Chapter 9
CHAPTER NINE
STEFANO
T here are so many reasons why I shouldn’t be walking into Katerina’s bedroom right now, but as she slinks elegantly towards the bed, I couldn’t give a flying fuck what they are.
She leans down and flicks on the bedside lamp before untucking her shirt and slowly unbuttoning it. An involuntary moan slips out as the silk fabric drapes open, exposing the lace cups of her bra. Her breasts rise and fall as her breathing grows heavier. I can see a thousand emotions flutter across her features, but the ones that shine out the strongest are excitement and anticipation. She bites her bottom lip and cocks her head to the side. Challenging me to follow her example.
My pulse thrums in my ears and I suddenly feel a little nervous. This woman is stunning, but she’s a hell of a lot younger than me. I quash any thoughts that threaten the mood. From the way she’s teasing her fingertips along her collarbone and down her chest, she doesn’t care about the greying hair at my temples or the lines etched on my face. She looks like she’s ready to pounce. I return her sinful smile as I toss the shirt over the chaise at the foot of her bed.
Katerina unzips her pants and lets them drop to the floor. Stepping out of them, she prowls towards me and rests her hands over mine where I’m opening my belt. “Let me unwrap my present.”
If I could speak, I would. Instead, I nod and cast my eyes to the ceiling in silent appreciation to whatever gods have conspired to have Katerina Mancini sinking to her knees before me.
I chuckle when she pulls off my socks first. Nothing quite so unsexy as a naked man in socks. My gaze returns to her as she unbuckles my belt and hooks her fingers into the waistband of my boxer briefs. Her focus shifts and her pupils blow wide when she takes in the exceptionally hard cock bobbing in front of her pouty lips.
“Well, well, well, vecchietto. Is this all for me?” she purrs. It might be because she’s saying it affectionately in Italian, or it might be because her mouth is so close to my cock I can feel the warmth of her exhales dust over my crown, either way, I don’t mind her calling me an old man. Not if I’m her old man.
I reach out and run my fingers through her hair before gripping tightly and pulling her closer. The soft lighting highlights the strands of burnished copper as they tangle in my grasp. We both let out a groan when she parts her lips wider, and the wet heat of her mouth envelops me. My body comes alive, ripples of pleasure chase themselves along my spine, and for a second I think my legs will buckle.
Holy fuck. It’s not just the sight of her on her knees before me. It’s the hum of pleasure, the flutter of her lashes, and the way she rolls her tongue along the underside of my shaft as she bobs on my dick. Just when I think I’ve got my rapidly building orgasm under control she seals her lips around the head of my cock and hollows her cheeks.
She’s magnificent.
“ Micetta , if you don’t want me to flood your throat with cum, you’re going to need to save some of your tricks for later.”
Sitting back on her knees, Katerina looks up at me with a coquettish smirk. “But I want to play with my new toy. It’s so responsive.” Her eyes brim with desire, and I bite my bottom lip as my gaze roams over her curves. From the swell of her breast to the flare of her hips, she’s exquisite. Everything I’ve ever wanted and more than I ever imagined.
She returns her attention to my straining hard-on only this time, when she swallows me down, she relaxes her throat and takes me fully. I cry out, half in frustration, half in ecstasy.
I pull her off me. “I know you’ve never liked doing as you’re told, but if you deny me the pleasure of coming inside you, there will be consequences, micetta .”
She lifts a hand and I take it, helping her to her feet. “You keep threatening me with a good time, vecchietto . ”
I don’t give her time to think, sweeping her up in my arms and carrying her to bed, laying her down like an offering on an altar. Her hair fans out over the sage green covers and glistens against them with rich mahogany hues, her strands shimmering like spun silk. I’m awed by her beauty. Wrapping my palms around her ankles, spreading her legs, I pull her towards me with a swift tug. I’m on my knees and throwing her legs over my shoulders in an instant. Her thighs quiver as I hook a finger into her panties and pull them aside. I can’t wait a second longer. Something snaps at the sight of her glistening cunt. I groan, my tongue swiping from pussy to clit.
I couldn’t tell you if it’s her moans of pleasure, her nails raking through my hair or the taste of her on my tongue, but I lose all conscious thought. Right now, I have only one purpose and that’s to make this woman come so hard she loses time.
“Stefano—”
I pull back, replacing my tongue on her clit with the pad of my thumb. “If you can still speak, I’m not doing my job.”
