Chapter 17
Chapter seventeen
Alina
Mauro tosses me onto the bed with ease, my body bouncing against the cloud-like mattress. Every cell in my body ignites with heat as he stands at the end, his eyes growing hungrier by the second while scanning me from head to toe.
This is it. We’re actually going to do this.
I shift nervously, my chest panting, feeling like prey that just got caught by the predator.
There’s a part of me that believes I should feel self-conscious as I lie here on full display for him, but that part is overtaken by the excitement currently coursing through my veins at the prospect of being claimed by him.
A steady pounding thrums between my legs, and I squeeze them together, trying but failing to ease the sensation within me running rampant.
With his eyes on me, his thumbs tuck into the waistband of his underwear, and he pulls them down, revealing…
Holy sweetness.
His hard cock springs forward, leaving me momentarily breathless.
There’s no way that’s fitting.
My heart pants rapidly for a very different reason than thirty seconds ago.
He leans down, his palms landing flat on both sides of me as he begins to crawl over me, surrounding my body slowly. My eyes jump to his, and sensing my panic, he stills, his eyes locked onto mine.
“I feel I should probably come clean…” My chest pants hard.
“I know I seemed pretty confident out there.” Three fruity alcoholic beverages will do that to a girl.
Or was it four? “But, see, I’m not… Well, I mean, the thing is, I haven’t done this…
” I motion between us, and his eyes widen.
“No. No. I mean, I’m not a virgin. I’ve done this, but it’s been a long time.
More like a very long time. And maybe only…
” I close my eyes, chewing on my bottom lip. “Once,” I admit softly.
Flashbacks of that pretty forgettable night with my prom date suddenly reappear before me. He had clumsy hands. He was a horrible kisser. And a grand whopping thirty seconds later, he was done. Not me. Him.
Call it cliché, but I thought losing my virginity at prom would be romantic. Boy, was I wrong. In fact, so wrong that I just never saw the point in doing it ever again.
And instead, I got my fix from all the romance novels I indulge in at a healthy pace of two to five books a week.
But as my eyes soak in the man before me, and I mean man, I’m starting to wonder if maybe I haven’t given sex a fair try.
Maybe, all this time, I’ve been missing out.
I mean, let’s not forget what this sex wizard did to me just five minutes ago with his fingers and tongue.
A shiver of pleasure runs through me at the fresh memory.
He leans forward. There’s so much concern etched across his face that I’m afraid he’s about to make us both put clothes back on and call it a night.
So, I take a steady breath and slowly say, “What I’m trying to say is, I want this.
I’m just a little nervous. And can you blame me?
” I look down at his cock still standing tall and let the corners of my lips lift.
“You’re pretty impressive.” He grins, pushing back his hair.
“But I trust you.” I lift on my elbows, brushing my lips against his.
“So, maybe…” I hesitate. Be brave, Alina.
He’s your husband, for goodness’ sake. I tilt my head down and press a kiss over a faded scar, twisting across his chest. “You should put all my book boyfriends to shame and fuck me like I’m the only woman in the world you want. Even if it’s just for tonight.”
There’s no hesitation.
No moment of pause.
Not when his lips fuse to mine, causing my head to fall back on the pillow as his tongue slips between my lips. He reaches over to the nightstand, grabbing his wallet, and my fingers wrap around his wrist.
“We don’t need a condom,” I tell him. “We can if you want to, but I’m clean…obviously.” A blush spreads over my cheeks. “And I’m on birth control. Are you…” I swallow hard. “Are you clean too?”
He nods adamantly.
“Then I… I don’t want anything between us.”
He blinks a few times, and I watch his throat work as he lowers his lips back to mine.
I melt under his touch, my body becoming pliant to his. A moan echoes in the room as his cock slides alongside my slit, rubbing against my clit. My legs hook around his thick body, his muscles feeling like stone in my grasp.
He pulls back, sliding his lips down my throat.
Sucking and licking.
Marking me as his.
Every inch of my body feels alive, thrumming with need.
“More,” I beg in an airy breath. “I want all of you, Mauro.”
He holds himself over me, looking down into my eyes.
Using his hand, he positions himself above my entrance. I take a deep breath and wait as he begins to nudge inside me.
Slowly, he enters me—inch by inch.
I bite down on my lip as he stretches me, the pressure almost too much to bear.
He stops, cupping my cheek as worry crosses his features.
I shake my head. “Don’t stop. Keep going. I can take it.”
His lips meet my forehead as he slides farther inside me. His free hand snakes between us, the pads of his fingers rubbing gentle circles over my most sensitive part. It’s just what my body needs to loosen beneath his touch, welcoming his feel. The pressure. The fullness. All of him.
“This feels…” He pulls out and then slides right back inside. “Amazing,” I breathe out as he repeats the motion.
His thrusts grow faster, hitting just the right spot over and over again, causing a deep yearning to build in my core.
He pulls my right leg up, his hand sliding behind my knee, stretching me out until my calf rests against his chest, so he can reach farther inside me.
I whimper as the pleasure builds, creating a euphoric haze I can’t escape. Not that I want to.
His fingers immediately return to my clit, and I feel every muscle in my body coil tightly while minutes pass by. The moan that I produce is unlike any sound I’ve ever made before as my fingers grip the sheets in a tight fist.
His lips brush against my ear. “Mine,” he growls, sending my heart racing beneath my rib cage.
I’m his.
My hands encircle his body, my fingers curling into his biceps, and he catches my lips in a kiss so tantalizing that every nerve in my body erupts into desperate flames.
His hands on me.
His lips on mine.
His taste overwhelming my senses.
His cock inside me, filling me, making me feel whole for the first time in my life.
It’s the perfect storm for the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced. My body arches off the bed as every surge of pleasure rolls through me like an unforgiving tidal wave, crashing against my very soul.
He continues thrusting as my body trembles beneath him, going limp as his movements become unsteady. A deep grunt escapes his lips. His warmth fills me, his ragged breathing matching my own as he buries his head in the crook of my neck.
We lie like this in comfortable silence, my hands gliding down his muscular back, memorizing every inch.
Eventually, he adjusts himself so that he’s lying beside me, his hand cupping my cheek, turning my face toward him. His brows knit together as he tries to read my face.
Are you okay?
I press my lips to his, softly, savoring his taste because who knows what happens after we leave this island.
“That was better than any sex scene I’ve ever read about,” I tell him, rolling in my bottom lip to hold in my laughter.
A broad grin takes over his face. He’s so devastatingly handsome that it causes my eyes to blur with tears I won’t let show.
“Thank you for breaking a rule for me,” I whisper, before closing my eyes and resting my head on his chest, where I spend the rest of the night wrapped in his arms, wishing we could somehow spend every night like this.
And for a few stolen hours, it almost feels like we will.