5. His Virgin Lover
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A fucking virgin. Cristiano hadn’t seen that revelation coming. How the hell was this beautiful, overly kind woman still untouched? And she wanted to give that gift to him. He should have stopped her—lifted her off his lap and put space between them. He knew damn well he didn’t deserve a woman like her.
But he wasn’t so good a man as to listen to that kind of reason, either.
Cristiano tilted his head and pushed his tongue into her mouth, soaking up her taste as he crushed her to him. He had one hand buried in her thick brown hair and let the other drop to take a firm hold of her ass. Her weight shifted over him a little and she moaned into the kiss, her body melting against his. It was good that she’d told him. He wouldn’t have had the self-control to be gentle the first time he touched her if he didn’t know how important it was. Even knowing, compared to the sweetness of her on his tongue and the softness of her body in his arms, it was a struggle.
Felicity whimpered when Cristiano broke the kiss, her eyelids fluttering. Her lips were parted and swollen, her cheeks flushed, and her chest heaved as she gasped for breath.
He moved his hand to the back of her throat and stroked his thumb over her skin. “I’m going to indulge in you,” he said in something like a reverent whisper. “I’m going to claim every inch of your perfect body. Inside and out. Do you understand?”
She licked her lips. “Yes.”
He pulled her in, rocking her hips over his to drag his straining erection against her center. Her breath caught in her throat and she held him tighter. With his mouth hovering above hers, Cristiano asked, “Are you on birth control?” It seemed unlikely, if she wasn’t sexually active, but he also knew there were other reasons a woman might use some form of regular contraceptive.
Felicity leaned closer, seeking his lips. “I am.” She sucked in a breath and sat back, just a little. “I mean, I’m supposed to be. I didn’t exactly take my pill this morning.”
Cristiano chuckled and swept a hand up, beneath her shirt. Her skin was still warm and smooth beneath his palm. “Easily remedied. I’ll pick up some more of your supplies next time I go out. Won’t kill me to wear a rubber the first time.” It surprised him how intensely he didn’t want to. Raw sex was fun—most men understood that—but it was the idea of finding release inside her, of watching his seed spill out of her, that captivated him. That, and the thought that he didn’t want even such a flimsy barrier between them.
Cristiano slid his hands higher beneath her shirt, prompting her to lift her arms so he could peel it off and toss it aside. He watched her flush burn down her neck, fading away into the flawless expanse of her bronze skin tone. Her tits half spilled out of the black lace bra he’d bought for her and he groaned at the sight. He bent his head forward and started trailing kisses across her collar, over her chest, and down the valley of her breasts.
Felicity gasped and curled her arms around his neck, nails scratching at his scalp as she squirmed.
He licked and sucked at the skin, moving from one to the other as his hands skimmed up to the bra strap. He wouldn’t destroy the thing—not yet—but it had to go. He let her shake it off once it was loose and latched his mouth over the nearest nipple. From her answer earlier, she’d never even experienced proper foreplay. So before he did anything else, he was going to fix that. He was going to fucking worship her.
Felicity hadn’t been too sure what to expect when Cristiano’s attention began shifting to her chest. That guy she’d tried getting hot and heavy with in college had been real handsy, but he’d been rough and her experience hadn’t been enjoyable. She mostly thought breasts were a visual obsession that were way overhyped. She had, at least, until Cristiano showed her otherwise.
Cristiano ran his tongue over one nipple and pinched the other, making her squirm and moan. She could feel his hard length underneath her, under the layers of their pants, and she did her best to rock against it in search of friction. Cristiano growled, his mouth still attached to her boob, and the hand over her back dropped down to swat at her ass.
Felicity yelped in surprise.
Her nipple fell from his lips almost in slow-motion and he lifted his gaze up to hers. “Someone’s eager. Do I have to teach you how to sit still?”
She opened her mouth to insist he did not. That was not what came out. Instead, she said, “That depends on how you’ll teach me.”
