19. Chapter 19
Chapter nineteen
Liria
B leary-eyed and disoriented, I awoke to find Ettore’s side of the bed empty. It was late, even by his standards. My bare feet shuffled down the hallway, guided by the soft light emanating from his office. The door was closed, but a beam of warm light spilled out from underneath, illuminating the dark hardwood floor. In my half asleep state, I didn’t bother knocking - I just opened the door.
“You’re still up?” I asked, peeking my head into Ettore’s office.
Ettore looked up from his cluttered desk, surprise flickering briefly across his face before it was replaced with a warm smile. “I am,” he admitted, his hand absent-mindedly running through his disheveled hair.
“Come to bed,” I whined, much like a small child asking for a toy. “It’s late.”
“I’ll be there soon,” Ettore promised, running a hand over a stack of papers strewn haphazardly across his desk.
I pouted, displeased by his response. “I could make you come.”
“Could you, now?” Ettore’s grin was mischievous, his eyes twinkling with amusement. He leaned back in his chair, arms folded across his chest. “I’d like to see that.”
Yanked out of my half asleep state and feeling emboldened, I walked towards Ettore. His eyes followed my movements as if I were the most enticing thing in the room. It was a heady feeling, knowing that I could pull his attention from his work so easily. I reached his desk, my fingers tracing the edge of it before landing on his thigh.
“Work hours are over, Mr. Moretti,” I said, my voice low and flirtatious.
Ettore looked at me, his expression unreadable, as my fingers traveled up his thigh, my touch light but insistent. His gaze flickered to where my hand rested, just inches from his dick.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” Ettore warned, his voice husky and thick with an undercurrent of desire.
Ignoring his warning, I climbed onto his lap, my legs straddling his hips. He didn’t stop me. Instead, he shifted back in his chair, allowing me room to settle comfortably against him. Our gazes locked, and for a moment we were both silent, caught up in the intensity of our mutual desire.
“I think I can handle it,” I whispered against his ear, my warm breath causing him to let out a moan.
I ground against him, feeling the heat of our bodies merging together. His arms snaked around my waist as if on cue, his touch firm and possessive. I felt a thrill of anticipation run through me, drawing me further into this dance of seduction.
“Is that so?” he murmured, lips curving into a seductive smile. He slid his hands down to my hips and pulled me closer against him.
“Absolutely,” I confirmed, my voice thick with lust.
“Prove it,” he challenged, the corners of his mouth twitching with an unspoken excitement. His fingers tightened around my hips in a possessive grip, his challenge hanging heavy in the air between us.
I undid each button on his shirt painfully slow until my hands made their way to the bottom. Then I placed both hands on his chest, my fingers slipping under his open shirt. I watched as his eyes darkened, a cloud of desire passing over them.
I ran my fingers up his chest, feeling the heat of his skin beneath mine. His breath hitched slightly at my touch.
“When did you learn how to become a tease?” Ettore murmured, his eyes never leaving mine.
“I had a really good teacher,” I responded, tracing the outlines of his muscles.
Ettore laughed and his hands moved up my back, fingers tracing the curve of my spine. “Is that right?” His voice was a low purr, and the heat from his body seeped into mine.
I pressed my body closer to his, outlining the breadth of his chest with my palms. “Yes,” my voice barely a whisper against his ear. My hands moved further up to cradle his face, fingers tracing the sharp lines and curves of his jaw.
“Let’s see if you’ve learned your lessons well.”
Without a word, I pressed my lips to his, catching him off guard. But Ettore was quick to recover, his hands coming up to grip my hips as he kissed me back with fervor. Our tongues tangled in a dance of their own whilst our bodies rocked together in rhythm.
I could feel Ettore’s hardness straining against the confines of his jeans. My hand snaked their way to the button on his pants, quickly undoing them. Ettore’s breath hitched as my fingers worked their way inside. I freed him from his confines, the warmth of him filling my hand. A low growl escaped his lips, his eyes flashing with raw desire as he watched me through heavy lidded eyes.
My lips brushed against his neck, teeth grazing lightly over his pulse point as my fingers stroked him slowly. He let out a groan of pleasure, his grip on my hips tightening. The sensation of him under my touch, the way his body arced towards me for more—was intoxicating. I relished in the power I had over him at this moment.
Fluid was beading at the tip, and I took my thumb and circled against the sensitive head.
“Fuck,” he moaned, drawling out the length of the word. But before I could tip him over the edge, he composed himself. “Ok, that’s it - you’ve had your fun.”
With a graceful and effortless motion, he lifted me off of him and gently placed me on top of his desk. It happened so quickly that my mind could barely register the sudden change in position. The smooth wooden surface of the desk was cool against my skin as I sat there, dazed and trying to catch my breath. The intensity of the moment hung in the air, like a charged electric current waiting to be released. My heart raced as I waited for what would come next.
He stripped me of my nightgown and panties and had me bare on his desk in the blink of an eye. His gaze roamed over my body, drinking in every exposed inch of skin as he discarded his own clothing. Ettore stepped closer, his heat radiating against me. His hands traced a path up my legs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
His mouth followed the same path, leaving a line of heated kisses up my inner thighs. I squirmed with anticipation, my back arching off the desk in response to his touch.
