Chapter 7 Giulia #3
I can feel myself flush all over under his gaze. “So are you,” I whisper, trying to remember to keep my voice pitched differently, so he doesn’t recognize it. It’s hard to remember that when I’m so aroused, when all I can think about is how much I want.
He grins, that arrogance on his face again as he joins me on the bed. “I want to taste you again,” he murmurs, and this time he leans down without preamble, hooking my legs over his shoulders as he slides down the bed and buries his face between my thighs.
I cry out the moment his tongue touches me.
I never imagined anything could feel like this.
It’s so good, almost indescribable, the heat and wetness of his tongue against my most intimate flesh, licking and tasting.
He devours me like he can’t get enough, his tongue rolling and flicking against my clit, hands tight on my hips to hold me in place.
I try to squirm, the force of him holding me down against the bed only making me wetter, and he groans as he feels it.
“Fuck, you’re soaked.” He licks me again, from the entrance to clit, and I moan helplessly. “Come for me,” he murmurs. “Fuck, I want to fuck you so bad. You’re gonna be so tight. Come for me so I can get my cock in you.”
The filthy words only heighten my arousal. I feel hot and shivery all over, on the verge of a climax, and when he presses his mouth tightly over my clit, his tongue working me fast and hard, I feel myself unraveling in the next second.
The orgasm crashes over me, and I cry out, my head falling back as I claw at the blankets.
I’ll never get used to this, never stop feeling like this is the most incredible thing in the world.
His tongue, his mouth… I grind against him, all shame gone, moaning through my release until he finally pulls back, leaning over me to reach for a condom from the nightstand.
I feel his cock brush against my inner thigh, hot and hard, and I grab his wrist before I can stop myself.
“Don’t,” I whisper. “I’m… It’s okay. I don’t have… anything. And you won’t get me pregnant.”
He looks at me, a little warily. “Are you sure?”
I nod. I don’t want to lie outright and say I’m on the pill or something, because I’m not.
But I just had my period in between the last time and this.
I’m pretty sure I can’t get pregnant so close to it.
I remember some of the girls at boarding school who snuck out to meet the boys talking about timing it.
I should be fine. And it’s only going to be once. Once won’t be enough.
I want to feel him. If this is the one and only time, I don’t want a barrier between us. I want to feel everything.
“Please,” I whisper. “I want to feel you in me.”
His gaze goes hot and dark, and I feel the shudder run through him, instinct warring with need. “Fuck,” he groans, moving back over me, his hand reaching to stroke my thigh. “I always use something…”
A jolt runs through me at the thought that I could be the only one he’s had like this.
I can’t be his first, but I could be the first of something.
“Yes,” I breathe, the word coming out needier than I mean for it to.
“Please. I want to feel your cock in me bare.” The filthy words come out before I can stop them, surprising me.
I’ve never said anything like that. Never even thought it.
“Please. You can pull out at the end if you want. I just want to feel it. It’s so hard…
hot…” My voice trips, stammering, and he groans, one hand sliding into my hair as he looks down at me.
“I can’t tell you no. Fuck, I don’t know why.
I shouldn’t do this. It’s a bad idea. But…
” He’s already reaching between us as he says it, and I feel his tip brush against me, parting my folds.
“Christ, it’s gonna feel so good. Never…
I’ve never…” He breaks off as his hips tilt forward, his tip pushing into me, and it’s so fucking thick.
I have a moment to think that maybe it was a mistake to not tell him that I’m a virgin, before he groans: “Oh fucking God, that’s so good,” and thrusts into me in one long, hard stroke that tears through the thin barrier between us and makes me let out a high-pitched cry as pain rips through my center.
He goes still instantly. “Are you alright?” His voice is thick, his body trembling with the effort of holding still. He’s all the way in, and I’m so full, it feels impossible…
“You’re so big.” My voice comes out as a squeak. “It’s so big…”
He groans, his hips shifting. “You’ve never had one this big?” A smirk tilts his lips. “You’re doing so good then, bellissima. You took it so well.”
