Chapter 13 - Stefano
My mind slowly drifts to the edges of consciousness, but I can tell it is still dark in the room and not time to get up yet. Immediately I think of Darya, and that I want to go and slip into her bed for a few hours so that I can lie with her, but within seconds of having that thought, I am incredibly surprised to find that she is in my arms.
My eyes shoot all the way open, and my heart begins to pulse heavily.
She’s in my arms, in my bed, sleeping right next to me.
I know that when we got home, she went to her own bedroom, and I assumed that she had just gone straight to bed.
So, that means that she came back here and climbed into my bed after her shower.
I can’t help the massive grin that spreads across my face.
I pull her closer to me, wrapping my arms tighter around her. She stirs in her sleep, and I close my eyes again, letting her scent drift over me and the warmth of her body soak into me.
This is incredible. This is perfect.
As usual, when I am lying next to her, my body starts to respond.
My cock begins to throb and harden.
I do my best to ignore it, despite the deep, frustrating need that I feel towards her.
Her ass is pressed against my crotch, and it takes everything in me to not start rocking against her.
Go to sleep, I tell myself. When the time is right, you can take her, but the time has to be right. She is too special. Too rare. You have to show her how important she is to you.
I struggle to fall asleep again because of my body being filled with such intense need. But at the same time, knowing that she chose to sleep in my bed tonight has filled me with a sense of peace.
***
In the morning, the warm sunlight streams through the window and splashes across my pillow. I don’t open my eyes right away. I can feel Darya still wrapped in my arms, her legs tangled with mine. She has rolled over in her sleep and is snuggled against my chest. My arms are still wrapped around her, and she is breathing softly.
I half expected her to sneak off before I woke up, the same way I have been doing every night.
I pull her closer against me and take a deep breath. My cock is already rock-hard since I woke up with her body against mine.
I feel Darya’s hand drift over my chest as she slowly starts to wake up, too.
For a second, I feel her entire body go rigid against me, obviously realizing where she is.
I suppress the grin on my face.
She shifts her leg and her thigh brushes right over my cock. A small gasp escapes her lips when she realizes I am definitely happy about having her next to me.
I stare down at her beautiful, sleepy face while she blinks up at me.
“Good morning, beautiful girl,” I say, brushing my hand over her face to move the hair away so I can see all of her.
But I don’t stop there. I let my hand drift down across her cheek, over the curve of her neck, across her collarbone.
Her breathing hitches slightly, but then she starts to respond to me.
She shifts her body, and I swear I can feel her rocking her hips against my side.
I roll over, moving her onto her back and pressing my lips against hers.
She closes her eyes and wraps her hands around my neck, then lets her touch trace down my back. I push my cock against her pussy, my hips pushing her legs open.
She gasps softly and rocks her hips up towards me.
My lips leave her mouth, moving across her neck, down to her breasts. My tongue plays over her nipples until they harden. I cup her breast in my hand and massage it as my lips move lower, across her toned stomach.
I grab her pants and pull them down, tossing them off the side of the bed.
Darya’s breathing is becoming faster and more intense.
I lie back down with my face between her legs.
She runs her fingers through my hair as I pull her thighs apart and let the warmth of my mouth travel over her delicate pink pussy.
I love how she tastes. I love the way she rocks her hips against my mouth in pleasure. She lets herself go and loses her inhibitions in these moments.
My cock is so hard as my tongue slips inside her pussy and I begin to glide it in and out of her. I love fucking her with my mouth, but I know that when I push my cock into her, it will be a pleasure beyond anything I have ever felt before.
My lips wrap around her clit as my fingers dip into her, massaging her from the inside while my tongue swirls over her.
She rocks hard against me, pushing against my mouth, and the little cries of pleasure that escape her are too divine for me to handle.
My cock twitches with need.
When I feel her legs begin to shake, I start rubbing my tongue harder against her and dip my fingers in deeper. She gasps and I move faster.
Soon she is arching her back and rocking her hips, and when her thighs clamp over my head, I know she has lost control.
Her pussy clamps down on my fingers as her orgasm washes through her.
She is soaked and ready for me now.