“Holy fuck, what are you doing to me?” she whimpers.
“Giving you what you need, micetta .” I don’t waste time on more words, lowering my mouth to feast on her, thrusting my tongue inside her pussy. She tastes like mine . Threading a hand around her thigh, I reach up, flattening my palm against her belly, pinning her firmly down. She moans as I lap at her; savouring her.
I swap, moving my mouth to her swollen clit and my fingers to gently circle her entrance. When I tease the swollen bundle of nerves with my teeth, she strains against the hold I have on her.
“Too much, it’s too much,” she cries.
Lifting my head to lock eyes with her, I slide my middle fingers into her dripping cunt and curl them, making sure to tease her G-spot as I thrust mercilessly. She shatters as I reply, “This isn’t too much, Katerina. It’s exactly what you need.”
The way she writhes under my tongue has me moaning along with her and my cock dripping pre-cum. I’d love to bury myself in her tight cunt and feel her ripping my orgasm from me, but this first one, her first orgasm at my mercy, I want to taste it. Savour it.
I keep my thrusts deep and hard, drawing out her orgasm for as long as I can. When I finally steady my hand, it takes her a few minutes to come back to herself. When she seems more lucid, I drop my head and return my attention to her clit, blowing a cool breeze over the sensitive nub, revelling in the way she rolls her hips in response.
I draw my hand back, dragging my fingers out gently and smiling as her pussy clenches around them, as if she’s objecting to the loss of them. She’ll have to wait a moment though, because I want to lick them clean.
“Eyes on me,” I grind out and the moment our gazes lock, I plunge my fingers between my lips, lapping at her cum like a feral beast. I’m not even touching her, yet her ragged breaths and groans tell me how much she’s enjoying my little show. When there’s nothing left for me to taste, I drop my hand to her thigh and slowly massage up to her apex.
“You can give me another, baby girl.” I smile when she whimpers in response, shaking her head from side to side, muttering half-hearted denials.
I dive forward, nibbling and sucking, drawing out more moans as she clamps her legs around my head and another orgasm barrels towards her. Her cum coats my tongue, showing me exactly how much I’m affecting her.
Katerina’s hips rock and her thighs quiver, but the thing that has me moaning with her is the way her pussy grips me. My fingers are buried inside her, stroking against her overstimulated G-spot, but I want to give her more so I pull back just enough to slide in a third finger.
“Fuck, yes. Oh, my god.” Her voice is laced with a delirious, frantic edge as she comes for me again.
Every flutter of her pussy has me desperate to bury myself inside her, but I wait. Torturing myself exquisitely as she slowly returns to herself. I rise to stand before leaning down to cage her between my arms, resting on my elbows so I’m close enough to feel her contented sigh against my cheek. I can’t help but preen at the effect I’ve had on her. She looks like she’s boneless, like she’s drifted into a haze of post-orgasmic bliss.
“You’re exquisite, Katerina,” I whisper as I feather slow kisses along her jaw. She mumbles and gasps with every brush of my lips against her molten skin. Pulling her into the centre of the mattress, I settle my hips between her thighs and I groan when the head of my cock nestles at her core. “This is probably a bit late to be asking, but please tell me you have condoms. ”
Her eyebrows dart upwards in what looks like surprise. “Oh shit. No.” She pauses for a moment before asking, “I take it that you don’t either?”
I’m forty-eight. I’m an experienced man. Yet at this moment, I feel like an unprepared teenager. I shake my head and then run a hand over my face, feeling slightly embarrassed at what I’m about to say. “I never carry them because, well… it’s been a long time.”
Her disappointed expression morphs to one that is a little more playful and a lot more inquisitive. “How long?”
Arching an eyebrow, I try my best to look disapproving of her gentle mocking. “Four years.”
“Four years?”
“Yes.”
“Well, isn’t that interesting,” she says, her voice light and her smile bright.
I close my eyes tight for a moment before confessing. “I haven’t so much as touched another woman since the night you kissed me at Aurora’s wedding.”
There’s an audible gasp and I push myself up, sitting back on my haunches and lowering my gaze. She follows me up and rises to her knees, but I daren’t look at her. It feels like such a strange admission. Nothing else happened between us that night, but ever since then, I’ve not been able to stand the thought of another woman’s lips on mine.
