Chapter Four #2
We both groan at the contact, her arms circling my shoulders as I kiss her, tasting the sweetness on her tongue. Fuck, it’s enough to drive any sane man into madness. The taste of her lips and the little noises she makes as my tongue finds her only make my cock harder.
“You’re right,” she pants when we break apart. “They don’t teach you this in med school. Not how it’s supposed to feel anyway.”
“Then consider this lesson on me,” I rasp, meaning it in the most literal way.
Those pretty blue eyes light up with surprise when I clasp her waist and push her up until she’s standing on the couch, straddling my face.
I dip my head beneath her skirt, groaning at the scent of her, so sweet and so fucking intoxicating.
I’ve thought about this for a fucking month.
I couldn’t stop thinking about it after I saw her at Matteo’s wedding, and when we danced together, I could only think of tasting her lips and her tits and burying my face under that blue dress she wore that evening.
I thought about it last night too, and now, it’s all I can fucking think about.
“Hold on tight, mia stellina, I’m about to give my first lesson. ”
I lean my head in and tease her folds with my tongue, feeling her jerk against me. Her sweet and tangy flavors explode on my tongue, and I growl, gripping her hips before burying my face between her thighs. I slide my tongue through the slit of her pussy, stopping to tease her clit with the tip.
“Antonio, oh God!” she cries out, her pussy flexing around my tongue as moisture slicks my chin, building my appetite considerably.
My cock throbs fiercely in my sweatpants as I suck lightly on her swollen clit, batting it with light strokes and making her writhe over me.
I worship the little bud, groaning as her pussy gets wetter and her pleasured cries grow louder, echoing in the library.
“Antonio…please. Oh God, yes…” she sobs, rolling her hips faster over my face, painting my nose, jaw, and chin with her juices until I can see and smell nothing but heaven. “Feels so good, don’t stop. Please don’t stop!”
"That's right, dottoressa,” I growl, dragging my tongue from her clit to her entrance and lapping at her flesh like a starved animal, feral with the need to possess. “Take everything!”
I’m fucking dizzy with need as I bring my fingers back to her slit, circling her entrance and gathering moisture onto my middle finger before nudging it inside of her.
She clenches tightly around my finger, damn near sending me to the edge.
I manage to hold back. She whimpers when I push into her, stretching her as I plunge my finger in and out of her between feral licks, groaning as her juices slick down my hand.
She's so fucking tight.
Perfetta.
Her thighs begin to tremble, her cries growing louder as she rubs her wet pussy against my hungry mouth.
Her fingers sink into my hair and pull hard, tugging my face deeper into her wet heat.
Loud gasps echo through the room, and her movements grow fevered seconds before an orgasm hits her like a tsunami.
She gives a throaty sob, her thighs trembling violently as her pussy quivers over my tongue and tightens around my finger.
She’s beautiful as she comes apart, and hell, I can’t get over the taste of her as I sink deeper into her pussy, savoring everything her body has to give.
I slide my hand to her back to hold her as she shudders, pulling back and letting her lower onto my lap. I lick my lips as I drink in her flushed face and those dazed eyes, so pretty. So perfect.
Mine.
My dick is hard as rock, aching with need to be inside of her.
I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I do Emilia Conti, and I am no stranger to women. I've been with women before, but never dated anyone. A playboy in my own right, I never felt the need for a relationship, and perhaps that’s why my feelings for this woman terrify and confuse the hell out of me.
And still, I want her.
To be around her, inside her…with her.
I even want the things I know I cannot have, but that doesn’t stop me anyway.
“You were right,” she pants, and I bite down a groan when she rolls her hips over my erection. "Med school teaches us about human sexuality from a biological and psychological perspective, but not on how it’s supposed to feel. Not in so many details anyway."
“Are you asking me to teach you more?” I rasp, sliding my hand up her waist and tugging at her top. “This class will run for as long as you want it to.”
I tug her sweater over her shoulders and Jesus Christ, she’s naked underneath. I toss the sweater away, my eyes on her luscious breasts, the soft pink of her nipples. Untouched. Young and so fucking sweet.
“But you should stop me, Emilia, before I take everything. Fuck baby, I want to bury my cock into your tight little pussy, claim you, and fill you with my cum so…stop me,” I groan, my cock jutting in my sweatpants and begging for release, the hot press of her drenched center only working to drive me insane. “I want everything.”
