12. Isa #2
I let out a small whimper when he pushed me back until I was lying down on the bed.
We broke away from the kiss, neither of us saying anything as we locked eyes.
He hovered over me, bracing his weight on his arms. I spread my legs out and let him settle between them. He pushed down until I could feel him.
The skin on my stomach tightened from the sensation, and I could feel my limbs trembling.
I licked my lips, my hands moving up, reaching for him. I cupped his cheek, letting my palm take in the rough feel of his stubble there. For a moment, it felt like time had taken a deep breath and held it there for us. Then he turned his face to the side and kissed my palm.
I gasped as he leaned down and kissed me again.
My eyes closed on their own as I kissed him back, sighing into his lips. I could spend a lifetime kissing him.
His hips moved, causing me to convulse.
I moaned against his lips, and he did it again. And again. The shakes got more prominent.
What was he doing to me?
His hand moved down my body then, from my shoulder down to my breast, where he cupped the supple globe into his large palm, squeezing gently, playing with it until all I could focus on, all I could think about, was him, his body, his touch, and what he was doing to me.
He pulled away from the kiss first to look at me.
“Tell me,” he said.
My brows pulled together slightly from his command. Tell him what?
“Tell me this is your first time. Tell me to leave you alone. Tell me I have no business touching you like this.”
My frown smoothed. “No.”
“Isa.”
“Find out,” I dared him.
He paused. I watched as the fire in his eyes grew until it became blazing, and I couldn’t fucking get enough of that.
His hand left my breast, moving up to grab a fistful of my hair and pulling on it painfully.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, baby.”
“And who is at risk of being in danger here? You or me?” I asked, baring teeth. I didn’t know where I had gotten my confidence from. I hoped it would stay with me to the end because there had never been anything I wanted more than to push Elio over the edge. To feel him.
To feel all of him.
He slammed his lips against mine once more.
This kiss was much, much different from any other kiss we had shared. It was brutal and honest. There was no hesitancy in his movements.
And I was eating it right up.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back just as brutally. I didn’t want it to end, even if that was what happened a few moments later.
I let out a slight sound of protest, which was quickly cut off when I felt his lips on my neck.
Goose bumps broke out when I felt his teeth on my neck before he sucked the sensitive skin into his mouth. I closed my eyes briefly, wondering if he might leave his mark for the world to see, and just not caring if he did.
How badly I wanted Elio to mark me.
To make me his in every irrevocable way possible.
There was no going back from this.
He kissed his way down my body, his hands moving over to the hem of my shirt—his shirt—before lifting it up and off me.
He pulled back and took me in. I resisted the urge to cover myself, wondering if he liked what he saw.
I had never been naked in front of a man before. Obviously.
And there was just something vulnerable, nerve-wracking, and beautiful about it.
He licked his lips, his fingers moving over to one of my nipples, playing with it until it hardened.
“Elio,” I gasped out when he clamped it down between his thumb and forefinger.
“Fuck, but look at you. Look at how beautiful you are.”
“I am?” I asked in a breathless moan.
“You are,” he confirmed. “So fucking beautiful.”
His words were said almost in awe. I had been called beautiful before, mostly from Valentino, but he was my brother. I knew I was decent-looking enough, but I never thought I would be the kind of beautiful that would be enough for Elio.
But now, with him looking at me like this?
I believed him.
I smiled shyly.
“What is this?” he said, a small tilt curving up on one corner of his lips. “Don’t tell me you’re getting shy on me. What happened to my brave girl?”
It was all pretense. My bravery was nothing more than a pretense built upon years of frustration over this unrequited love I had for a man who was as unattainable for me as the stars in the sky.
I didn’t say that, though.
I didn’t say anything at all.
It didn’t matter because Elio’s hands were already moving down to the waistband of the boxer briefs I wore.
I held my breath when I felt him hook his thumbs beneath the fabric. He looked up at me, and I nodded my consent.
He pulled the flimsy fabric down, leaving me bare to his gaze for the first time.
A heavy sensation formed in my center, making it hard to breathe.
I tried to close my legs, but his body was in the way. He pressed his palms on my inner thighs and pushed them apart, until I was spread even further for him to see.
“Fuck, baby. But you have the prettiest little pussy I have ever seen.”
I swallowed.
I had never thought I would hear those words coming out of his mouth.