Silence hangs in the air until Katerina clears her throat. “That’s one hell of a lot of pressure to put on a girl. What if I’d been terrible in bed?”
I laugh loudly at her attempt to break the tension. “ Now I’ve tasted you, I’m ruined for anyone else, Katerina.”
“You’re going to have to stop saying the right thing all the time. Otherwise, I’m going to get used to it, and you’ll have set an unreasonable bar for yourself.”
“Fair,” I say, before leaning in and stealing a kiss from her lips. “But what it means is that I’m clean since I was last tested.”
“Funny you should say that. So am I,” she replies as she trails a path up one arm and down my chest, scratching her nails through my mostly not-grey smattering of chest hair, reminding me once again where my nickname for her came from. Every flex of her fingers sends a current of electricity burning through me. “That and I have an IUD,” she adds with a smile.
The thought of fucking her bare shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does. But it’s that which has me wrapping my arms around her and rolling her back underneath me. Has me spreading her legs and guiding my cock to her core and filling her to the hilt.
Her cry is louder than mine, but not by much. I don’t move, immobilised by the vice-like grip her eager pussy has on me.
“I’m going to need you and your impressive dick to fuck me, and fuck me hard.” I smile down at her, amused that while her words are one hundred per cent Katerina Mancini, her tone is like nothing I’ve ever heard from her before. They’re strained and broken with a hint of desperation.
She’s begging me .
Not once in her life has Katerina begged for anything. But right now, she’s begging for me to fuck her, and that triggers a primal response that will not be denied. I rock my hips before setting a punishingly slow pace. Each thrust is brutal. As my orgasm builds, our moans complement each other in a symphony of bliss. My breathing becomes ragged, and my balls tighten in anticipation.
Our gazes collide as I stare down at her caged beneath me. She’s close but I don’t want close, I want devastated. I pause and she whines in protest. Still buried inside her, I kneel back, grabbing one thigh, and straddling the other while I roll her on her side. Her expression morphs back to one of sheer pleasure when the change in position hits. With her leg held tightly against my chest, I rock my hips before thrusting and fucking her deeply enough to force the air from her lungs.
“You’re going to take what I give you, micetta ,” I say as I find her clit with my free hand. Her reaction is instantaneous, pushing her to new heights of pleasure and making her shriek in ecstasy. I can’t help but smile proudly as I say, “That’s my girl.”
I’m sure she thinks she’s using her words right now, but all that tumbles out of her is a string of incomprehensible nonsense as her orgasm peaks and she pulls me over the precipice with her. My cock pulses and I come harder than I ever have before. Glancing down, I pull out, causing my cum to cascade out, coating her pussy. The sight does something to me, and I can’t help but run my fingers through the mess I’ve made of her. She groans when I slip them inside, pushing my release back into her.
“Anyone would think you have a thing for cum play,” she teases.
“When it comes to you, there’s not much I wouldn’t try. But right now, I’m just enjoying seeing you well fucked and full.” Her eyes roll back in her head as I circle her clit with my thumb.
“You’re trying to kill me,” Katerina says softly before she’s overcome by an insistent yawn.
“I’m trying to unravel you,” I say as I lean over her, wrap my arms around her waist, and roll on to my back, pulling her with me. I settle her over my chest and in her exhaustion, she melds herself for me like a blanket. I can see that she’s struggling to keep her eyes open, so I reach for the comforter, pull it over her, and stroke back the curtain of hair that falls across her face.
She’s beginning to lose the battle with consciousness, her eyelids drooping. I run my hands down her spine and over her body in a gentle caress, memorising every dip and curve. For so long, I’ve denied myself what I’ve craved above all. Her. There’s an undeniable sense of rightness that’s settled in my chest. An intimacy, a peaceful contentedness, and it’s as if the ache and longing I’ve become so familiar with have evaporated into the ether and been replaced with hope.
I need a future where I get to experience moments like this with her. She’s a masterpiece I want to appreciate forever. Katerina mumbles a soft, contented hum against my chest that makes my heart feel full.
“Sleep now, micetta . ”
“Promise you’ll be here when I wake up?” she whispers. It’s so quiet I’m not sure if she meant for me to hear her plea.
“I’ll be here, sweetheart,” I reply. When her breathing evens out and I start to hear a purr that I’ll never describe as a snore, I say, “I’m not going anywhere. Now that I’ve got you, I’m never letting you go.”