“You said you’d teach me what they couldn’t,” she whispers, her fingers sliding to my nape. I’m an animal on a leash as she pulls my head closer to those pebbled nipples. “Show me, Antonio, please.”
How could I resist that?
"Fuck!" I growl as I dip my head to her chest, groaning as I take a tight peak between my lips, rolling my tongue around the bud and hearing her sharp intake of breath.
I suck lightly on her sensitive flesh, making her whine and writhe over me, rocking her pussy against my cock and driving me nearly to the brink.
I push back to kiss the valley soft flesh between her breasts before moving to give the other nipple the same treatment, groaning at the heady taste of her, the sweet scent of her.
"Touch me, Emilia. I need your hands on my cock.”
“Yes,” she whimpers, reaching between us and tugging at my drawstrings.
I groan into her supple breast when her fingers curl around my cock and take me out, using both hands to stroke me.
I expect her to stroke me like she did last night, but she lifts her hips and angles herself over my cock, her eyes locking with mine as I slowly understand what she’s trying to do.
“Emilia,” I choke out, pushing through the haze of need crowding my head as I look into the eyes of the beautiful woman whom I don’t deserve. I know I should stop, but I don’t think I can. She must see something in my eyes because she nods.
“I want this,” she whispers. I bite down a groan when she rubs my cock over her slit. Fucking hell. “I may not be experienced, but I know about sex.”
“Baby—”
My eyes damn near roll back when she presses my cock to her wet entrance and slowly sinks onto my shaft.
I have never wanted anyone more in my life.
And it's for that reason that I want to be careful with her, but Christ, where do I begin when she feels so fucking good?
When her heat surrounding me is the best fucking feeling I have ever had in my entire life?
“Oh God,” she whimpers as her pussy opens to envelop my swollen cock, inch by inch as I sink into her. “You’re so big, Antonio. It’s…too much.”
And then I feel it—resistance. Her body fighting the intrusion despite how wet she is, despite how much she wants this.
She sucks in a sharp breath and goes still, her fingers digging into my shoulders hard enough to leave marks.
A small, pained sound escapes her lips, and reality crashes through the fog of lust.
She's a virgin. This is her first time, and I'm hurting her.
“Emilia.” I force myself to stop, every muscle in my body screaming in protest. My hands find her hips, holding her steady. “Baby, look at me.”
Her eyes flutter open, and I see the discomfort there, mixed with determination. She's biting her lip so hard I'm afraid she'll draw blood.
“We can stop,” I manage, even though the words feel like glass in my throat. “We don't have to—”
“No.” She shakes her head, her voice breathy but firm. “I want this. I want you. Just...give me a moment.”
I cup her face in my hands, forcing myself to breathe through the agonizing need to move.
I watch her consciously relax her body, her breathing evening out.
I stroke my thumbs across her cheekbones, pressing soft kisses to her forehead, her nose, the corners of her mouth—anything to distract her from the discomfort, to remind her that this is more than just physical.
After a moment that feels like an eternity, she shifts experimentally, sinking down another inch. She winces, and I grit my teeth against the urge to thrust up into her.
"You're doing so well," I murmur against her lips. "So fucking perfect."
"It's…it's getting better," she breathes, and when she rolls her hips tentatively, the pain in her expression starts to fade, replaced by something else. Something heated. "Oh... oh."
"That's it, baby." I slide my hands to her waist, guiding her into a slow rhythm. "Just like that."
I cup her cheeks and dip my mouth to kiss her, letting her taste her arousal on my tongue and the hunger I feel for her.
I bring my hand to her tits, sliding my thumb over her nipples until she starts moaning, rocking her hips over mine as my sinks deeper into her.
“You’re perfect. The most beautiful woman I have ever met,” I rasp between kisses.
“Every inch of you is flawless, mia stellina. You could drive a man to his knees. You drive me to mine!”
She rocks forward, crying out as she seas herself fully on my thighs. As I fill her, stretch her to completion, she's squeezing my cock, tight around me like a vise.
“Oh God,” she cries out, dropping her head to my shoulder. I wrap my arms around her and hold her tightly to me, ignoring the ache in my balls begging for me to rock into her and take her. Make her mine.