I position my body over hers, her legs spread wide open for me.
Her eyes lock with mine as I hover above her, gripping my cock in my hand, rubbing it slowly over her pussy.
Her breathing is getting faster again.
I press my cock against her, ready to thrust into her delightful little pussy.
I rock my hips forward and she cries out in pain or fright. I am not sure.
I know my cock is massive, but I thought she was ready.
Instantly I pull back, not wanting to ever hurt her.
“Are you okay?”
She nods. “Yes, sorry. I am. I just—you are really big.”
I clench my jaw. She isn’t ready. I have to stop.
It is the last thing in the world that I want to do, but I have to stop.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I say, rolling to the side and pulling her along with me.
Her cheeks flush rosy pink and she won’t look me in the eye. I don’t know if she is relieved that we aren’t going to have sex or disappointed.
“Why did you decide to stay a virgin? You must have had men chasing you your entire life,” I ask, finally, because I have wanted to know the answer since the moment I found out about it.
“Mm.” Darya bites her lower lip. “I just felt that it was right for me. I was never interested in anyone enough to do that with them. I wanted to save myself for the right person. You know, the one. It sounds silly maybe to you, but it was important to me.”
“You were saving yourself for the one?”
She nods as her cheeks flush darker pink.
My heart clenches in my chest.
She didn’t choose to marry me. It was arranged. That means that she doesn’t see me as being the one.
The muscles of my jaw feather as I feel uncomfortably rejected.
How can I force her to be with me when I know she doesn’t view me as being the person she always thought she would find?
I slip my arm away from her, rolling to the other side of the bed. “I am going to make coffee. Do you want any?” I ask, perhaps sounding a bit annoyed, or hurt, who knows.
“Um—you’re going?”
“Yes. To make coffee. Do you want or not?”
When I climb out of bed, my cock is still hard. I grab the pair of sweatpants I kicked off beneath the blankets and pull them on quickly. Then I turn and head for the door. I feel the need to get out of here as quickly as possible. I hate this feeling running through me.
When I get to the door, I jump, because Darya’s hand grabs my arm.
“Wait, I didn’t want you to go yet,” she says, looking up at me.
“Why?”
“Because…I wanted…." She pulls me back towards the bed, and I narrow my eyes, curious about what she is doing.
Am I the one? Does she want to have sex with me?
She turns my body as we reach the bed and pushes me onto it.
She grabs my sweatpants and pulls them down, and I grin, feeling better already.
She does want me.
She grins mischievously, and then kneels on the bed in front of me.
She lowers her beautiful mouth towards my cock as she licks her lips, and I feel myself throbbing in anticipation of her gorgeous lips wrapping around me.
Her tongue glides up my shaft and I shudder at the pleasure of it.
She glances up at me.
“I didn’t want you to leave until I could return the favor. Fair is fair.” She drops her face again and her lips wrap around my cock. Waves of ecstasy rush through me, but as much as I want to let her carry on, I feel disgusting.
She is only doing this because she feels obliged to return the favor. She didn’t bring me back to the bed as her own choice—her own declaration that I am the one.
I am not the one.
So she is giving me a blowjob instead of her body.
A pity move.
The thought of her doing this out of sheer obligation knots my stomach.
“Stop,” I say, wrapping my hand around her shoulder and lifting her mouth off my cock.
Instantly I am filled with physical regret because of how incredible it felt, but no, this is not okay with me.
“Am I doing it wrong?” she asks, looking worried.
“No, you were…amazing. But I can’t do this.”
“What—"
I push myself off the bed, and she stares at me in disbelief with round, wild eyes. Her mouth is hanging open, as though she doesn’t understand what is going on.
“I’m going to make the coffee,” I say, turning quickly, pulling my pants up again and leaving the room in a hurry, because if I don’t go now, I will lose control.
Her words have cut deep into me. I feel like shit. Worthless in so many ways.
I don’t want to have sex with Darya just because she feels obliged to do this. It’s more than that for me. It was the sealing of our marriage, yes, but it is also something I have been obsessing over for so long, following her, watching her… I wanted her to want me, and clearly that is not the case.
I was stupid to think I would ever be good enough for her.