13. Chapter 13
Chapter thirteen
Liria
E ttore and I had been spending all our time indoors. Despite his body being mostly healed from the gunshot wound, I couldn’t help but worry what would happen when he could venture outside. The memory of that day still haunted me, and I didn’t know what I would do if he ended up in another dangerous situation because of me.
I had also taken up sleeping in the bed every night. Ettore had proven he could keep his hands to himself, so I stopped putting the walls of pillows between us each night. The bed was much more comfortable than that terrible air mattress that was now stuffed in our linen closet.
The memory of what he said to me the first night would occasionally float into my mind. If you share a bed with me, you might. A jolt of pleasure would run straight to my core every time I thought of it. And it was impossible to get rid of.
I would never admit it to anyone, but I had never had an orgasm before. There were times before I had put my fingers down my panties, trying to reach the elusive high everyone talked about so much. It felt good, but nothing big ever happened, so I didn’t think I was doing it right.
And with Ettore’s word’s echoing through my head, I had been trying a lot more often. I would stand in the shower, fingers trying to find a pleasure I didn’t know. Instead, I was always left with an ache inside of me that begged to be filled.
I turned off the shower in another failed attempt. Instead of leaving right away, I leaned my head against the cool tiles of the shower, feeling frustrated by my lack of success. As the steam curled around me, the leftover fantasies still loitered in my mind’s eye. All I could think about was Ettore. His chiseled jaw, strong arms, and the way he looked at me with those intense brown eyes that seemed to see right through me.
“Darn it,” I said, yanking the towel off the hook and drying off.
Stupid Ettore. I shouldn’t even be thinking about him; he all but kidnapped me and forced me to be his wife. It was probably because he was the only man around, I reasoned to myself as I dried my hair.
Yes, that had to be it.
I emerged from the bathroom, a cloud of steam trailing behind me. Ettore was sitting on our sofa that was as hard as rocks, looking completely unaffected by how uncomfortable it was.
“We’ve been stuck in here for awhile,” he commented. “Do you want to get out?”
“You’re hardly in a position to go anywhere,” I responded, looking him over. Ettore didn’t have any issues walking, but if anything extraneous came up, there was no way he could handle it.
“We’re not going far. C’mon.”
He stood and grabbed the ratty blanket I had initially used when I first moved in. Then he extended his free hand to me. I hesitated, but my yearning for fresh air was too strong to ignore. I slipped my fingers into his, feeling the warmth of his palm as he guided me towards the front door.
Ettore walked us past the elevator without stopping.
“You missed it,” I said, stopping in place and tugging back on his hand.
“I didn’t miss anything.”
He walked us towards the stairwell that led up to the roof.
“You can’t get in there,” I started, my default rule-abiding nature taking over. “It’s for maintenance men only.”
“I think our situation calls for a little rule breaking, don’t you?” He gave me a smirk that made my heart flutter. “We’re about to go insane from being inside for so long.”
“We don’t have the key,” I tried again, my heartbeat quickening in both apprehension and anticipation.
Ettore simply chuckled, a rich, warm sound that made my insides flutter. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a case filled with thin pieces of metal the size of my finger. The end of each was hooked or curved in a different manner, and it took me awhile to figure out what it was.
“No, but I know how to get in.”
He had the lock picked in less than fifteen seconds. I wondered how often he had to do this in his line of work.
We ascended the stairs, my heart pounding louder with each step. When we reached the top, Ettore pushed open the heavy metal door leading onto the roof. The cool night air rushed to greet us, carrying with it the city’s hum and the distant honking of cars.
The sight of the lights twinkling against the urban backdrop made my breath hitch in my throat. It was beautiful. Towers of glass and concrete sprawled across as far as I could see, their thousand windows glowing with life. The stars were lost among the bright city lights, but the moon shone proudly above us.
Ettore led me towards a corner where two walls met, forming a cozy nook. He spread the ratty blanket on the concrete rooftop, then offered me his hand to help me sit down. His palm was warm against mine, a strange contrast to the cool air around us.
The cold air bit at my skin through my thin clothing. But before I could hug my arms around myself, Ettore’s arm was around my shoulder, pulling me into his side.
My body felt like it was on fire. It was a mix of Ettore’s warmth, excitement that he was holding me, and embarrassment that I had no idea what to do. My heart was beating at an inhuman pace, and I was sure that Ettore could hear it.
“You need to stop overthinking,” he said.
In a fluid movement, he laid me down on the blanket and rested his body over mine, propping himself up on his elbow. My breath hitched at how close we were. Our chests and torsos were unapologetically pressed against one another, and I could feel his warm breath against my skin.
“You-you’re still hurt,” I stuttered, and I was sure my face was bright red. “You shouldn’t lift yourself up like that.”
“I’ll be fine.” Ettore gazed at me intently, his thumb tracing along my jawline.
I couldn’t decide if I wanted him to pull me closer or push me away. My emotions were in turmoil, a constant battle between passion and self-preservation. It was as if I could almost feel my body physically combust at the thought of being near him, but at the same time, I couldn’t bear the thought of him being out of reach.