He smirked and a fresh lick of heat washed through her. “Oh, it’ll be an in-depth lesson. But we’ll save that for later.” He made a point of taking both breasts in his hands and squeezing almost roughly, groaning deep in his throat as he did, then lifted her completely from his lap. “For now, it’s time to get you naked.”
A thrill shot through her as he set her on her feet between the bed and the window wall. This is it.
Cristiano positioned her so her back was to the bed, ran his fingers along the waistband of the jeans at her hips, and popped the button. “Take these off for me, baby, and sit down.”
She wasn’t even sure she nodded before getting to work on stripping out of her amazingly fitted designer jeans and the little lacey panties she’d slipped on underneath. If he’d wanted to see her in those, he should have been more specific. Her gaze flicked to the window wall and she had a split-second, as her pants went down, to feel self-conscious. She knew she was ridiculously high up. She knew no building was directly across from her. But technically, she was exposing herself.
Except then a shine rolled over the glass and the outside world vanished. Instead, all Felicity could see was … herself. Naked. Beside the bed. And Cristiano, with his hand at the wall, just a couple steps away. She looked over at him curiously.
He motioned to the bed, then peeled off his black T-shirt. The muscles rippling underneath would’ve knocked her off her feet even if she hadn’t been trying to sit, so Felicity didn’t fight it. It was dangerous to her heart how good he looked. He stepped closer as she braced herself to at least keep sitting upright, and as he neared, she realized his upper body bore several scars. The scars didn’t seem to match, indicating they’d come from more than one incident, and none seemed recent enough to still be sore. Somehow, irrationally, the combination only made him appear stronger.
“I want you to keep your eyes on that mirror while I’m buried between your thighs,” he said while she ogled him. “I’m going to make you feel as beautiful and fucking sexy as you are, and I want you to see what you look like when you feel that way.”
Her mouth fell open at his words. “I—” She did not normally feel either of those things. Except, recently, when he touched her. Except when he looked at her like he wanted to devour her. The way he had in the grocery store. The way he was right then, as he grabbed a pillow off the bed and dropped it to the floor at her feet.
“Spread your legs for me, baby. Let me see that virgin pussy.”
She complied instinctively.
Cristiano lowered to his knees, his hands splaying across her thighs and squeezing as he dragged in a deep breath. “I’ve never been a religious man,” he said, his voice thick, “but you look fucking divine.” He raked his gaze up her body, his hands sliding forward toward her hips, and as their eyes clashed again, he dipped one hand down and swept two fingers through her folds.
The breath rushed from her lungs on a choked cry. Why did it feel so different?
“This pretty pussy’s so nice and wet for me, too.” His fingers stretched her folds and he dropped his gaze. “Mirror, baby.”
It took her a moment to remember his meaning. During which time he’d found her clit and as her vision settled on the reflection of their bodies in the mirrored windows, he rolled his thumb across the nub. Pleasure zinged through her and she cried out. Her legs fell open a little wider.
“Such a good girl,” Cristiano murmured. Then he bowed his head and put his mouth on her pussy. The way she’d read about so many times but never experienced herself.
Felicity made a sound that was half-gasp, half-scream, her back arching as his tongue slid across her sensitive skin. Her entire body shivered with delight. Her toes curled in the air. He licked down to her opening and pushed his tongue inside her, entering her, and her eyes threatened to roll back in her head. It was all she could do to focus on the mirror again.
She hadn’t even realized he’d tucked one arm under her thigh, essentially letting her leg rest over his shoulder while he sank his fingers into her ass cheeks. His other arm was almost completely out of sight, but she could feel his hand still on her. Still touching. Her boobs were heaving over his head with her every breath. His back flexed and subtle, masculine groans began drifting to her ears beneath the lewd squelching, slurping sounds. Fresh desire poured through her, coiling in her belly, and Felicity’s gaze locked in on something unexpected.
