11. Emilio
Ipull Caterina into my lap as we continue to kiss. Our hands are frantically clutching each other. Mine around her waist and hers around my shoulders.
She moans when I bring her hips down to grind against mine. Caterina doesn’t miss a beat. She begins dry humping me. I always thought she was wild, and this just proves it. One moment, she’s about to kill us in a car accident, and the next, she’s dry humping me in the car.
Am I a hypocrite for judging her when I like what she’s doing? Yes. Do I care? No.
Do I want to fuck her? Fuck yes.
My fingers bunch up the end of her dress and hoist it around her waist, and then I rip her panties down. She moans louder against my lips.
I touch her clit and begin to rub it. She’s already wet for me, which only makes me fucking hard. I may hate Caterina, but my body responds to her. I simultaneously want her to be mine and not.
She bucks her hips as I grind my hand against her pussy. We kiss harder. It becomes sloppy and messy, and normally, I’d care, but at this moment, I just want to fuck her silly and so hard she can’t even think about getting into trouble again.
I slip my finger inside her, getting her ready. I don’t know how many men she’s been with before, but it’s always good to get a woman warmed up. I may hate she’s not a virgin, but I’m not going to punish her for it.
I want to fuck her, and fuck her, I finally will.
I remove my finger from her and reach down to unbuckle my pants. Caterina helps me. Her breath is coming out in pants. The sound fills up the car and turns me on even more.
She reaches into my pants and pulls out my cock, gripping it in her hand. I hiss from the pleasure of it. Since meeting Caterina, I haven’t been with any other woman, and my body has missed this. The touch of another person.
She rubs her hand up and down, but I push it away.
“I want to be inside you,” I growl.
Her breath hitches, and she nods. “Ok.”
I grip her hips as she places her knees on either side of me, getting into position, and then I pull her straight down onto my cock.
She yelps in pain.
I hold still.
When I pull my head back, I see a wince on Caterina’s face. It’s hard to focus on her pain when all I feel is pleasure. Fuck, she feels good around my cock.
But … something isn’t right.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“Nothing,” she grits out. “Now, shut up and fuck me.”
“Gladly.” I can ask her to tell me what’s wrong, but clearly, she doesn’t want to, and I’m not going to push it. If she wants to fuck, let’s fuck.
I tighten my hands on her hips and start moving her up and down on my cock. Caterina slowly shifts her hips in a circle. Soon, her breath starts coming back out in pants, and her eyes glaze over in lust.
“Finally quiet,” I tease as I fuck her harder by pulling her down onto my cock. She moans in response.
“I hate you,” she gasps, clutching my shoulders and grinding her body down against mine. She moves her hips faster and faster.
“I hate you.”
She slams her lips onto mine, and we kiss passionately while our bodies move together.
My hands roam up to her breasts, and I squeeze them. She moans and shifts her body even closer to mine. Then she grabs my hand and brings it back down to her clit. I rub it hard.
“Make me come,” she demands.
“You don’t always get to have everything you want,” I say, removing my hand.
She pouts.
I grip her hips and bring her down even harder onto my cock. She’s moving frantically on top of me, trying to reach her climax.
Which one of us will reach it first?
“You don’t get to boss me around,” she murmurs into my ear.
“That’s exactly what I get to do. And I think you like it.” I kiss her.
Which sends her over the edge.
She moans against my mouth as her body shudders its release. I follow quickly. My seed fills her up, and I don’t even care that we didn’t use protection. It feels too good to care.
She slumps against me, resting her head in the crook of my neck. I don’t pull out of her straightaway. Instead, I wrap my arms around her.
And we stay like that for a while.
Until she stirs and gets off me, wincing as she does. She grabs her underwear, but before she can pull it up, I stop her because I see something on her inner thigh.
Blood.
“Are you on your period?” I ask.
“I must have just gotten it,” she says, shrugging. She tries to pull her underwear up, but I don’t let her. “Emilio, let go.”
I look between her face and her inner thigh, and then it dawns on me. “Don’t tell me you were a virgin.”
She looks away as a flush covers her face, which tells me everything I need to know. Caterina is embarrassed and she’s never embarrassed.
“You were a virgin,” I say smugly.
She shoots me a look. “Don’t say it like that. I didn’t want you to know.”
“Why not?”
“Because I didn’t want to give you any power over me. And clearly, I was right because you’re looking at me like I belong to you, but I don’t, Emilio. I am my own person. I don’t belong to you.”
“I just took your virginity,” I say, cupping her pussy with my hand. She winces. “And clearly, I was too rough.” I let her go, and she scrambles into the driver’s seat, pulling her underwear back up and pulling her dress back down. “You should have told me, Caterina. If I’d known, I would have been gentler.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“You bled. It does matter.”
“Why do you care?” she snaps, turning to me. “You’ve never cared about me once since we met. Why would me being a virgin change how you see me?”
“Because now I know you didn’t sleep with half the city.”
She crosses her arms. “And that somehow makes me better?”
“Yes.”
She scoffs, rolling her eyes. “You’re un-fucking-believable. I am a woman with worth no matter how many people I’ve been with. I didn’t want you to know.”
