27
Mia
The courage that got me into this moment now feels like a distant memory, fading away as I confront the reality of what just happened. A surge of vulnerability washes over me, leaving me feeling exposed and uncertain under Sebastiano”s gaze. My heart races with a rapid rhythm that echoes the intensity of my emotions while my throat grows dry with nervousness.
I can”t stay in bed with him any longer, naked and raw, with these feelings pressing down on me. Plus, I need to clean up, both physically and emotionally.
I sit up suddenly, feeling soreness between my legs that serves as a stark reminder of what just happened. Each step toward the bathroom is shaky. The ache between my legs intensifies, a constant throbbing presence that refuses to fade. I hold my breath, hoping it will help, while I struggle with the emotions threatening to overwhelm me with every beat of my racing heart.
Once the door shuts, I feel an immediate sense of relief. But that relief is short-lived when Sebastiano waltzes right in, still stark-naked.
As I reach for the towel hanging up, Sebastiano”s hand closes around my arm, firm but not enough to hurt. Heat floods my cheeks, and my heart races as I freeze, caught off guard by his touch. Instinctively, I wrap my other arm around myself, a feeble attempt to shield my breasts, though I”m not doing an excellent job at it. His eyes linger on me, the intensity sending shivers down my spine.
”You don’t get to just walk away from this,” he asserts, his tone firm but still gentle.
”And you don’t get to accuse me of cheating,” I retort, trying my best to accumulate the boldness I had earlier.
He groans, stepping closer to press his forehead against mine and moving my arm away from my breast.
“You don”t get to hide from me, plus I”ve already seen you.” His words are so low I barely hear him.
”Damn it, I”m sorry. I know I shouldn”t have said what I said, but what am I supposed to think when he”s always here with you, and you didn”t tell me you were meeting him?” Sebastiano”s voice carries a tone of frustration, his expression pained as if my actions are hurtful to him. ”And I didn’t need you to give me your virginity to prove me wrong.”
”First of all, I never lied to you, but you didn”t give me the chance to explain. And secondly, it’s not that I didn”t want to have sex before. I did, but the watchful eyes that monitored my every move, only to report it back to my father, made it difficult. Do you think I want to be the only virgin to graduate from Juilliard?”
After recounting the whole story from this afternoon–how Cameron didn’t show up and how Nico appeared out of nowhere–I offer to show him my phone messages from Cameron.
”I don”t want to see your phone, but still...”
”But nothing. It”s the first time I”ve done something I wanted to do on my own time without someone telling me what”s expected of me. I”m sorry if you regret it, but I don”t,” I say firmly.
”I don”t regret it, but you still should have told me.”
”Why? So, you could have treated me differently? Everyone always treats me differently. I wanted this, and I just wanted the real you. Besides, we”re married; it was bound to happen eventually, right?”
Our eyes lock, and his gaze intensifies. It”s becoming increasingly difficult to breathe as our eyes remain connected, and I have to look away. My heart stutters as I glance downward, only to realize he’s still very much naked and dang, he’s huge!
I bite my lip, still unsure how that thing fit inside me. Heat flushes my cheeks and neck as I quickly look up before he can notice what I”m looking at. But when I meet his gaze again, I”m met with his cocky smirk, and my eyes widen, realizing I”ve been caught.
His smirk fades as he steadies his expression to a neutral look. ”Maybe, but still...”
I cut him off because he still doesn”t get it. ”Still nothing, let me have this. I did this for me, not you, Sebastiano.”
I’m not sorry I didn”t tell him, and I won”t pretend to be. But I am a little embarrassed with how I acted.
I can’t believe I showed him my body like that, and worse, I started to…
Don”t think of that. Think of anything else, Mia.
Instead of some retort, I move out of his hold and grab a towel to wrap around myself. He walks past me toward the tub. As he turns on the water, he adds a few drops of something that smells heavenly. Citrus and vanilla swirl around me as the bathroom begins to fill with steam from the hot water.
“Sebastiano? No more Bash?” comes his cocky remark.
Ugh, this man is going to be the death of me. And here I thought my emotions were all over the place. “Bash is only for when you’re nice, and right now, you aren”t being nice.”
After running his hands in the water, he stands up and stalks towards me like I”m his prey, eating the distance in a few steps. ”Ooh, I’ll be nice, piccola ballerina. I promise.”
Somehow, I think he has other intentions when he promises to be nice. My body betrays me as I feel my juices pool between my aching legs.
“Are you sore?” he asks, cupping my very red face in both hands. Knowing he just impaled me with that monster between his legs.
“A little,” I admit hesitantly when he pulls the towel off me, scooping me up bridal style and placing me in the hot bath.
“Soak, the warm water will help relax your muscles.”
“Thank you,” I mumble as the scents of citrus and vanilla waft through the steamy air as I sink back into the hot water. The warmth instantly soothes my muscles, creating a sense of solace. Hmm, I think I can get used to this.
I gasp when I feel his fingers brush my thigh. I didn”t even realize he was kneeling beside the tub, so close to me.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Making sure the water is warm enough,” Sebastiano says before standing up and sliding into the water right behind me.
