Chapter 12 DAN #2
If my dick wasn’t fully awake, he is now, as if he heard the words and sprang into action like a soldier saluting its superior.
Rosetta Conti is not some random girl to take to bed on the first night. I’ve taken my time with her. Been on my best behaviour, treated her like a gentleman should. She’s royalty in the Italian crime circles, and if anyone knew my real identity, my brother would be left to avenge our mother alone.
My thumb strokes in small circular motions over the side of her breast.
Her body shivers against mine, but there’s no breeze in this secluded part of the lake, tucked away between dense foliage.
My thumb catches her pebbled nipple under her dress. “Is this where you want me to touch you?”
She gulps again, the air thick between us as we both take heavy breaths. “Down there.” She hides her face again and mumbles against my shirt. “I want you to be my first.”
My heart pumps wildly against my ribs, sending all the blood to my growing dick.
I glide my hand over her generous hip and stretch over her thigh until my fingers find the hem of her dress.
With my fingertips, I walk over her bare skin, navigating every dimple as I climb under the cotton material.
“Here?” I stroke a finger over her cotton knickers that disappear to a V between her thick thighs clenched together.
Her head nods against my chest.
“Use your words, fiore mio.” I stroke the cotton material, and lift my head slightly, searching for the picnic blanket in the boat.
“Yes. Touch me there.” Both hands fist my shirt as she quivers at the side of me. “Please, Dan.”
Before I let myself get carried away, I lift myself and reach for the picnic blanket and place it over her, hiding her legs and waist. Then I return to my previous position, lying next to her in the rowing boat.
She lifts her head and rests it on my biceps as I slide my arm underneath her.
The way she gazes up at me, biting into her bottom lip, waiting for me to touch her, has me leaking from the tip, but this isn’t about me.
This is about giving her an experience she can remember and hold on to while she waits for me to come home to her.
“Relax,” I whisper as I hook a finger into her knickers and stroke the soft hair there before reaching lower. “Open your legs a little.”
She whimpers and hooks a leg over mine, allowing me to slip my hand farther between her thighs.
Cupping her plump little pussy has my stomach tightening and my balls aching. The heat from my body is that of an inferno, but I keep a cool exterior, concentrating on her pleasure.
“Eyes on me.” I kiss her flushed cheek, then her lips, before gazing back into her eyes full of wonder. My finger runs along her virgin seam and slips into her heat with ease. “Fuck. You’re soaked,” I whisper with my lips against hers.
“Oh. I’m sorry.” She fists my shirt again and hides her face against my chest.
My shoulders shake with a silent laugh. I can’t help but chuckle at how adorable she is.
Her thighs clench around my hand, her body tensing as her palms cover her face.
“Never apologise to me for being turned on.” I slide my fingers through her folds and around her little bundle of nerves. “Look at me.”
She looks up with tears pooling in the corner of eyes. “I’ve never done this before. Should I have shaved?”
“No. You’re perfect, just as you are.”
“But you laughed.”
“I shouldn’t have laughed, but it was only because you’re so fucking adorable, embarrassed at your own arousal, and I’m here making a fucking mess in my trousers.”
Her eyes widen. “You are?”
“Yeah, unzip me and see for yourself. If anyone should be embarrassed, it’s me. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve jerked myself off thinking about you.” I dip my head and claim her lips.
Her mouth is as soft and warm as her silky pussy walls. She slips a hand into my trousers and wraps her smooth palm around me. The sensation makes my eyelids flicker closed. I’ve been in the army so long, I’d forgot what a woman felt like.
“Dan,” she says with a breathy whisper against my lips, her thighs trembling around my hand. “What’s happening?” She squeezes her eyes shut as I flick the pad of my thumb over her swollen bud, my fingers crooked inside her dripping pussy.
“Open your eyes. Look at me.” I gaze into her blue irises as bright and clear as the sky. “Have you never made yourself come before?”
Her head shakes from side to side. She gulps, her shoulders curling inwards as if recoiling in embarrassment, but my chest fills with pride that I’ll be able to give her this and be the first person to make her feel good. Trouble is, I want to be her last too.
“Don’t worry, just let it come and wash over you. Don’t fight it.” I press my lips to hers in a reassuring kiss as I work a second finger into her. “Damn, I want to taste you so bad.”
She kisses me back. “You can taste me.”
“I don’t mean your mouth.” My lips curve against hers and I whisper in her ear. “I mean your figa.”
She inhales a sharp breath. Her pussy walls grip my fingers, and I love how her body responds to me. Her hand falls loosely around my shaft as if she’s overcome with her own pleasure.
Rubbing the spot inside her that drives most women wild, I circle her clit with my thumb, wanting to make her come. “Would you like that, fiore mio?”
“Yes,” she says on an exhale, her cheeks flushed red, hips grinding against my hand under the blanket.
I continue to talk dirty in her ear, “My tongue inside you, my lips wrapped around your sensitive bud, French kissing your delicious figa.”
“Oh, Dan. I can’t breathe.” Her body tenses, her mouth forms an O, her eyes lock on mine, wide and glittering as if her cells are bursting and shattering into a million pieces.
A gush of warmth coats my fingers, her walls squeezing around them. My dick throbs and I almost come, knowing when I get inside this woman she’s gonna feel like heaven around my cock, but right now this isn’t about me getting my kicks. It’s about her and making her first time memorable.
“There, there.” I stop my movements, but keep my fingers inside her, feeling the small pulses from her body. “How did that feel?”
She whimpers as she catches her breath. “What was that?”
A chuckle shakes my chest. “Baby, that was your first orgasm.”
“It felt incredible.” She bites her lip, and her hand strokes my dick. “Can we do it again?”
I grip her wrist, pulling her hand away from my erection with a groan.
“I’m about five seconds away from ripping your clothes off, eating your pussy and claiming you right here in this boat, so the whole of Rome knows you’re mine.
” When I lift my head, a few other boats are rowing towards us. I won’t ruin her reputation.
I tuck myself away and make sure her dress is covering her thighs before I throw the picnic blanket from her legs.
“Tonight?” Rose sits up in the boat and fixes her hair.
I nod, knowing there’s no way I can just leave now without having her. “Tonight.”