I don’t think that’s true, but I grasp at the chance to avoid letting him know this is the first time. “Yes,” I whisper. “I’ve never been with anyone this big."
That’s technically true.
That arrogance sweeps over his face again, and he leans back on his knees, parting me with his fingers as he looks down at where we’re joined.
“You look so pretty, taking this big cock.” He pulls out a few inches and then slides back in with a thick groan.
I gasp, my hips tilting up. It still hurts, but it also feels…
good. I feel stretched and full, and with each slow thrust as he watches himself fuck me, the pleasure builds a little more.
“So fucking beautiful. Perfect fucking pussy,” he murmurs, and then he leans back over me, tugging my leg up around his hip as he leans in to kiss me.
“Perfetta coniglietta,” he murmurs, just before his lips touch mine.
The sensation of him kissing me as he thrusts, slower now to let me get used to his size, sweeps through me like a wave of heat.
I can feel the pleasure building, the soft movement of his mouth against mine taking me higher.
I part my lips, grasp his shoulders as his tongue slides into my mouth, and I feel dizzy with pleasure, with need, with the realization that this is happening, Luca is inside me, Luca is my first, Luca is fucking me right now.
Every dream I’ve ever had has come true. I never want it to end.
He groans against my mouth, his hips jerking and slowing, and I know it will, though.
His hand slides between us, his thumb finding my clit.
“This perfect, tight pussy is going to make me come,” he murmurs hoarsely.
“I’m not gonna be able to wait much longer to fill you up, bellissima.
Come on my cock. Come for me, while I fuck you the way you needed to be fucked. ”
His hips move faster as he speaks, and the pain is lost in the feeling of his mouth and fingers on me, the sound of him whispering dirty things as his cock slides in and out of me. I want more, I want this forever, and I arch against him, meeting his thrusts with my own.
He shudders sharply. “Oh Christ,” he chokes out. “Fuck, bellissima, come now. Come for me!”
Something about the order, the sharpness of it, the rough rasp of his accent, undoes me.
He presses against my clit with his thumb, rubbing upward, and I cry out against his mouth, clenching down hard around his cock as the orgasm crashes over me.
He stiffens, letting out a rough moan as his hips jerk forward, and I feel a wash of heat inside of me as his cock throbs rapidly.
“Fuck, fuck, bellissima,” he groans, hips jerking against me as he comes, his pelvis rubbing against my oversensitive clit until I feel smaller, intense waves rippling through me, my body clenching rhythmically around him.
“Fuck, I can’t fucking stop coming.” His hips jerk again, his muscles flexed, and I swear I feel a thick, hot wetness dripping from around his cock onto my thighs.
He goes still above me, trembling, his hand gripping the headboard. “Fuck, I could stay in you all fucking night,” he whispers. “I want to fuck you again. I want to keep fucking you. Fuck.”
“You can,” I whisper, and he lets out a choked laugh.
“I don’t know if I can, after that orgasm. I’ve never come so hard in my fucking life. Feeling you around me bare… fuck, that was a religious fucking experience.”
I bite my lip, my face flushing hot. I want to laugh or cry or both… or maybe just keep him right here with me, and not let him go. Luca said that about me. Luca said being with me was like a religious experience. That fucking me was that good.
He slides out of me, slowly, and I want to cry now in earnest.
This can’t be the last time. It can’t be.
He rolls onto his side, pulling me close, and he leans in, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.
“You should come back,” he murmurs. “I’ll be back tomorrow, next Friday, next Saturday, whenever they’re open.
I won’t fuck anyone else if you’re here.
” His hand slides down my abdomen, cupping me possessively between my thighs, his fingers pushing inside of me as if to keep his cum trapped there.
I gasp, arching into his touch, and he groans.
“I want to fuck you again. Say you’ll be back. ”
I should tell him I don’t know. I can’t promise anything. But instead I turn toward him, my lips grazing over his as I kiss him softly, forcing myself not to cry.
“I’ll be here,” I promise.
I hope that it’s the truth.