Chapter 7 Simeone #2
I lift her onto the bed with little effort, depositing her gently on the duvet before climbing over her.
The first kiss is gentle, coaxing, designed to lower her inhibitions like I’m setting bait on a hook.
This time she tastes like desire and toothpaste, and I revel in the mixture of sweet and spicy as I tease her tongue with my own.
Her arms wrap around my neck, her fingers threading through my hair as she arches beneath me.
There’s no space between us now—not room for distance or denials or the secrets we’ve kept from each other.
Not tonight. Not here in the lamplight while she trusts me to be her guide, her teacher, the man who will make her first time everything she’s ever dreamed of.
And God, will I.
I kiss my way down her throat, marveling at the breathless moans my attention earns. I nip and suck my way to her breasts, using my tongue to tease her nipples into hard points that have her arching into my mouth.
My exploration continues—shoulders, sides, stomach, hips, settling between her thighs with determination I hope won’t overwhelm her. As impatient as I am, she’s the only priority now, and her pleasure will be mine as surely as my own.
“Simeone,” she pants, twisting her fingers in the sheets as I kiss my way up her inner thigh, tracing every dip and curve of her body with deliberate care. “You’re torturing me.”
“That’s the point, stellina.” I nip her sensitive skin, my teeth grazing the sensitive skin above her soaked panties. “Sweet torture. Weren’t you the one who told me this was better than safe and predictable?”
Her sigh says it all—frustration, arousal, and desire. Her hips are already moving in sync with my hands and lips, an unconscious urge that tells me how much she needs more.
I’d be happy to give it to her.
She swears and hisses when I slip a finger under her panties, stroking her cleft as gently as I can manage. Her inner lips are already soaked, her clit swollen beneath my searching fingers.
“Stay still,” I command softly.
“I’m trying.” But even as she complains, her hips buck, seeking more friction. “It’s—”
“It’s heaven,” I whisper, making sure my lips brush against the lace barrier as I tease her. “And we’re going to spend all night in it.”
I can taste her through the lace now, musk and sweet spice that makes my mouth water for more. Impatience wars with the need to make this last, to savor every moment, to draw her into a well of pleasure I never plan to let her escape.
Slipping a finger beneath the lace, I find her silken entrance, teasing her soaked curls and stroking her engorged clit. She whimpers against my questing hand, still protesting the gentle ministrations that are a prelude to the things I plan to do to her tonight.
With a smile against her inner thigh, I use the two fingers already coated in her arousal to circle her entrance gently. The fit is tight, but I push past the resistance, easing into the heart of her warmth with steady determination, making her hiss through clenched teeth.
I crook my fingers the way I know she’ll like, massaging the sensitive front wall while my thumb strokes across her clit. Her entire body tenses beneath me, trembling on the knife’s edge of anticipation.
“Oh, God,” she moans. “Is this how it feels?”
“This is only the beginning,” I whisper, sliding a third finger alongside the first two, stretching her slick channel until her head falls back and her eyes roll.
“I’m dying. I’m...”
“You’re perfect.” I press soft kisses across her belly and mound, punctuating the words with gentle nips and caresses. “Relax into it, stellina. Trust your body to bring you to heights you’ve never known.”
“There’s more?”
Her desperate moan is my undoing. I push my pants down with my free hand, revealing my thick, hard length, desperate to be buried inside her. But not yet. Not until she’s dripping and pliant, melting with pleasure at my hands and mouth.
Returning to her clit, I use every skill I have to push her toward the finish line, drawing her into ecstasy like a composer stringing crescendos together.
She grinds against my palm with animal abandon, and the sight of her completely undone—my prim and proper Italiana coming apart against my hand—hums through me like victory and awe wrapped together.
When her body tightens beneath me, I keep moving—removing my hand for just long enough to strip her underwear, leaving her bare and trembling beneath my loving assault. Then my fingers are inside her once more, driving her back to the same pinnacle.
My other hand is on myself now, stroking in rhythm to the motion of her hips, bringing me closer to the edge with each frantic cry that erupts from her lips. Her orgasm rocks her, deep and earth-shattering, and the pleasure that ripples over her face is enough to drag me to the end of my tether.
“Simeone,” she pants, trying to pull away. “I need a second.”
“Too late.” My growl is rough, hungry, vibrating against her. “You’ve crossed a line there’s no coming back from.”
I take her with my mouth, sinking deep into her spiced honey that makes my senses swim. When her climax rocks through her again, her entire body shakes and shudders, thrusting against my tongue with all the grace of a drowning woman.
I can’t hold back anymore. When her pleasure crests, I move above her, finding her entrance and pushing slowly inside with a snarl against her throat.
She’s a vice around my throbbing cock, so tight I’m afraid I might hurt her.
But she’s writhing with need beneath me, muttering incoherent words that sound like curses and praises.
“Dio mio,” I groan, sliding inside her inch by agonizing inch.
“Does that mean you like it?”
