Chapter 22
Mia
I’m about to lose my virginity.
I’m about to lose my virginity to my husband.
My husband who arranged our marriage so he could have me.
I couldn’t care less about that. I don’t care how we got to this moment, because this moment is everything, and I one hundred percent am glad it’s Santino I’m doing this with.
“Wait,”
I say in a panic, and his eyes flash with what I think is pain. “Condom,” is all I manage to get out, and the pain turns to understanding.
“Sorry, baby, I got lost in you.”
He reaches into the drawer of his nightstand and pulls one out. Sitting back on his heels, he rips the packet open, and I watch him roll it down his impressive length. He looks even bigger than before.
How…
How is he going to fit inside me?
“If you keep looking at my dick like that, Mia, this isn’t going to go the way I want it to.”
I bite my lip and raise my eyes to his. “Sorry.”
He groans and runs his hand through his hair. “Don’t be, baby. You looking at me like that is the greatest fucking thing. I love it.”
I reach for his hands and pull him back down for a kiss. I can still taste myself on his lips and tongue and it’s oddly erotic.
“Make love to me now, Santino,”
I whisper against his lips, feeling him at my entrance again.
He made me come twice already, but my body needs more. I need more. I want to feel him inside me, stretching me, filling me, and reaching that deep ache that he hasn’t yet.
“Your wish is my command, my bride.”
Santino keeps his eyes on mine, looking so intensely, it’s like he’s trying to reach my soul as the fat tip of his cock presses into me.
I’m already beyond wet, so he slips in easily, but I tense up, the intensity of his size already making me panic.
“Relax, Mia. It’ll only hurt for a moment, and then I promise it’ll feel good. So fucking good, baby. Do you trust me?”
He searches my eyes for the truth, and I let him see that I do. “I trust you.”
“Then breathe for me, farfalla. I’m going to push in a little more and it’ll hurt less if you relax and breathe.”
I nod my head, but I don’t know how I can possibly follow any sort of directions right now.
He reaches between us and rubs my clit, instantly making me feel fire lick across every inch of my body, and I automatically lift my hips to take him inside me just a little bit more.
Ohhh.
My breathing becomes erratic and my eyes widen as I feel him stretching me painfully.
“It’s too much,” I pant.
“You were made to take me, Mia. Your body will accommodate me. I promise.”
He kisses me all over my face, then whispers, “You were made for me.”
I was made for him.
I repeat his words over and over in my head and it relaxes me.
“That’s it, farfalla, let me see you spread your wings. Let me see you fly.”
Santino pushes in a little more and I welcome him this time instead of tensing up.
I keep my eyes on his and cup his cheek. “Give me all of you.”
His eyes flare with heat and he pushes the rest of the way inside me. “Ohmygod,” I say in a rush.
My inner muscles clench around him and he groans, pressing his forehead to mine. “You can’t do that or this will end way too soon.”
“You like that?”
I ask, feigning innocence while I do it again.
“Mia,”
he growls, his eyes sharp.
I smile and lift my head to give him a quick kiss. “You feel so good inside me, Santino.”
He groans again at my confession and kisses me long and deep while my body adjusts to his size.
Finally, he pulls out a few inches and then slowly pushes back in. I gasp, and he does it again. And again. Then he pulls out to the tip and pushes all the way back inside at the same slow pace.
“Santino,”
I moan, my entire body on fire. He feels so, so good, but I’m chasing something and he’s going too slow to keep up. “More,” I choke out. “Faster.”
“Not yet, farfalla. I promised slow the first time.”
He kisses his way to my ear. “I promised to make love to you.”
I think my heart is going to burst from how careful he’s trying to be with me while keeping his promise.
“I know, but–”
I say, and he cuts me off with another long, slow stroke of his cock. I arch my back, smashing my chest to his. “Please!” I beg. “It’s so good, but I need more. I need you to go faster. I need…I don’t know,” I say, frustrated. I grab his hair and pull him back to my lips, trying to convey to him how wound-up I am and how much I need him to help me…shatter. Explode. Fly. Be lit on fire. Everything.
