17. Alessia
This is beyond princess treatment. This is teasing, romance, and tenderness at its finest.
He’s tempted me to go all the way.
I seize him by the shoulders and pull him in closer, prompting him to loop his arms around my waist. I tease his lips with my tongue, and unsurprisingly, he lets me in right away. My first taste of him is beyond exhilarating; it blurs the thoughts in my head, shuts down all logic and reason, and prompts me to take more of him.
I don’t think he’s expecting it when I suddenly pick him straight up out of the water. His eyes fly wide as I lift his whole body like a featherweight, drape him across my arms, and carry him toward shore. He doesn’t stop me, though, his eyes instead darting up and down my upper body. I smirk, no doubt in my mind that he’s enjoying the view of my feminine qualities and my muscle structure alike.
Aurelio has some rather tempting qualities himself, qualities that have driven me mad over the past week in particular. His body has been screaming for me to take it, but I haven’t been brazen enough to make a move until now. He’s caught me off guard, though, making me swoon like a schoolgirl after she kissed her first crush. The sight of him boldly undressing in front of me was the fastest turn-on I’ve ever felt. His boldness had the effect of giving me courage as well, and now I won”t stop until I’ve tasted all of him and touched every inch of him.
I carry up on the riverbank, laying him down in the soft grass. He looks up at me, eyes dilating as I swing my legs over his hips and pin him down by the wrists.
“Alessia, you don’t have to—” he starts.
I cover his mouth with my hand. “Stop. I want this.”
I move my hand so I can lean down and kiss him, which has his manhood hardening beneath me. I slip my tongue into his mouth again, but this time, I tangle my hand in Aurelio’s hair, and I rub myself against him. Aurelio gasps at the slightest movement of my body.
“Alessia, I was planning to spoil you,” he hisses. “You don’t have to do this for me.”
“Tough shit. A queen takes what she wants,” I say, smirking.
Our lips crashing back together, I take his hand and put it on my breast, finally prompting him to do what he’s supposed to. Aurelio doesn’t hesitate to bring both hands up to my chest and pleasure me thoroughly. His hands are so much softer and gentler than I imagined, even though I’ve held them a few times now. I find it difficult to restrain the moan that threatens to escape my lips.
When I realize I won’t be able to hold back my moans for much longer, I suddenly sit off to his side and take him in my mouth. Aurelio claps a hand to his mouth, stifling a very loud moan—or, at least, I think it’s a moan; it’s somewhere between a gasp and a scream of pleasure. He looks down at me as I set to work on him, panting heavily.
“Alessia—You—Gods above, you’re way too good at this,” he moans.
Smirking silently to myself, I decide to work him up even more. I move a little faster, pausing now and then to take him in my hand and kiss his hips, his godly abs, and his rock-hard thighs. Aurelio has to clap both hands over his mouth at this point. He’s trembling under my touch, clearly struggling not to move with me.
“Don’t you dare move,” I tease.
“You’re killing me, Alessia!” he growls.
I go even faster, and a few seconds later, Aurelio taps my shoulder, letting me know to back off. He comes undone just as I lean down to kiss him once again, stifling his rather loud moans. When he’s done, I sit back and wink at him.
“Careful, now, we don’t need to wake Daelia up with our fun.”
“Don’t tease me like that unless you’re willing to pay for it,” Aurelio growls.
For a moment, I consider pinning him down again, but then I think better of it. I present my wrists to him with a devilish grin.
“I’ll take my punishment now,” I say.
Aurelio stares at me in shock for a moment. “Are you sure? I’m not going to be able to stop myself once we start.”
“Who gave you permission to stop? I certainly didn’t.”
Aurelio looks as if he’ll come undone again just from my words. I sigh happily as he practically tackles me to the ground, pins me down by my wrists, and takes his time looking me up and down. Those butterflies flutter more than ever as he takes in the sight.
“Gods, I’m a lucky man,” he breathes.
I expect him to come up and kiss me, but before I know it, his head is between my legs, and I’m throwing my head back in pleasure. The blue sky above is blotted out by the cacophony of stars that invade my vision as pure pleasure courses through me. Aurelio’s tongue fills me up, sending fireworks cascading through my center and all throughout the rest of my body.
“You’re way too good at this, too,” I gasp.