Cristiano had a tattoo—the only one she could see—in letters large enough to read scrawled across his shoulder blades. For just a moment, she struggled to make them out through the haze of her own pleasure and the reverse perspective of the mirror, but then she put it together. The tattoo was his name. His family name. De Salvo.
Her hand sank into his barely-long-enough-to-grab hair, her breathing becoming significantly less steady. She’d never had an orgasm build like this before.
She had a De Salvo man feasting on her body like it was a gift from the heavens.
Why did that make her feel powerful? “Cri-Cris—”
He pushed two fingers into her channel and sucked her clit into his mouth. One pump, one tease of pressure, and she screamed her release as her body bucked against his face.
Cristiano lifted his head and his gaze, but did not remove his hand. He licked his lips. “You’re as delicious as you are beautiful, baby.” He pushed a third finger inside her, making her squirm again. “Just gotta stretch you out a little so you can take my cock.” He was talking to her like the lower half of his face wasn’t shiny with her orgasmic juices, and it should have been gross, but all Felicity wanted was more.
She’d never been more ready. “Pants,” she gasped. “Please don’t pop my cherry with your pants on.”
He grinned wide and leaned forward, bringing himself almost even with her. “Kiss me, and taste yourself, and then I’ll take off my pants.”
Felicity grabbed hold of his face and pressed her lips to his, sweeping her tongue into his mouth with a moan she ought to have been ashamed of. She immediately tasted the difference from their earlier kiss and that thing in her belly fluttered to life again. It also made her want to taste him, and kiss him after, too.
Cristiano groaned and pulled away. “My good girl’s got a naughty side.” He withdrew his fingers, now thoroughly coated in her essence, and plunged his hand into his own pants.
Her eyes flew wide. It wasn’t hard to see his hand moving behind the denim.
There was a heady strain in his voice when he said, “Can’t waste it.” Then he set to work stepping out of his pants altogether, and as his erection sprang free, she understood. He’d been wiping the juices gathered on his fingers off … on his dick.
Cristiano moved closer again and scooped her up, sliding her further back on the mattress. Giving himself enough room to join her as he resettled between her knees. He bent his head and started kissing her neck, licking and sucking up to her jawline. “I changed my mind about the condom,” he murmured. “I’ll pull out this time, and cover your tits in my cum. But I need to feel every fucking inch of you, baby. Do you trust me?”
Felicity curled her arms around his sides, holding him as close to her as she could. “Yes. Fuck, just grab me a Plan B if you have to while you’re out. Please, don’t leave me aching like this.” She couldn’t describe the empty, pulsing feeling at her core. She never even felt this worked up when she succumbed to her own temptation and took care of things herself. It made absolutely no sense to feel so lusty, so needy, on the heels of that amazing orgasm he’d just given her.
He vibrated in a way that might have been a chuckle, or approval, and his teeth closed briefly over her clavicle. Then he pushed to his knees and spread her legs wide. “Watch,” he said.
Her gaze was already riveted to the thick, veiny cock hovering so close to her heat she could practically feel it. So she saw as he took it in hand, stroked it once, rubbed his thumb across the tip, and canted his hips to settle into position. She kept watching, her breathing wobbly as anticipation built in her chest, as she felt him notch himself at her entrance.
“Relax, baby,” Cristiano said. “I won’t lie and say it won’t hurt for a minute. But I’m here with you. I’ll take care of you.”
She settled her breathing, her eyes drinking in the way his abdomen and thighs flexed above her, and let herself reach out to hold onto the arm he was using to brace his own weight. He slid inside, moving slow enough that she felt when he hit her body’s resistance, and then he bent over her and sealed his mouth to hers as he pushed through. Sharp pain jolted her, but he held her in place, and suddenly she was full of him. His weight was above her, anchoring her, his thick cock was seated deep inside her, and their hands were joined over her head. She didn’t even remember that happening.
Cristiano eased from the kiss, licking her lips, and stared into her eyes. “Tell me I can move, baby. As soon as you let me move, it’ll feel better.”
