Chapter Fifteen
(Sabrina)
“So fucking polite.” Cesare praised. He wrapped one of his hands behind the back of her head and placed the softest of kisses against her mouth.
Sabrina’s heart skipped a beat as she wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss hungrily, swiping her tongue across the seam of his lips. Cesare deepened the kiss, and Sabrina whimpered as his tongue caressed hers, drawing her into his mouth, sucking at her tongue.
Sabrina released a soft, high-pitched cry as she swam in sensation, her head cradled in Cesare’s hands; turned this way and that as he took possession of her mouth deeply, utterly, and irreparably.
When oxygen demanded they come up for air, he reluctantly pulled back, continuing to hold her to him.
“Green means go.” He instructed, looking down at Sabrina seriously. “Yellow means slow down and communicate. Red means everything stops.”
Sabrina blinked, trying to focus on words but struggling to compute.
“Part of taking care of you means making sure you don’t need to say ‘red’, but if you ever want to stop immediately, that’s all you have to say.”
Sabrina nodded, her fingers idly tracing patterns into the skin of his neck. “Okay.”
“I need you to repeat it back to me.” He requested gently but firmly.
Sabrina gave him a guilty smile. “Can you tell me one more time? I was distracted.”
Cesare, unused to repeating himself ever, did so for her.
“Green means go, yellow slows down, and red means stop.” Sabrina attempted to surmise.
“Slow down and communicate.” Cesare corrected.
Sabrina nodded with a hum. “Yes. I’ll try to go easy on you.” Her eyes twinkled mischievously, and Cesare let out a snort that turned into a laugh.
“On me?” Cesare grinned, leaning in closer.
“Mhmm.” Sabrina nodded, amused.
“Safewords do go both ways.” He grinned, an anticipatory gleam in his eyes. He leaned closer. “You’re mine, tesoro.” He swore as his breath mingled with hers.
She closed the distance this time, melting against him, simultaneously feeling more vulnerable and powerful than she’d ever felt before.
Surrender. That’s what this feeling was. It was heady. It was dangerous, and she relaxed into it as if it were the ocean on a summer day.
She arched against him, luxuriating in the sensation of his mouth pressing kiss after kiss against her skin, as his hands caressed up and down the curves of her body.
“Cesare!” She gasped, as he softly bit into the skin just below her ear and palmed one of her breasts. He manipulated the sensitive flesh, applying just enough pressure to the nipple in his hand that her mind went blank.
“Please! Please, Cesare.” She pleaded.
“Please what, baby?” He rasped, his lips tickling her ear as she further pressed against him, gasping as he continued to squeeze her breasts, rhythmically pressing her nipples into the vice of his grip, sending shocks through her inexperienced body, and straight to the part of her she desperately needed to be touched.
“I need…” She gasped again, as a jolt went through her body, and she burrowed her face into the crook of his neck, where she kissed and nipped at the skin there until he gave a ragged moan of pleasure.
Warmth suffused Sabrina’s core at the sound, and she attempted to repeat the action, only to be thwarted when he pulled away.
She couldn’t help the sound of distress that left her, and dammit if the gentle shushing noise he made in response didn’t make her physically ache to be filled. The next thing she knew, Cesare was lifting her up like she weighed nothing, and set her on the kitchen counter.
He leaned down, pressing a kiss on her forehead, and Sabrina instinctively spread her legs as he stepped between them.
Cesare cradled her head in both his hands, but when she leaned in to kiss him again, she stilled in response to the slightest pressure of his grip holding her in place, away from him.
“Cesare?” She questioned in a husky voice.
“Look at you, baby.” He rumbled, soothing a hand down her waist. “So fucking beautiful. So responsive. Do you want more, tesoro?” He asked.
Sabrina gave a huff, her eyes suddenly wide and baleful. “Yes. But I haven’t…” She closed her eyes and shook her head minutely, taking a deep breath.
“Eyes, Sabrina.” He requested calmly and evenly.
She followed the command instinctively, looking up at him with wide, luminous eyes.
“Haven’t what, baby?” Cesare crooned.
She swallowed nervously. “I haven’t done much.”
Cesare swallowed thickly, his grip tightening. “Explain.”
Sabrina exhaled nervously, grateful for the feeling of Cesare’s hands on her; it was calming as it was grounding.
“I haven’t done much.” She repeated, the back of her neck flushing hot.
“Define much.” Cesare requested as he leaned in once more. As if sensing her distress, he wrapped his arms around her, gently running his hands up and down her back.
