Chapter 7 #4
‘Sandro, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?’ I cup his face and stare into his eyes. ‘I’m so, so sorry!’ I can hear the panic in my voice. I can’t believe I let that happen. That I wasn’t thinking about him at all. Only about myself and my pleasure. And my power over him.
But, instead of looking relieved or angry, he flips me over so I’m now on my back and kneels over me, shaking his head and kissing my cheeks, my forehead, my mouth, to calm me.
‘Never apologise!’ he growls against my skin. ‘Never apologise to me.’
He pulls my dress roughly over my head and lands hard kisses over my breasts and stomach, moving ever downward till he’s back between my legs. He puts a hand under each of my buttocks and lifts me up while bringing his mouth down between my legs again.
‘I worship this pussy. I fucking worship it,’ he hisses against my mound, my clitoris, my vagina. His tongue laps me again, pushing open my folds and expertly finding the spots that give me the most intense pleasure. I buck up towards the touch of his tongue, wanting it harder, deeper.
Sensing my need, he pushes a finger inside me. But it’s still not enough. I ache for more. I need more.
‘Please, Sandro. I want to feel your cock inside me. Please! I need it. Please!’ I beg him through heavy sobs of breath. I’m aware of the desperation in my voice, and it seems he is too, because he stills his motion and raises his head to meet my gaze.
We stare at each other for long moments loaded with unsaid questions and answers.
‘Are you sure?’ he whispers, his eyes intense with a plea for me to be totally honest with him.
‘Yes. I’m sure. I want it. Please, Sandro. I need you to help me. Please just help me out with this.’
This seems to be enough to convince him because he gives a sharp nod, then leans away to open a drawer at the side of the bed and take out little foil packet.
I watch with wide eyes as he quickly gets undressed then rolls on the condom and moves back to kneel between my thighs, our faces now level and his bright eyes gazing into mine.
‘Ready?’ he whispers, his voice a sweet caress all of its own.
‘Yes. Ready,’ I say, drawing in a steadying breath.
I feel him line up our bodies, then there’s a pressure between my legs which is strange, wonderful and frightening all at once. Then without another word he slowly pushes inside me, bringing with him a sharp pain that makes me wince and ball my fists.
‘Are you okay?’ he murmurs, holding still and stroking his thumb over my cheek in a soothing motion until I feel the pain begin to subside.
‘Yes. I’m great.’ I smile up at him, my head hazy with all the new sensations I’m feeling. And there are many.
He gently draws back out, then pushes into me again with slow, careful strokes, watching my face the whole time, checking my reaction. Checking I’m okay.
And I am okay. More than okay. I’m in heaven.
Now the pain has receded, having him inside me feels like magic.
It’s the most wonderfully connected state I’ve ever been in.
It’s intense, but the sensation both excites and arouses me.
Makes me yearn for even more. And then, when he moves his hand to where our bodies connect and presses down firmly on my clitoris, I can’t help but let out a low keening sound of pleasure.
He continues slowly to move inside me until I’m able to match his rhythm, my breath leaving my body in small gasps as he pushes me closer to the edge of the orgasm that’s beginning to grow deep inside me.
Our bodies slide together, moving in perfect sync, and as the pleasure grows, beating a steady, inimitable rhythm inside me, I begin to lose all sense of my surroundings. It just becomes him and me, suspended together in our state of bliss.
And then it breaks over me, my release rushing through my head and flashing in my eyes. For those few seconds, I think I stop breathing.
As the feeling begins to subside, I slowly become aware of him again, the hard press of his body against me and the softness of his skin as it slides against mine.
I love it. I absolutely love it. And I love the sounds he makes as he continues to thrust inside me, caught up in his own world of pleasure.
A few strokes later he lets out a low guttural growl and shouts, ‘Fuck, Juno! Fuck!’ His whole body shudders above me as he climaxes and he pushes himself as deep inside me as he can, holding us there locked together, as close as we can get to each other.
After a while he carefully slides out of me. ‘Are you okay?’ he asks, pushing an escaped tendril of hair out of my eyes.
Words seem to have completely deserted me, so I just nod and smile.
‘Let me run you a bath,’ he murmurs, rolling away from me and getting up out of bed.
I lie there, listening to the water running, feeling spaced out and unreal.
‘It’s ready for you,’ Sandro says, coming back into the room a couple of minutes later.
‘Thanks,’ I reply, getting out of bed and wincing a little as I realise I’m a little bruised.
As I pass him in the doorway to the bathroom, I lean up to give him a gentle kiss on the lips, pressing my body close to his. ‘Thank you,’ I whisper.
He smiles, but there’s something in his eyes that sends a small jolt of unease through me.
‘It was my pleasure, bella,’ he murmurs, then turns away before I can question him about it.
I wash quickly, then spend a couple of minutes luxuriating in the warmth of the water, letting it soothe my aching body.
Well, that’s it, I think to myself. I’m no longer a virgin. I don’t know quite how to feel about it. In some ways I still feel exactly the same, but in others, ways I can’t quite describe, I feel as if I’ve just taken a big jump forward in my life.
Coming out of the bathroom, I see Sandro has changed the sheets and is lying naked in the middle of the bed, his hair wet from the shower he must have taken.
He grins at me. ‘I thought you might like a come-down cuddle,’ he says in that beautiful husky voice of his.
There’s no way I can refuse that, of course, so I get onto the bed and snuggle up close to him, breathing in the fresh, citrusy scent of his shower gel, amazed to feel my stomach fizzing with lust again.
But it seems he’s keen we don’t do anything else tonight and pulls me towards him so my back rests along his front, spooning me tightly against him.
I’m aware of the soft exhalation of his breath on my neck, and the heat of his body pressed securely against me, and in my blissed-out state I sense myself beginning to drift off to sleep almost immediately.
I wake some time later and find to my surprise and delight that he’s still in bed with his arm tightly wrapped around me. It’s the first time he’s ever slept with me and the discovery that he didn’t get up and leave the moment I fell asleep makes my chest feel as if it’s turning inside out.
And for the first time since we got here, I’m scared – not about being here in bed with him, but about the fact I’m not going to be here with him for much longer.