The question catches me off guard, and I laugh, dropping a kiss to the sweaty valley between her breasts.
“Stellina, it means you feel incredible. The most intense thing I’ve experienced in years.
” I capture her lips with a satisfied kiss, pausing for a moment with just the tip of myself inside her.
“You’re mine now. Possessed. Consumed. Addicted.
Mine and only mine. No other man will ever touch you. You got that?”
“No,” she argues, and I suspect her defiance is still more instinct than practicality. “I belong to myself.”
“Really?” I run a hand up her arm, guiding her hand between us. She arches when I position her fingers over her clit, but I don’t let go. Instead, I guide her gentle exploration, swirling my fingertip around her sensitive nerves in rhythm to the thrusting of my cock.
“I will do whatever the fuck I want, Simeone,” she forces out between moans. “I’m a boss bitch, and I—”
Her argument breaks off as another climax takes her, rolling over her features with rapturous intensity. The convulsion of her inner walls brings me with her, the pleasure and constriction too much after watching her lose herself.
I bury myself in her, cock wrapped by her heat, and teeth on her throat, taking everything she offers and giving her everything I’ve got in return. We spiral together, clinging to the edge of the cliff, taking all the ecstasy heaven has to offer.
And then the world crashes to pieces and all that’s left is us, gripping each other with shaky hands and greedy, trembling bodies.
Pure satisfaction hums through my veins, dark and calm and absolute.
She gave herself to me tonight. Gave me her trust, her body, her vulnerability.
More than that. She gave me her innocence.
Allowed me to claim her like the predator I am, let me teach her body to submit to my desires even as her mind rebels.
But the sex isn’t enough. I want more. I want her to be only mine.
“I’m serious, stellina,” I whisper, sounding almost loving. “If you let anyone else touch you, I’ll kill them. Slowly and painfully.”
She’s too boneless with satisfaction to fight, to challenge, to do anything but sigh against me. I suppose, deep down, that’s why I did it right then—lying spent and satiated underneath me, our bodies sticky with sweat.
“Until I say otherwise, you’re mine,” I murmur, tracing my fingertips along the curve of her collarbone. “You better remember that. I’d hate to be forced to teach you a painful lesson, stellina.”
That wakes her up, the way I knew it would. With a hiss, she yanks away, lifting her chin in defiance even though her eyes are shining with apprehension and possibly fear. “And what happens if I no longer want you? Or if I want to have a taste of someone else?”
“My imagination is vast.” My finger touches her cheek. Her eyes lull for a second before snapping open again. Her mouth falls open, and she jerks her head away. I smile. “Trust me. You wouldn’t like what my imagination came up with.”
“You’re crazy.” The statement is quiet but the words ring with truth.
“Yes, I am.”
I trace the soft skin underneath her ear. She tenses. “What if I said I’m not on board with being yours, Simeone?”
“You don’t have a choice. I claim what I want, Loriana. And right now, I want you.”
She puts her hands on my chest and pushes me off her. The expression on her face is a mixture of annoyance, desire, and aversion.
“We’re done for tonight,” she huffs. “Get out.”
I watch her for a moment, just to see her squirm. Then I pull out of her and stand. Reaching down, I grab her wrist and lift her to her feet. “I won’t let a woman talk to me that way. Consider yourself lucky that it amuses me more than anything else.”
That, and I’d love nothing more than to tie her to the bed and continue fucking her in ways that she’ll never forget. Not yet, though. She’s tender and sensitive, with her first experience being quite explosive. But it will happen again soon.
Very soon.
I smirk and look her up and down, taking in her naked body again.
The sight of her curves, her perky breasts.
Already, I feel my cock swelling. For a second, I contemplate throwing her on the bed and fucking her again.
Wouldn’t take much. But for tonight, I’ll leave her alone.
After all, the best things come to those who wait.
And oh, do I intend to enjoy this new entanglement.
“Look at you. All red, swollen, and fucked out.” I trace her lips with my finger. She gasps, attempting to twist her face away, but I yank her chin back and force her to face me.
“You better not touch another man,” I warn again. “I’m a jealous kind of man.”
“Get out.” Her voice rises, and this time she means it. The corners of my mouth twitch. Her feistiness turned me on, and if she keeps it up, I’ll have to shut her up.
“I’m only leaving because I have some business to take care of,” I tell her, finally letting go of her chin. “But don’t think for a second that we’re done with this topic. Or that I wouldn’t fuck you again if I had time.”
Loriana just stares at me and shakes her head.
I lean close and kiss her, hard, on the mouth. “Remember, stellina. I’ll come always come to take what is mine.”
Then I’m striding out of her bedroom, buttoning my suit jacket on the way.
My cock is already hardening again, eager to test the limits of her innocence further. But I have a job to do, some promises to keep. So I’ll take care of those, put my playthings in order, and give her time to miss the feel of my cock.
A few more days and she’ll be begging me for the chance to experiment. And I can’t wait.
Until then, I’ll happily settle for being her midnight temptation.