Felicity exhaled, wiggled her toes, and then her hips. They both groaned. “Please, Cristiano…”
He growled low and started rocking his hips, slowly working his length out of her for longer, deeper strokes. He pulled his hand from hers, tangled it in her hair, and took hold of her hip with the other as he kissed her again. This kiss was rougher, wetter, and by the time it broke he was thrusting his full length into her pussy. “Mine,” he panted against her skin as he kissed along her jaw. “Every. Fucking. Inch.” He nibbled on her earlobe and palmed her breast. “Mine.”
Felicity couldn’t speak as he laid claim to her. The pleasure was overwhelming, almost crushing, and yet she couldn’t get enough. She never wanted it to end, and yet as she felt herself racing toward the precipice, she was eager to reach it. Eager to soar above it in Cristiano’s arms. He was everywhere. His lips, his touch, his voice—it was as if he were consuming her. And she loved it.
Cristiano tugged on her hair, only enough to send pinpricks of pain into her scalp and draw her focus. “Need you to come, baby. I need to feel you come on my dick.”
She reached out and found purchase in his arms, holding on as the thing in her belly threatened to burst. He sank inside her again and it was like she was wrenched inside-out, her world set on fire and bursting apart all at once. She screamed his name as the searing bliss melted into a warm, comfy, frighteningly relaxed feeling.
Only when she sucked in a breath did she realize she was crying.
“Felicity?” Cristiano pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek, his thumb wiping at the other. “Was I too rough, baby? What’s wrong?”
She blinked, clearing her vision, and found him above her again. Her body was still warm and tingly and she could feel him, as if he were resting inside her, but he wasn’t moving. She found an easy smile. “Sorry, I— I don’t know why I’m crying.” She reached up to wipe at her face, but he batted her hand away. So she reached for his face instead. “I really don’t know why I’m crying,” she said with a sniffle. “That was … so good. Amazing. I’ve never felt so good.” She had to sniffle again, because the tears hadn’t stopped.
Cristiano exhaled and offered her a smile. “You came pretty hard. Just let the endorphins roll through.” He kissed her gently. “You were fucking beautiful, letting yourself fall into your ecstasy like that.”
She blushed, the tears finally ebbing, and her leg curled around the outside of his. “You’re still— Did you … not come?”
He choked on a laugh and wiped another tear from her cheek. “I came, right along with you.” He leaned onto a forearm and lowered his lips to her ear. “I’m just still hard, because I want you bad enough to go again.” He kissed behind her ear. “And again.”
Her heart fluttered and she swallowed. She did want that, but she wasn’t so sure she could immediately resume that intense of an activity.
Cristiano sat up, raking his gaze over her, and eased her leg off his thigh. “But not today. Your body’s gonna need some time to recover. You should take another bath, let your muscles relax.” His eyes locked back onto hers. “Tomorrow, I start testing your limits.”
Felicity licked her lips. That probably shouldn’t have excited her as much as it did. “I’m definitely going to need my pills for that.”
He grinned and slid from her body, pulling her into his arms. “I’ll head out soon and grab some things. Make me a list of what you’d like, I’ll get what I can.”
She rested her head on his shoulder, not in a hurry to move. “Do you have to leave right away?”
He rumbled, and she thought he drew a breath to answer, but then he tensed. “Damn. Probably.” He swung them around, stood, and strode to the opposite side of the bed. Only then did she hear the sound of a vibrating phone on tile. Cristiano set her gently on the bed before scooping the device up off the floor, and he met her gaze.
She gave him a tired smile, guessing at the question in his eyes. “I don’t even think I could scream right now.”
His lips twitched and he put the phone to his ear. “What can I do for you?” Then he surprised her by sitting down at her side and pulling her up against him. There wasn’t anything sexual in the embrace, he didn’t try to cop a feel or even start rubbing suggestive messages into her skin. He simply held her, not unlike the way he’d held her in his lap while they’d talked earlier.
Felicity leaned into him, accepting the moment of stillness. Until she heard the female tone coming out of Cristiano’s phone.
