12. Isa #3
I froze. He wanted me to describe this supposed amazing sex I had with an imaginary man?
I tried to think back to all those romance books I had read before. My mind went blank.
“I… I can’t concentrate when you’re doing that ,” I said, my voice shaking as he sucked one nipple into his mouth and played with the hardened nub with his teeth.
Wetness gushed from between my legs, and there was this heavy pressure on my stomach that seemed to only increase the more he played with me. He looked up and met my eyes, but didn’t pull his mouth away.
He sucked harder, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
I tried to pull out of his grasp. I wanted to touch him so badly, but he held on.
He let go of my nipple with a pop of his mouth and smiled deviously at me.
“He did that,” I said.
For a brief moment, his face darkened, as if he hated the thought of another man touching me the same way he was. Then the darkness faded, and his confidence came back. “Yeah?”
He nipped at the side of my breast. I let out a small yelp in surprise. “Did he do that?”
I nodded without thinking, and he moved to my other breast, giving it the same treatment before making his way down my body. He pushed my legs further apart, and I could feel my breath coming out in harsh pants from the sensation. I couldn’t even imagine the sight I must be making right now.
I felt his hot breath fanning over my drenched pussy lips.
Fuck.
The first swipe of his tongue was soft.
Not soft enough not to be noticeable, but enough that I was left yearning for more.
I looked down and met his eyes. He grinned wickedly at me and winked. I felt that wink all the way down to the very center of myself, just as he leaned down and used his tongue on me once more, his movements becoming more deliberate.
Hell.
I reached my hands down and threaded my fingers through his soft hair, pulling on it. The pain seemed to spur him on because he quickened his tongue before using his mouth on me, sucking me in. I gasped, and my back bowed from the sensation.
He doubled his efforts.
“Elio!” I screamed out, involuntarily rolling my hips and seeking out more of him, more of his tongue, more of everything. He pushed up, his tongue lashing at my clit.
I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head as a shudder moved through me. My pussy throbbed, and a familiar feeling took hold. I was close.
“Please,” I whimpered out.
“Do you like it, baby? Do you like it when I play with you?”
I nodded, unable to form any more words. I fucking loved it. I didn’t want it to end.
“Please.”
I felt his fingers probe at my entrance, and my legs automatically widened to make it easier for him.
“Fuck, baby. You taste so good. I fucking knew you would be like this.”
He did?
Did that mean he had been thinking about me before this?
He shoved one thick finger inside me.
“Oh hell,” I moaned out, the sound seeming to bounce off the bedroom walls, echoing in the small space surrounding us.
He chuckled as I clenched down on him, just as he moved his finger, fucking me with it.
I ground my hips against him, wanting more of that delicious friction.
“Fuck, baby. That’s it. Do you know how fucking sexy you look like this?”
He moved down and sucked on my clit before I could say anything. My back bowed as all my focus centered on what he was doing to me.
Tears stung my eyes as he quickened the movement of his finger. It was too much. Too much. I shook my head, my grip on his hair tightening every time I felt him push back inside me.
Arousal gushed out from that, and I heard him let out a soft curse as his movements became even more brutal.
I shot off with a boom.
The feeling came unexpectedly.
One moment, I didn’t think I could take any more, and the next, it felt like I was plunging headfirst into a deep, dark abyss.
My heart felt like it was on the verge of shattering, and I thought I might have blacked out for a moment or two.
I wasn’t sure. All I knew was that by the time I became aware of my surroundings once more, Elio’s finger was no longer inside me, but his mouth was still on my clit, his tongue lapping over the swollen bundle of nerves.
I shook from the sensation as he moved his mouth down and greedily ate me out, as if he had been stuck on an island for days and I was the first meal he’d encountered.
My head fell back against the pillow, and I closed my eyes.
He took my drenched lips between his teeth, gently nibbling on them. My muscles convulsed as he let go and started to kiss his way up until he reached my mouth.
He pressed a hard kiss against my lips as he settled between my legs. I whimpered when I felt something hard brush up against my inner thigh. I wasn’t na?ve enough to not know what that was.
He reached over to one of the drawers from the bedside table, pulling out a pack of condoms. I tried not to think about why he had those there.