Ettore closed the gap between us and slotted his lips against mine, claiming my first kiss. His touch was gentle, a feather light caress that left my lips tingling with want. His hand moved from my jaw, his fingers slipping into my hair as he deepened the kiss.
My brain stuttered for a moment, unsure of what to do. Kiss back, you idiot.
I awkwardly pressed my lips against his, hoping I was doing it right. The warmth of his mouth enveloped mine, sending a jolt of electricity down my spine. Ettore’s hand tangled in my hair with a gentle yet firm grip, pulling me closer to him as if he couldn’t get enough. It was as if he was drowning and my lips were the only thing keeping him afloat.
His knee that had been propping him up accidentally grazed my center, and it was like my body had been electrified. The ache for pleasure was magnified by one hundred percent. I whimpered into his lips, wanting so much more but not knowing how to ask.
The sudden noise sparked a primal response in Ettore, igniting a fire within him that I had never seen before. He pulled back from our kiss to gaze at me, his eyes now darkened with a deep and intense desire. The way his jaw tightened and his fingers grazed my skin sent shivers down my spine. In that moment, he looked like a predator ready to pounce on its prey.
And pounce he did. With a rough growl, Ettore’s lips found mine again in a desperate, intoxicating onslaught. My legs instinctively wrapped around him, wanting him as close to me as possible. I started to grind against him, needing relief from the ache that had been plaguing me for so long.
Ettore gave a low growl in response, his hand sliding down my back to rest at the small of it, pulling me hard against him. His lips feverishly explored my neck, nipping and sucking, leaving a trail of molten desire in their wake. I squirmed beneath him, driven by need, my breathing hitched and ragged as his lips continued their scorching trail across my skin.
I felt something hard press against my core through the thin material of my pajamas. I gasped at the intimate contact, my hands flying to his hair, gripping tightly as if he was my lifeline. He groaned in response, the sound vibrating against my neck and increasing the pulsating ache between my thighs.
“Fuck,” Ettore said, ripping himself away from me. “We need to stop. You’re not ready for this yet, Liria.”
“No!” I cried, tears prickling at the corners of my eyes. “Please, it aches so badly, and I won’t be able to get rid of it.”
Ettore tilted his head. “What do you mean?”
Shoot. I was too turned on and accidentally mentioned it to him. But I was a desperate mess, and I might as well commit.
“I’ve never…” I turned my head, not able to look him in the eye.
“Came?” he said, finishing my sentence for me.
I nodded my head, still unable to meet his gaze. He reached out and lifted my chin, forcing me to look him in the eyes. I was so embarrassed that I hoped to melt into the floor at that very moment.
“I suppose I’d be a terrible husband if I left you in this state.” He pressed a chaste kiss to my lips,
“You would,” I whimpered into his lips.
He responded by taking one finger and ghosting it over my clothed core. Just his featherlight touch set off more fireworks in my body than when I had tried to do it myself.
With nimble fingers, he slid off my pajama pants and panties. The cool night breeze brushed against my bare skin, a shock of reality that I was standing before him completely exposed. My cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and desire, but as his thumb grazed over my sensitive clit, all hesitation disappeared.
“Oh!” I whined, bucking into his hand.
He chuckled, and continued to leisurely roll his thumb along my swollen bud. Pleasure continued to bloom from my lower half, causing my body to arch and pulse with each touch. My skin felt electrified, as if every nerve ending was alight with ecstasy. It was a feeling I never wanted to end.
I didn’t think it could get any better until he slipped a finger inside of me. It was strange at first - I had never tried putting mine in there before, so the feeling was foreign. But after a few pumps, I was addicted.
I was shameless. I whined and begged Ettore for more, and he gave it to me. The all-consuming pleasure starting changing shape. It started to feel weird. It was as if a great storm was gathering in my belly, the roiling waves of pleasure escalating to something far too vast and terrifying. I gasped, the sensation so overwhelming it was almost too much to bear.
“Et-Ettore, I think we should stop,” I panted, twisting my hips away from him. “It feels strange.”
He chuckled in amusement, smoothing a piece of my hair back into place. “That’s part of it, Princess. Just lean into it.”
I wanted to ask him if he was sure, but before I could, a pleasure I had never known hit me like a tidal wave. I screamed Ettore’s name as what felt like a thousand volts of electricity surged throughout my body, starting from the intimate place where his fingers were buried and spreading outwards to the ends of my limbs.
My body convulsed, hips instinctively bucking against his hand as a powerful orgasm washed over me. I could feel it everywhere - in the shuddering tremor of my legs, in the erratic pounding of my heart against my ribcage, even in the very ends of my hair which stood on end from the sheer force of what was happening to me.
Ettore watched me in awe, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction as he witnessed the aftershocks rippling through me. He kept his fingers in place, subtly prolonging my pleasure until I was sure I would burst from the sheer intensity of it all.
“Good girl,” he murmured, capturing my lips in a kiss. “You did so well.”
I didn’t even have the energy to respond; my body now felt like it was made of lead. All I could do was cling to him, burying my face into his chest as I tried to catch my breath.