Chapter 12 Naomi
He seriously expects me to answer right now? My breath catches in my throat.
His fullness is rocking against my ass, and goodness, he is big . I can’t wait to check out his cock, to feel it in my hands, in my pussy. Will I be able to open my mouth wide enough to take him in, all of him?
A moan whimpers out of me when he moves again. I can imagine the swollen tip of his erection rubbing in between my lower lips, stroking me, parting me, diving into me as the thrust pushes me forward. The hardened nipples on my breasts graze the cold glass, and a shock runs through my whole body.
“Tell me, Naomi,” he urges, right before his lips place a kiss on my right shoulder. He’s suckling my skin, and when he closes his teeth gently on the flesh of my upper arm, my legs threaten to give out under me.
Valentino laughs softly as he flattens one hand onto my belly and presses me back into his body.
“I think we’re going to need the bed for our first time,” he murmurs.
His body dips behind me, his hand that was teasing my clit leaving me as he slips that arm under my knees and topples me into his arms to carry me to the bed.
So erotic… If I’d known having sex was like this… Then again, this is sex with Valentino Andretti. No other man could give me this particular experience.
As he deposits me on the bed, I stay propped up and reach a hand up to clasp the nape of his neck. I pull him to me for a kiss, and when he takes over, plundering my mouth once again, I let go and fall back on the plush covers, taking his body with me.
His weight sinks into me, heavy and delicious, his body warm and taut. He’s wearing a soft cotton shirt, but my sensitive nipples feel the graze as if it were the coarsest of fabric abrading them. I moan at this, a sound he drinks in as he slants his mouth over mine even more, his tongue probing, stroking.
I want to feel more, so much more, and I flutter my legs to try and rub against his body.
Valentino tears himself from the kiss and pushes my legs down with a hand.
I blink at him. His face is swathed by shadows from this angle, the moonlight bathing his back. “Don’t you want me to touch you?”
“Gattina,” he growls. “I won’t last long if you do that.”
“Oh.” I remember what this feels like—my one time with a guy? He didn’t last long, and that was no fun. Actually, it had been a big letdown, but I needed to do it, a rite of passage to lose my virginity and know what sex felt like.
It would have been different with Valentino, wouldn’t it?
“You drive me crazy with lust, Naomi.”
These words make me squirm. I can’t believe I have this effect on this big, strong, powerful man. I can see he’s at the edge of his control. His cock is straining against his pants, his biceps taut as he leans on his fists to peer down at me under him.
I always wanted to be his. Yet, hearing those words… I never did consider what being his, being with him, would actually entail. Sex, yes. His cock in my pussy, my mouth, possibly my ass, too, if he wants it. But what this will actually feel like? It’s like I’m drowning in a haze, not unlike the sensation when a panic attack grips me. My heart is racing, my vision tunneling, but in this moment, I know it’s not panic.
It's lust.
Who’d have thought the two could be so similar?
And if I drive him crazy with lust, is this what he’s also feeling like?
I want… There’s so much I want.
“Take what you want from me, Val.” I’m surprised to even hear the words coming from my mouth. It suddenly feels like I am free. I have no inhibitions. The sky’s the limit now. Seventh heaven, even.
“That’s a dangerous permission to give me, gattina.”
I can’t speak now, can’t reply to this. Because I know actions will ring louder than words.
I remember the first time I saw him with a woman in this room. How she grabbed his hair in a fistful and brought him to her to do her bidding. And right now, I reach up, thread my fingers in his glorious locks, tighten my fist in them, and push his head into the curve of my neck.
Valentino takes the cue and wastes no time to press his hot lips against my skin. His tongue licks a tendon, then his teeth close on my skin as he starts to suck not so gently. It stings and hurts a bit, but feels oh so good, too.
When I moan again, he pulls away and makes quick work of ripping off the tattered dress that still clung to my front. I’m sad to see it shredded, but there’s no time to wallow over a piece of clothing right now. I’m lost in a whirlwind of sensation. His slightly calloused hands pushing my heavy breasts together. His lips and tongue on my tender nipples. His mouth roaming over my belly, teeth nipping my skin every so often and making me yelp softly from the surge of sensation.
His tongue is running circles around my navel when one of his hands wanders lower and under the lace of my panties. I arch off the bed when his middle finger grazes my clit long and slow. I can hear him laughing as I start to squirm under his expert touch. God, I’m drenched down there, eager for him to sink into me.
His thumb is now pressing insistently on my clit, and I can feel a long finger caressing my slit to then push slowly into me. It feels so good! A second finger joins it, stretching me out, rubbing and stroking. Divine.
“Val,” I moan.
“Shh. Enjoy it,” he cajoles.
What else can I do? My hips are now coming up, rolling to the rhythm of his thick long fingers penetrating me. Suddenly, his thumb leaves my clit. I feel the loss…just as it comes back with even more pressure and forces me to explode in the strongest orgasm I’ve had to date.
I don’t know if I screamed or yelled his name. I’m lost in a whirl of sensation, soaring, flying, barely coming back down to earth.