She melted once more into his chest, trying to find a momentary reprieve of the intensity of the moment. This feeling of want, yearning, and need was intoxicating.
“I’ve kissed. But not much.” She whispered. “I don’t really know what I’m doing because I haven’t done anything else.” She confessed, looking up nervously and biting her lip.
Sabrina wasn’t sure how she’d expected him to react, but it caught her by surprise that he seemed almost dumbfounded.
He stared at her in confusion, as the wheels in his mind visibly turned, trying to make sense of what she’d just said.
“Are you saying you…” He broke off, staring at her with an intensity that she was beginning to get used to. He blinked. “There’s no way.” He shook his head, looking at her now in disbelief.
Sabrina’s skin itched with embarrassment, and her neck heated.
“Never mind.” She scowled. “It doesn’t matter.” She pushed at Cesare so she could get off the counter, out of the kitchen, and leave as soon as humanly possible.
Cesare stood unmoved and took her hands in his, coaxing her to look at him. “Please look at me, tesoro.” He requested.
Sabrina shook her head with a scowl, refusing to meet his gaze. “I want to leave, and I’m irritated that you’re so freaking big that I can’t move without asking you to move first.”
“Yeah? Well I feel like you’re the best thing I’ve ever had in my life, and I’m not moving until you look at me.
” He fired back immediately. He then shuffled, and in the silence that followed, cleared his throat uneasily.
“I’m sorry. If you’ve hit a limit and you want space, I will give you space.
But I don’t think that’s what you want, or what you need. ”
“What exactly do you think I need?” Sabrina asked, arms crossed, eyes reluctantly lifting to meet Cesare’s gaze. She arched a brow.
“To be held, for one.” He answered sincerely.
Sabrina closed her eyes for a brief moment, feeling like the air had just been knocked out of her. To her frustration, she could feel tears beginning to well.
She looked up at Cesare with a fire in her eyes that only amplified the unrestrained need in her expression; a need to be known and seen, and loved by him.
Cesare wrapped his arms around her, holding her firmly to his chest. He made a shushing sound as he ran his fingers through her hair, as if he were taming a wild filly. She let out a ragged sigh and lifted her head to meet his blue-eyed gaze. Cesare kept his hips conspicuously distanced from hers.
“There she is.” He coaxed, his dimple showing as he gave her a soft smile.
Sabrina tilted her head up, pressing her lips to his once more. She let out a soft sigh when he returned the kiss, reaching up to comb her fingers gently through his hair.
The Italian man in her arms melted. With a groan, he pulled away from her mouth and rested his head on her shoulder, sighing as her nails affectionately scratched his scalp.
He made a low rumbling sound in the back of his throat when her thumbs rubbed circles around his temples.
“Fuck.” He swore, drawing the ending of the word out long and low.
“I want you.” She whispered as her fingers continued to seduce his nervous system. “I want this.” She continued. “I may be new to this, but I want to see where this goes. I just need you to help me.” She admitted. “To show me what to do.”
“Oh, I fully intend to.” He muttered as he nipped teasingly at her neck and then placed a soothing kiss on the same spot.
His cock throbbed, and he groaned as he adjusted himself in his trousers. Sabrina watched with open curiosity.
“Have you seen a cock before, baby?” He asked.
Wordlessly, Sabrina shook her head, and her wide eyes made Cesare feel like the world’s biggest pervert.
Sabrina ran a hand down his chest, pausing at the waist of his trousers. She looked up, eyes meeting his, as her hand drifted further down and pressed over the clearly defined bulge beneath her hand.
Cesare groaned, grinding into Sabrina’s touch, resting his forehead against hers. “You want to see it, baby, don’t you?”
Sabrina swallowed thickly and nodded.
Cesare nodded approvingly. “Unzip my pants, tesoro.”
With hands that shook slightly, Sabrina followed the instruction, looking back up at the sight of black boxer briefs.
Cesare leaned in, kissing her softly on the lips, and tugged at the briefs.
Sabrina looked down, eyes widening when the tip of his cock suddenly peeked up at her, large, bulbous, and glistening slightly.
“All the way.” Cesare instructed, his tone low and husky.
Sabrina obeyed, taking a bated breath at the full sight of him springing from his pants. He was long and thick, pointing straight out at her. He was massive. Sabrina was unsure she’d be able to wrap her hand all the way around his thickness, much less fit him inside of her.
“Can I touch it?” Sabrina asked, almost giggling at how silly the question sounded out loud. She looked up at Cesare, her heart skipping a beat at the heat in his gaze.