“Ettore,” I breathed, my voice cracking. His name was a desperate plea, a word filled with desire and ecstasy. I could see a smirk curling up his lips, triumphant at having me so undone under his touch.
His breath ghosted over my heat before he claimed me with his mouth. I gasped, my hands knotting in his hair as waves of pleasure washed over me. His tongue worked magic, delving into me and drawing out every hidden desire, sending shivers through my entire body. His hands were on my hips again, holding me down as the pleasure consumed me. I writhed beneath him, moaning his name as he lapped at my core.
“So good,” I whimpered, bucking my hips up to meet his mouth. My fingers tightened in his hair as he continued his ministrations, pushing me closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.
A tremor ran through my body, a sign that I was close to the peak. Ettore’s movements didn’t slow, his tongue swiping against me with a fervor that left me breathless. I could feel the pressure building, the primal urge to keep moving, to surrender to the sensations coursing through me.
Suddenly my back arched off the smooth surface of the desk, my fingers digging into his hair as an orgasm ripped through me. I cried out Ettore’s name, my voice echoing through the tranquil night. He didn’t stop until I came down from my high, each wave of pleasure leaving me trembling and breathless.
As my orgasm subsided, he showered me with gentle kisses on my lips. He held me close, his hands caressing me softly and soothingly.
It wasn’t long before I noticed his hardness was nestled into the space between my thighs. The two of us had done everything together, except for that. I was nervous, and a little scared, but I knew I wanted Ettore to be my first and last.
“Ettore,” I whispered, my voice filled with vulnerability and raw desire. His eyes met mine, a silent inquiry present in his gaze. He seemed to understand, as he gently brushed a stray lock of hair away from my face.
His firm hands found their way to my hips again, holding me steady as he positioned himself at my entrance.
“Fuck,” he muttered, pulling away from me.
“Did…Did I do something wrong?” I said, trying to stop my eyes from welling up with tears.
“Never,” he responded. “I’m just not going to fuck you on my office table for your first time.”
A laugh escaped my lips, an unexpected twist to the intense moment that seemed to lighten the air surrounding us. He scooped me up into his arms, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.
Our bedroom was just down the hall, but every step he took felt like a slow dance, each step building anticipation with each beat. The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of the moonlight that spilled from the window. He gently placed me in the middle of the sheets of on our king-sized bed.
He kissed me gently as he positioned himself between my legs. My hands traced over his broad shoulders, etching every muscle into my memory while I held my breath. “Ready?” he asked.
I nodded, my chest tightening with anticipation and nerves. He brushed my hair from my forehead, giving me one last comforting smile before he pushed himself into me.
I clenched onto him, the initial pain shooting through me sharper than I had anticipated. But he paused, allowing me time to adjust. His patience and care filled each silent moment until the discomfort faded. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked.
“No,” I replied, shaking my head fervently. “Please don’t.”
He needed no further invitation as he started to move again, this time at a slow, calculated rhythm that somehow mirrored the echoing beat of our twin heartbeats. His movement was nothing if not gentle, but the tenderness in his touch couldn’t quite subdue the raw passion that lay beneath it. He was a man lost to sensation, his world narrowed down to the feel of me beneath him and the heat that we shared.
“Ettore,” I called out again, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he moved. Each thrust was slow but deep, sending shivers of pleasure through me that countered the lingering pain. His name fell from my lips like a sweet song, a symphony only he could inspire.
His lips kissed the tears from the corners of my eyes, the soothing gesture accompanied by gentle words of comfort. “Breathe, angel,” he whispered, his voice husky and low. He moved a little faster inside me, each roll of his hips matched by a gasp from my lips.
Pain turned into pleasure, discomfort faded into ecstatic sensation as we found our rhythm together. Each slide of his body within mine stirred something deep inside me, a pleasure so intense it was enough to leave me panting and drenched in sweat.
With a few more measured thrusts, I could feel another orgasm building within me. It surged, hot and primal, breathed to life by his touch and his heated gaze. I clenched around him, feeling myself tighten as the pleasure went from simmering to a rolling boil in the pit of my stomach. His name fell from my lips once more as the wave of ecstasy washed over me, leaving me trembling and spent beneath him.
Ettore’s movements grew increasingly ragged, desire etched across his handsome features. His rhythm faltered as he whispered my name like a prayer, reaching his climax with a deep moan. I felt his warm ropes of come coat my insides, the feeling foreign but not unwelcome.
We laid there for what felt like hours, our bodies entangled in the soft sheets of our king-sized bed. The room was filled with an intoxicating blend of our scents, a testament to the love we had just made.
“Did I do…okay?” I asked, breaking the silence.
Ettore chuckled, and planted a kiss on my lips. “More than okay. I’m addicted and am going to be inside you every night.”
I gave him a gentle slap on the chest, letting out a small giggle. “Don’t be crude!”
But in reality, I felt the same way.