From afar, I can feel my thighs being parted as a big body settles in between them. When I open my eyes, it’s to gaze at Valentino’s dark head as he props himself over me, his hips between my thighs, eyes on his cock as he takes it with one hand and places it against my pussy. My panties are gone.
I blink hazily. When did he get undressed? I missed that show? A whimper makes it out, and he looks up, our eyes locking.
“Ready for me, gattina?”
I can barely form a word as he rubs the swollen, wide head of his sheathed cock against my clit then down and up my wet slit. In response, I lift my hips up.
The tip of his cock slips in, and it feels amazing. He’s big—he’s going to really stretch me, and I cannot wait.
“Eyes on me, Naomi.”
The words take me back to our time on the plane, but I do as he says, losing myself in the darkened depths of his blue eyes that seem almost black in the night.
He pulls out, and I stay the whimper that wants to erupt in protest. Something tells me he would tease me relentlessly with his cock if I make a sound, so I stay quiet, just letting my hips roll to meet him again.
Time stops as he again and again pushes in then comes out, pushes in a bit farther then retreats. It’s pure torture, and he knows it. Concentration tautens his beautiful features, and then finally, he’s in all the way. I’ve never felt so full in my entire life. Even his fingers just a little while ago feel like a paltry measure of what his true girth feels like.
We stay like this for a beat, breaths heavy and harsh. He rocks into me, not moving in or out. Just rocks. I can’t suppress the moan this time; it feels so… I don’t even have words.
“Fuck,” I mutter.
Valentino chuckles. “A filthy mouth suits you.”
He has the gall to tease me right now? My turn to rock my hips against his, and I’m triumphant when his face darkens and he pushes into me so hard, I move up a little on the bed.
It seems I tipped him off the edge, because from then on, Valentino takes back control and he fucking rides me. Long and rough and hard. His cock retreats then pounds into me with more force and speed at every thrust, and before long, my head is hitting the padded headboard in rhythmic sync with his moves.
I’m keening by now, not worried I’m making garbled, unintelligible sounds as he so thoroughly fucks me. I’m so close to coming again, my breaths heavy and ragged, skin heated and over-sensitive.
I lose it when he slips his hand between our bodies and swirls his thumb against my clit before pressing hard and sending me over the edge. My cry of completion is muffled into his shoulder as he lowers his body onto me, forearms now flat on either side of me, and fucks me even harder before he, too, comes with a groan. I never thought one could feel the ripples of a man’s orgasm inside one’s body, but I can feel his, and I almost come again. I’m right there on the edge when Valentino grabs a breast hard and sucks the taut nipple into his mouth.
I come for the third time, my vision going black.
We’re both panting hard, and soon after, I feel his weight lifting off of me. He rolls onto his back next to me, exhales loudly.
“Fuck,” he mutters.
A laugh bubbles out of my throat.
“What?” he asks, turning my way.
I can feel his nose brushing my cheek—that’s how I know, since my vision is still not back to normal.
“Now I get it,” I say.
“Get what?”
I shrug. “This. Sex.”
“This wasn’t your first time, was it?”
I’d know … He leaves the words unsaid, but I can hear them. There’s concern in his tone. I’m pretty sure one doesn’t ride a virgin so hard.
“No,” I reassure him.
“Good.”
I keep expecting him to say something like he might’ve wished to be my first, but he doesn’t. Guess there’s a lot of pressure behind that, and he wouldn’t have been able to fuck me like he wanted to if that had been the case.
“It’s always like this?” I ask, then chastise myself for saying something so stupid. I’d been doing a pretty good impersonation of a sophisticated woman and not a green girl so far.
“With you, I guess it will be.”
My turn to look at him. I blink as my eyesight focuses on him and brings him into clearer definition.
“You’re saying it’s not like this every time for you?”
He stays silent for so long, I wonder if he’s going to reply to me.
“Every time is different,” he starts.
Every woman is different , I hear. I have to remember he’s very experienced in this department. Jealousy burns a fierce path inside me.
“But this…” he continues. “This was—”
“Something else?” I venture aloud, suddenly afraid of what he would say, so I jumped and put the words in his mouth.
“Yeah.”
And he leaves it at that. So, do I. At least until my cursed mouth runs off again.
“What now?” I hear myself asking. Idiot!
But Valentino chuckles, which reassures me somewhat. I wasn’t being a needy damsel now asking for a marriage agreement because this man had had his way with me. Good thing he doesn’t seem to have thought either.
“Now? Give me a moment to recover.”
He rises up to walk to the bathroom and when he promptly returns, I can tell he must have discarded the condom.
He joins me back on the bed, faces me with one arm under his head, the other hand reaches over to caress my neck. When he traces a lazy hand between my breasts and around my nipples, then over my stomach and down to my smooth mound, I pant a bit more heavily as pleasure from his touch starts to rise up inside me.
“Remember the other day, in your bedroom?”
How can I forget? My skin flushes hot all of a sudden.
“I was interrupted. Now, I plan to take my sweet time eating you out.”
Something completely absurd strikes me. “We didn’t have dessert.”
“Exactly, gattina.” His finger sinks inside my wet folds. “Exactly.”