Her chest constricted. How could she have been such a complete, lust-stricken fool? Had she just made herself the other woman? She hadn’t even thought to ask about that, she’d just taken his blatant desire for her at face-value. I can’t believe I did something so stupid!
Cristiano’s arm tightened around her, as if he could sense her building outrage. “Of course,” he said into the phone. “I can head that way shortly. I’ll meet you there.”
Fresh tears stung her eyes, and these had nothing to do with intense pleasure. She should have screamed. She should have pushed past her raw throat and the threat of his arm around her and made whatever noise she could, but it was already too late. His call was over. And she’d heard enough to know he was leaving her side to go rejoin the woman on the other end. Whether that was the woman who should be his lover, or just another he kept on the side.
She would not be a side piece. She should never have let him touch her. All the effort she’d put into not letting her virginity go to one bastard who didn’t have the right to it, and she’d gone and thrown it at another. What was wrong with her?
“Felicity.”
She blinked, bringing her vision into focus, and found Cristiano turned toward her. The arm he’d wound around her had loosened again. So she did the only reasonable thing. She smacked his unfairly handsome asshole face, and took as much solace as she could in the fact that she appeared to have caught him off-guard. “You lying, cheating, two-timing piece—”
He clamped a hand over her mouth, cutting her off, and held her glare as he very deliberately wiped away a traitorous tear that had escaped. When she tried to rear back, he caught her by the hair and held her in place. “I never lied to you, Felicity. I won’t say I’ve never cheated on anything, but I’m not unfaithful. Which means I won’t be unfaithful to you.”
She tried to call him out on that, but his hand was still firmly clamped over her mouth.
He had the gall to look amused. “That was Iris. Dante’s fiancée. I promise I’m not sleeping with her. But she’s asking me for a favor, and considering everything else, I can’t afford to say no. So, yes, I have to get going.” Without breaking eye-contact, he eased and then removed his grip of her hair. Then he released her mouth.
Felicity dragged in a breath. She supposed it was possible his words were true, but … now she felt uncertain. She felt like she’d been an idiot.
Cristiano reached out to the side and picked up his phone, unlocked it, and turned it around. With her watching, he pulled up the phone app, which immediately displayed recent calls, and there it was.
Iris Jayne. Time stamped not two minutes prior.
Beneath that, she skimmed the names Mikey, Mother El, and Ryōma. As he pulled the phone away, she caught the name Lucia near the bottom of the displayed list.
Clearing her throat awkwardly, Felicity asked, “Who’s Lucia? And … Rioma?” She probably butchered the pronunciation of the second name, but if he wanted her trust on this, she had a right to ask.
He tossed the phone toward the foot of the bed and said, “Ree-oou-mah, it’s Japanese,” he said, pronouncing the name carefully for her. “He’s the closest thing I have to a best friend. I’ll tell you that story someday. Lucy is Romeo’s daughter. She’s seven.”
A different kind of guilt gnawed in Felicity’s chest. She wasn’t the jealous type. She didn’t want to be. She’d certainly never imagined being jealous over a seven-year-old. She dropped her gaze to her lap and her insecurities flared. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. She really was an idiot, and now all she could see were the rolls in her body fat while she sat there, still naked but no longer sweaty and feeling good. Now she felt grimy and the insides of her thighs were sticky.
Cristiano stood, turned toward the bathroom, and she heard water turn on. Seconds passed before he came out and crouched in front of her again. He tipped her head up with a finger curled under her chin, then pointed to his cheek, where she’d smacked him. “Kiss it better for me, and I’ll forgive you.”
She stared at him.
He stared back.
A stupid, awkward laugh barked out of her, and Felicity felt herself smile. “Okay.” She leaned forward, caught his jaw in her hands, and kissed his cheek.
He pulled her to her feet, aimed her at the bathroom, and swatted her butt. “I started the tub for you. Soak, you’ll feel better. I’ll be back in a couple of hours.”