I have to bite my tongue to keep myself from moaning. As if reading my mind, Aurelio stops, climbs on top of me, and slips his tongue back into my mouth, my moan vibrating against his lips instead.
“I knew it. You’re trying to hide them,” Aurelio says, a wicked grin creasing his face. “I’ll just have to try a little harder.”
“Oh, screw you,” I groan.
I try to think of a stinging comment to one-up him with, but just then, he teases my entrance again, and all thoughts vanish from my brain in the blink of an eye. I obstinately clamp my mouth shut as he enters me for the first time, the fireworks so intense, my vision goes blurry.
“Let’s see how long you can hold out for, shall we?” Aurelio teases.
“Again, screw you!” I grumble.
He takes my breath away as he fills me all the way up, every inch of him buried in me. He holds me close to his chest, his lips finding mine again as he moves, every thrust rocking my entire world until I have no choice but to give up hiding my reactions. The pleasure coursing through me is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I’m overwhelmed with the pure energy surging through me.
“Aurelio,” I gasp.
“Gods, you feel good,” Aurelio says quietly.
He begins to move a little faster, sending wave after wave of pleasure through me. His kisses leave my lips and trail down the side of my neck, then find their way to my collarbones, where I’m so sensitive, I nearly scream from the soft brush of his lips against my skin. With the added sensations of him thrusting into me, I think I may lose my mind. Then, he does the unthinkable and moves to kiss my breasts, gently sucking on the surface of them. I can’t string two thoughts together anymore. I’m completely lost in the sensations of this moment.
Aurelio moves faster, his need rising in tandem with mine. I wrap my legs around his waist, digging my nails into his back. He gasps, moving even faster still. He pumps in and out of me with an urgency that only brings me exponentially more pleasure. I’m leaning up to kiss his neck, then biting into his shoulder, drawing the most heavily sound I’ve ever heard from Aurelio’s lips. He wraps his arms even tighter around me, the sensations rising to a peak.
Then, I hit my climax, and I scream Aurelio’s name into his chest, feeling him go rigid as he also releases into me. We cling onto one another, our sweat mingling together as we lay there in the lush summer grass, trying and failing to catch our breath. Eventually, Aurelio rolls off to my side, panting quietly as he looks up at the sky.
I steal a glance at him as I’m laying there, too, and my heart stops in my chest. His eyes are closed, the most genuine, fulfilled smile on his face. He looks like he’s completed his ultimate goal in life, like he’s totally at peace. The rays of sun catch his face, and for a moment, I can mistake him for an angel.
I love you.
The thought surprises me when it pops into my head. For a moment, I sit there, wondering if I really mean that, or if it’s a heat-of-the-moment sort of deal. Having sex with my husband doesn’t mean anything more than mutual attraction, and he was certainly being seductive as hell just mere moments ago. This fluttery feeling in my chest, and the adoration I feel when I look at him…that’s not love, is it? I mean, I can admire and adore someone without loving them, right?
Bitch, please.
I smile silently to myself as my conscience breaks through all the noise to reveal the truth. I’m aware that deep down, I’m falling in love with this man, but that doesn’t mean I’m ready to face those feelings yet. I’ve never dared to learn how to feel for another person before now. There are still a great many things I have to unravel and learn about myself before I can learn to love another person.
Or…do I? Is it not ideal to learn to love yourself with the help of someone that adores your very existence? Seeing Aurelio look at me the way he does has my self-confidence soaring, every time without fail. The way he calls me out on my bullshit and keeps me honest when I’m getting full of myself has already curbed a lot of my bad habits and negative views about myself.
Maybe I’m ready, or maybe I’m not, but the bottom line is, we’re already married. Why should I wait to learn how to love my own husband?
“Hey, Aurelio?”
He turns to look at me, his eyes shining so brightly, they have my heart doing a happy dance all over again. He brushes his fingers through my hair as he searches my face.
“Yeah?”
“I’m starting to think you’re pretty awesome,” I chuckle. “And I’m not just saying that because your performance in the bedroom is phenomenal.”
“I’m glad you feel that way, because I started falling in love with you a while ago, Alessia.”
He brushes his lips against mine again, and I kiss him back, feeling my soul stir deep within me, like my very reason for existing on this planet is to feel Aurelio’s lips on mine.