I might have been lying about my past sexual experience, but Elio didn’t need to say anything for me to know he was experienced. It also didn’t help that I had seen him leave a party with another woman before.
I quickly shook away the thought.
He had a past.
I knew that and accepted it.
There was no reason for me to dwell on it.
But he must have caught the expression on my face because he cupped my cheek and waited until I was looking up at him.
“I’ve never brought a woman back to my place before.”
I blinked in surprise. “Really?”
He smiled. “Really. I don’t want other people in my space.”
“But you brought me here.” Twice now. Of course, that first night, he didn’t have a choice, but tonight…
“I know.”
He kissed me again, leaving me yearning for more.
He pulled away much too soon. I let out a small protest, and he cupped my breast, pinching my nipple and playing with it.
“Be good,” he said, plucking at my nipple a few times before letting go of me and reaching down between us, fumbling with his clothes.
He sat up and took off his shirt. I could only lie there and greedily drink in the sight of all the bare skin he had on display.
He was so beautiful, with detailed tattoos that drew my attention.
He didn’t have many—not as many as Valentino—but they were breathtaking.
From the vertical blade pointing down through two snakes that symbolized the De Luca Famiglia on his chest, to the burning compass on the left side of his ribs, and finally, the skull surrounded by what looked like fog and smoke on his right bicep.
Every hard plane of muscle was fully out for me to see.
He was huge and hard and scarred. My hands reached out and touched a vertical scar that was about five or six inches long on the right side of his ribs.
This wasn’t just a normal scar. Someone tried to kill him.
My bottom lip trembled at the sight, and he grabbed my hand, moving it away and up to his chest.
“It was a long time ago,” he said.
“What happened?”
It wouldn’t change anything if I knew what happened, and I was sure someone trying to kill him was just a normal part of his life, but that didn’t make it easier to swallow.
What would I do if something were to happen to Elio?
A strange look crossed his face. I was about to say that he didn’t need to tell me when he spoke. “My father.”
I blinked, unsure if I had heard him right. His father…
And I thought my father was bad. But at least he had never tried to stab me. Of course, that would have left a pretty noticeable scar, so that was probably what stopped him, but still.
Tears sprang to my eyes.
He lay his body on top of mine once more, not heavy enough to be suffocating, but enough that I could feel his solid form on top of me, grounding me.
“Don’t cry,” he said. “I don’t even feel it anymore.”
He could say that all he wanted, but I knew from firsthand experience that the hurt you received from the one person who was supposed to love and protect you could leave more scars than just physical ones.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down until we were kissing again. I poured everything I felt for him into that kiss, hoping he could hear what I was too afraid to put into words.
I love you.
I had loved him since I knew what love was, and even as I tried to tell myself to let go of that feeling, that I would be better off if I did, it just wasn’t possible.
He kissed me back, his lips moving over mine in a desperate urgency that I didn’t think could exist until him.
He pulled away first, looking straight into my eyes, searching for an answer only I could give.
I nodded my consent.
He reached between us and tugged off his boxer briefs, pushing them down his legs.
I gasped silently when I felt his hard cock on my skin, a strange sensation taking hold from deep inside my belly and further down.
The sensation only increased when he sat up, and I could clearly see him for the first time.
My mouth opened, but nothing came out.
He was beautiful.
And big.
I shook my head. I knew enough to know that he would fit, but…
How would he fit?
“No way. That thing is not going to fit inside me,” I said.
Elio didn’t say anything for a beat before he threw his head back and laughed. And for a moment, I forgot about my worry and just watched him.
He was beautiful.
Like a sculpted Greek god. I could spend the rest of my life just looking at him.
His laughter faded slowly as he looked at me. Something moved through his eyes that I had never seen in him before. Something dark and soft all at once. “Don’t worry, baby,” he said, still grinning as he tore open the condom wrapper with his teeth. “I’ll take care of you.”
My breath caught.
I trusted him. I felt my muscles relaxing as the confidence in his voice sent another wave of heat through me.
A fierce pounding started to thrum at the very center of my pussy, and I couldn’t stop staring.
He rolled the condom down his length with practiced ease, and I felt my cheeks burn from the move. God, but why was that so hot?