He ran the backs of his fingers teasingly up and down my lips, moving from my clit toward my entrance and back to my clit once more. The friction wasn’t enough to make me come. All it accomplished was making me feel even more frustrated than I already was.
“Elio, please,” I said, pushing my hips up toward his touch. “Don’t toy with me.”
“Do you know what it does to me to hear you beg?”
I would beg even more if he would just add a little pressure.
He moved away from my clit. I let out a groan, and he smirked at me, just as his fingers shifted through the drenched lips.
“Fuck, but you’re so wet for me, aren’t you?”
I grind my hips, seeking more and more of that delicious friction.
Smack!
I blinked in surprise. It took me a second to process what just happened. Did he…
“Did you just slap my-my…”
“Go on, baby. You can say it. Your greedy little pussy .”
I sucked in a sharp breath. Yeah, I wasn’t going to say it like that.
His smile widened as he slapped me again.
I let out a small whimper from both the pain and something else.
Fuck me.
“Look at this,” he said, pressing his fingers down on me… so close to the entrance, yet he didn’t push in. I wished he would. “Look at how wet you are for me. Do you like it when I make it hurt?”
I bit my lip and shook my head, only I didn’t know what I was saying no to.
Elio’s eyes darkened. He cupped me fully with his hand, the warmth spreading from my center and outward. I closed my eyes briefly from the sensation. How could this feel so good?
So good.
And he hadn’t done anything. Not really. Not yet.
My stomach dipped as I took in a deep breath, and another one, and another, trying to get as much air into my lungs as I could, but it didn’t feel possible.
“Please, Elio. Don’t tease me like this.”
His eyes danced. “But you’re so much fun to tease.”
I pouted, and he started to rub his hand over my… over my pussy.
“Fuck,” I gritted out.
He rubbed harder, his movements quickening, going faster and faster until all I could focus on was his hand.
A loud moan escaped my lips before I could stop it.
“Elio!”
“That’s right, baby. Say my name. Look at me. Focus on me. Know that it’s me doing this to you. Just me.”
It couldn’t be anyone else.
It had always been him.
Just him.
He pulled away from me suddenly. I cried out in protest, but he was already lying back on top of me, his weight a comforting presence that I wanted to steal for myself.
Surely, if Elio was here like this with me, no one could ever hurt me.
Not again.
I would be safe.
I wrapped my arms around him, attaching myself to him. I didn’t care if that made me seem clingy. I just needed him.
He ran the tip of his nose along my jawline, and I closed my eyes at the sensation.
“This man who took your virginity,” he said, his voice light. “Did he ever eat your pussy?”
My eyes burst open at his words. “W-What?”
Amusement deepened in those honey-brown eyes of his. “Baby. Did he eat your pussy? Did he make you come until you couldn’t think straight? Did he shove his fingers into your tight little pussy and fuck you with them until you couldn’t take it anymore and begged him to stop?”
“I…”
I was speechless. Who talked like this? And how did he expect me to answer him? I didn’t know what to say. My mouth gaped open before I closed it and looked at him, dumbfounded.
“Are you at a loss for words, sweetheart?”
He moved his lips down my body, pressing a kiss on the top of one breast, then the other, making it hard for me to concentrate on anything.
“Elio,” I gasped out.
“Answer me, Isa,” he said, his voice a sweet, seductive whisper. The amusement deepened in his eyes.
He didn’t believe me.
I was lying, of course. There was no other man. Not with my restrictive childhood and being the daughter of a traditionalist made man who somehow placed more value on my virginity than he ever had on me as his daughter.
But I was still offended that Elio didn’t believe me.
“Yes,” I said, trying to sound as confident as I could muster. Or, at least, as confident as I could with him moving his lips down to my nipples and leaving light, almost airy kisses on them that had them standing at attention, as if begging him for more.
I clenched my fists at my sides to keep from touching him, which was pointless mere seconds later when he gathered my wrists in one hand and held them above my head.
I flexed my muscles, but he only tightened his grip on me, making it impossible to escape, and leaving me feeling vulnerable and open.
I should be scared of this feeling, but I wasn’t. Not with him.
He leaned down and licked my nipple with the flat of his tongue.
I let out a loud moan that I was sure would embarrass me later.
“Yes?” he asked, smirking a little. I wanted to both kiss and slap him. “What did he do? And baby, I need you to use your words.”