“But I had a right to know.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“Yes, I did.”
She huffs. “So, do I have the right to know how many women you’ve been with?”
I open and close my mouth. She points at me and says, “Aha! See? You don’t want to tell me. This is a two-way street here. If you know about my past sex life, or lack thereof, then I have the right to know about yours.”
“Fine. I’ve been with fifty-eight women.”
“Huh.”
“What does that mean?” I ask.
“I’m just not sure if I was expecting more or less. And how do you even remember?”
“Because I keep track of those things. I have a good memory.”
“And if I had been with fifty-eight men, would you have hated me for it?”
“I did hate you for it,” I tell her, not holding back. “Thinking you weren’t a virgin. But I also wanted to fuck you, so I chose to not let it bother me.”
“Do you even know why I didn’t have sex?” she asks in a softer voice.
“Because you have a conscience.”
She swats my arm. “Don’t make fun of me.” She pauses. “I didn’t have sex because I didn’t want to end up pregnant and risk ruining my dad’s reputation. I didn’t want him to be disappointed in me.” She doesn’t look at me as she speaks. “I’ve never wanted him to be disappointed in me. So, I just went to clubs and flirted. Sure, I kissed a few guys. So, you didn’t get my first kiss, by the way.”
I shrug.
“But I never did anything more,” she says. “So, that should make you happy. Now, you have something to hold over my head. My love for my dad and my fear of disappointing him. He’s always seen me as a little girl, and it’s hard for him to see me any differently. So, if you tell him what I got up to, it would crush him.”
“It’s not your father I want to see upset.”
She snorts. “What? So ,you want to see me upset?”
I think about it. Do I want to see that? Caterina drives me crazy, but … it’s also entertaining. She wouldn’t be herself without it.
The more I think about it, the more I realize … no. I don’t want to see Caterina upset. I just want her to be more aware of her actions and how they affect those around her. I want her to be the wife I can be proud of, and right now … she isn’t.
“No,” I admit. “I don’t want to see you upset. But you can’t lie to me as you did about your virginity. I had a right to know. I would have been gentler.”
She shakes her head, a small smile on her face. “No, you wouldn’t have.”
I don’t correct her because she’s right. A part of me wanted to see Caterina hurt for how she’s been acting. How she’s embarrassed me.
“So, where does this leave us?” she asks.
“We’re still married. We had sex. I assume we’ll do it again.”
“Well, yes, I assumed that, too. But I meant other than sex. What are we going to do about our marriage?”
“We can’t change it. So, we have to learn to live together,” I say. “Which means you need to stop being so reckless.”
“And you need to stop being so bossy.”
“Not going to happen.”
She smirks. “Well, I’m not going to stop being reckless, then.”
“We’re at an impasse.”
“It seems we are.”
I sigh, running my hand down my face. “Then what are we going to do?’
“I say we go on a date.”
I drop my hand in surprise and look at her. “A date? How the hell will a date change what’s between us?”
“I said it before—we should get to know each other. Maybe if we learned more about each other, we’d grow to like each other.”
“But a date includes talking, and I don’t like it when you talk.”
She scoffs. “Jeez, thanks.”
“I just meant I don’t like it when you talk and cause trouble.”
“Talking on a date wouldn’t be causing trouble,” she says. “It would just be … talking. Getting to know each other. I say we should do it.”
“I say no.”
“Why not?”
I shrug, looking away from her. “It’s not going to change anything. We’ll still continue to hate each other.”
“How do you know if you don’t get it a chance?”
She … has a point. I have a tendency to be stubborn—it’s something I’ve always known about myself.
Why am I so opposed to getting to know Caterina? Other than she drives me crazy with her antics, there’s really no other reason not to get to know her.
And who knows? Maybe I’ll start to actually like her.
“Fine,” I say. “We can go on a date. I mean, what else are we going to do on our honeymoon?”
“Thank you.” She leans over and kisses me on the cheek. It’s the gentlest she’s ever been. “You’re not going to regret it.”
“Oh, something tells me I am,” I mutter.
She just laughs as she starts up the car again and drives us home.
* * *
It’s late,and we go to bed right away.
Caterina winces as she slides under the covers.
“Sore?” I ask.
She shoots me a look. “So, what if I am? You’re the reason.”
“I know.”
“Oh, don’t sound so smug about it.”
I chuckle as I get into the bed and don’t say anything else. We lay down and go to sleep. Well, I assume Caterina goes to sleep, but I stay awake for a long time, thinking about what happened between us.
I took Caterina’s virginity without knowing it. She lied to me about it because she didn’t want to me to hold it over her. What does that say about me that she felt like she had to lie about something she knew would make me judge her less, and yet, she still chose to lie about it.
That thought haunts me as I finally fall asleep.
When I wake up in the morning, I see Caterina isn’t in bed with me. I get up to find her to … what? I’m not sure. I’ll either kiss her or scold her again, but when I go looking for her, I can’t find her anywhere.
She’s gone.
So, it seems I’ll end up scolding her.