David managed to rise without waking his betrothed and quickly dressed, although he left his cravat and buttons undone. He lifted Vittoria’s gown from the chair and shook it out before carefully folding it. He did the same with the petticoat she used to cover him and added her corset to the pile.
Stacking her clothes atop her, he bent and lifted her into his arms, hoping the petticoat would continue to cover her lower half.
She mewled, her arms wrapping around his neck as if she understood she had to hold on to him in her sleep. He chuckled as he took one last look around the library to be sure he hadn’t missed anything, and then took her up to her bedchamber.
He discovered the linens had already been turned down, making it easy for him to put her to bed and cover her. He kissed her forehead. “Buona notte, mia donna,” he whispered.
Making his way across the corridor to his room, he paused before going inside when he realized he was being watched.
At the end of the hall, his brother was leaning against the door jamb, his arms crossed as he displayed a knowing grin.
He shook his head. “A rogue in Roma, indeed,” he said before stepping back into his apartment.
Nicoletta appeared in his place, though, her smile radiant.
“Welcome to the D’Avalos family,” she whispered.
“Grazie, sister,” he replied, a hand going to his chest. “Or should I call you zia?”
Nicoletta quickly sobered. “Sister will be fine,” she replied before she closed the door.
David grinned and went to bed.