“You need me to fuck you, my bride?”
“Yes!”
I cry out, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Fuck. Me. Now.”
“What my bride wants, I give her.”
Pulling out of me, Santino pauses for a moment, ensuring my eyes are on his. “And she looks so sexy taking my cock for the first time.”
He slams back inside me in a single quick motion and I cry out, causing him to go still inside me. “No, no, no,”
I chant. “Don’t stop. Keep going.” I scratch my nails across his shoulders.
“Oh, I plan to,”
he assures me, rolling his hips so he rubs against my clit.
Santino thrusts into me over and over again, picking up speed each time, until I’m completely lost.
I’m completely gone.
I’m climbing higher and higher, hoping to finally touch heaven before I freefall back down to reality.
Santino is fucking me like a man possessed, or rather obsessed, is the greatest pleasure I’ve ever felt. I never want it to end, while at the same time, I need to come desperately.
He cups the side of my neck and keeps his dark eyes on mine as he fucks me, taking and giving with every thrust.
“Give in to me, Mia. Let me see my farfalla fly.”
“Fly with me,”
I manage to say, and Santino growls.
He reaches between us to rub my clit and I see stars. I manage to touch heaven, and float there for a moment, before Santino thrusts into me again and I burst apart into a million stars of my own – on fire and floating amongst the abyss of space.
He thrusts into me one more time, then stills, groaning into my neck. I have no idea if it feels the same way for him, but as he continues to make slow circles around my clit, he keeps me floating in space as little aftershocks pulsate through my body and I continue to convulse around him.
I don’t realize my nails are digging into his back until I loosen my hold on him and go slack beneath him, completely spent.
“How are you?”
Santino asks, kissing me all over my face. “Are you okay?”
“More than okay,”
I tell him, my voice soft. The blood rushing through my head finally starts to settle and I can hear the pounding of our hearts plastered together. “Thank you.”
Santino chuckles. “Thank you?”
“For checking to make sure I’m okay.”
I run my fingers up and down his back. “Thank you.”
“I wasn’t too rough for your first time?”
I slide my hands over his shoulders and up his neck to cup his face. His dark brown eyes are slightly lighter somehow, and full of a mix of worry and wonder.
“No, you weren’t. I wanted you to give me exactly what you did, and it was perfect. I promise. Cross my heart and hope to–”
I’m in the middle of making the X mark over my heart when he swoops down and grabs my finger between his teeth, cutting me off mid phrase. I squeal when he bites down.
“Don’t even think of finishing that stupid saying,”
he says roughly. “I hate it and I don’t want to think of you…you know.”
“Dying?”
“Shh,”
he hushes, kissing me quiet. “I said don’t say it.”
Laughing, I caress his cheek. “Okay.”
I look between his eyes, debating if I should ask the question on the tip of my tongue.
“Ask me whatever is on your mind.”
“How did you–?”
“It’s written all over your face.”
“I was wondering if it feels the same for you.”
“Sex?”
“Yes. Well, kind of. I was thinking more about the orgasm part.”
“How does it feel for you?”
he asks, and I can see in his eyes that he’s very interested in my answer.
“The pressure in me builds up until you set me off, and I’m falling and flying like I’m a million burning stars floating in space.”
Santino’s eyes soften and crinkle at the edges. “That sounds pretty fucking awesome.”
I burst out laughing and he smiles that million-dollar smile that can get me to do anything. “For me, it’s a fire that travels down my spine. My cock gets even harder and swells right before I come. With you, my bride, I’ve never come harder in my life, and that means I saw fucking stars when I came, losing myself to you. And the feeling of your pussy squeezing me and pulsating around me as you orgasmed…”
He shakes his head in disbelief. “It was like a tight hug for my cock, and I can’t say I’ve ever had a better hug in my life. I told you, you were made for me.” Santino kisses me long and slow to show me just how much. He slips out of me and I groan, missing him already.
“I’m going to get a warm washcloth to clean you up, my bride. Just relax.”
My eyes start to droop immediately, but I moan in appreciation when he gently takes care of me and then comes back to hold me as I drift off into a blissful sleep.