He smirks while wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me close against his firm chest. I sense something else quite hard pressing against my lower back. However, Sebastiano remains as composed as ever, taking a loofa and generously applying tangerine-scented soap. He begins to glide the loofa up my arms and chest, before making his way to my breasts. I’m about to say something, but when I turn to face him, his arm swiftly wraps around my waist once more, keeping me in place.
”Shh, let me be nice to you,” he murmurs, setting aside the loofa and using his hands to massage the yummy scented soap onto my breasts, paying particular attention to my nipples.
A wanton moan escapes my lips as both of his thumbs and forefingers tug at my hard buds. My head falls back on his shoulder, allowing him to suck on the tender flesh of my skin.
His mouth detaches from my skin with a pop. “I think my dirty girl needs to be cleaned up, don”t you, Piccolina?” His warm breath skates over my wet skin, causing my nipples to get impossibly harder.
“Mmm, Bash,” I moan as my arm snakes around his head, my fingers tugging in his chocolate locks.
My body is quivering in excitement as his hands trail down the valley between my breasts, to my thigh, right between my legs, and stopping at the one area that cries for his attention. When I feel his finger slip in between my wet pussy lips, I jolt up, biting my lip to hold in a hiss from the intrusion of my sensitive area.
He leans down, peppering my neck with kisses, as his thick finger slides in and out of me before he adds a second finger, pumping in and out. He starts slow, but he begins to go faster and faster. My orgasm starts to build in my belly, and I know I”m not going to last much longer.
The warmth of his breath grazes over my ears. ”Do you want to come, Piccolina?”
“Please,” I mumble, already on the edge of ecstasy. But instead of granting me the orgasm I so badly crave, he removes his thick digits from inside me.
I turn my head sharply in protest, but before I can utter a word, he lifts me, turning me to face him. The water from the tub sloshes over the sides, wetting the floor. My first instinct is to clean it up or throw a towel down at the very least, but that”s the last thing on Sebastiano”s mind. “Leave it,” he tells me, then pulls me into a heated kiss.
My hardened nipples graze his muscular chest when he grips the back of my head. A moan escapes my lips, inviting his tongue to explore every inch of my mouth.
Sebastiano breaks the kiss, grinning at me. ”Come on my cock, not my fingers,” he says, his voice low and husky.
I nod in agreement, excitement tingling through my body as he leans down to kiss my neck, trailing down to my collarbone. Another moan escapes me as he nips at my sensitive skin, then cups my breast, squeezing them hard before taking one in his mouth. He grinds his teeth on my nipple while his hand plays with the other. My back arches and my hands weave through his hair, holding his head in place. The ache in my legs intensifies as his cock presses against my stomach, making me crave him even more. I tighten my grip on his hair as I pull his head back from my breasts, sealing my mouth over his. Both of his hands grip my ass, positioning my pussy over his hard dick.
”You took me so well before. Do you think you can take me again?” Sebastiano”s asks, sending a shiver down my spine.
A smile spreads across my lips as I nod.
“That’s my good girl,” he praises, and he grips my waist, lifting me so that his cock lines up at my entrance.
With a slow, deliberate movement, I lower myself onto him. A gasp escapes my lips as he fills me up completely, my body instinctively tightening around his thick cock as he stretches me to accommodate his manhood. It”s a different sensation this time—full yet satisfying.
His hands stay firm on my hips, guiding me as I start to move. I begin with slow motions, feeling the warmth of the water, easing the lingering soreness. Despite the slight discomfort, pleasure surpasses any pain. With each moment that passes, I become more accustomed to his size, gaining confidence in my movements.
Before long, I”m bouncing up and down on his cock, the warm water splashing around us, heightening the sensation. Our bodies fall into a synchronized rhythm, the intensity growing with each thrust. Water splashes out of the tub as he matches my movements with a primal urgency, that leaves me breathless.
My eyes start to water slightly when a tingling sensation begins to simmer deep in my belly, slowly spreading through my body. Pleasure courses through me, and I begin to lose myself in the moment. Each thrust brings me closer to the brink of ecstasy.
Until suddenly, he stops. ”Did I say you could come yet?” he asks breathlessly.
”Please, Bash,” I beg, my desperation clear, knowing I won”t be able to hold on much longer.
“Oh, I think I could get used to hearing you beg, Piccolina,” comes his gruff response.
“Please,” I plead, my orgasm teetering on the precipice of ecstasy.
”Please, what?” he taunts. Sebastiano is well aware of the effect he has on me and is evidently relishing the moment. But I”m in no position to win this battle, so I give my husband what he wants.
”Please, Bash. Please let me come.” The man has turned me into a beggar, and the cocky grin that appears on his face after, only makes me want him more than ever.
”Come for me, Piccolina,” he grunts, and right on cue, my body obeys, surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure that crashes through me.
He moans with me as my orgasm rocks through my body. My pussy walls squeeze him tightly as I come on his cock. Waves of pleasure crash over me as he continues to thrust a few more times before his cock twitches inside me, filling me with warmth.
I feel myself unravel, collapsing on his chest, feeling completely spent. His arms snake around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I”m boneless, lying against him and relishing the feeling of his embrace. We stay like this until the water is no longer warm. I”m still on top of him when he pulls out of me. Eventually, he helps me up, lifting me into his arms and carrying me to the shower. He turns on the water, shielding me from the initial cold blast. Once the water turns hot, he moves me under and begins to gently clean every inch of my body.