His hands leave my breasts, skimming down my body. His intense gaze burns into me. My cheeks flush at the look he’s giving me: dark, longing, filled with anticipation. He reaches my thighs, and I press them together instinctively.
He chuckles and pulls them apart, grip firm but not painful.
I gasp as he swipes his tongue along my opening. I try to close my legs again, but Cesare holds them firmly apart. His tongue continues exploring, sending jolts of unexpected pleasure through me.
I've never experienced anything like this.
"Relax," Cesare murmurs against my sensitive flesh. "Let yourself feel how good it is."
As much as I want to resist, to maintain some form of control, my body betrays me. I grow wetter as he continues, small moans escaping despite my efforts to stay quiet.
His tongue finds a particularly sensitive spot, and my hips buck involuntarily. I hear him chuckle before he focuses there, alternating between quick flicks and long, slow strokes.
The pressure builds, a tight coil of tension in my lower abdomen. I grip the sheets, my breath coming in short gasps. Just as I feel like I might explode, Cesare pulls away.
I open my eyes, confused and frustrated. He's looking up at me, eyes dark with desire.
"Not yet," he says, his voice husky as he unbuttons his pants and frees his cock.
I swallow hard at the sheer size of it. Christ, it's huge.
"I want to be inside you when you come for the first time."
He moves up my body, positioning himself between my legs. I feel his hard length pressing against my entrance, and fear mixes with anticipation in my chest.
"This might hurt," Cesare warns, his eyes locked onto mine. "But once the pain goes away, I promise it'll feel good."
Before I can respond, he pushes forward, entering me in one smooth thrust. The pain is sharp and immediate, drawing a gasp from my lips. He stills, letting me adjust to the unfamiliar fullness.
"Breathe," he instructs softly, his hand caressing my cheek.
I take a deep breath, willing my body to relax. Slowly, the pain begins to fade. I feel so full, it’s weird but kind of amazing.
Cesare starts moving, his thrusts slow and measured at first. As discomfort gives way to pleasure, I find myself moving with him, hips rising to meet his. His rhythm becomes faster, deeper, harder. The initial pain is gone now, replaced by waves of intense pleasure.
I'm surprised by how good it feels, how my body responds to his touch.
"That's it," Cesare growls, voice rough with desire. "Let go, Vittoria. Let yourself feel it."
His words, combined with increasingly forceful thrusts, push me closer to the edge. That coiling tension builds again, stronger this time. My nails dig into his back as I cling to him, overwhelmed by sensations coursing through me.
"Cesare," I gasp, not sure what I'm asking for.
He seems to understand. One hand snakes between our bodies, fingers finding that sensitive spot he discovered earlier. The dual stimulation is too much.
The orgasm crashes over me like a fucking tidal wave. My back arches off the bed as I cry out, lost in the intensity.
His movements become more demanding, and I find myself whimpering as his grip on my hips tightens. He doesn't stop, doesn't ease up. He’s like a man deprived, desperately trying to satisfy hunger. There's a possessive gleam in his eyes.
I'm his. Utterly his now.
"Fuck," he roars, thrusting harder than before and burying himself completely inside me. I feel him expand as he releases.
We lay tangled in sheets, our breathing slowly returning to normal. I'm confused as hell, feeling a mixture of emotions I can't sort through. Part of me is still reeling from the intensity of what we shared, the unexpected pleasure I found in Cesare's arms.
But another part feels deep loss. My innocence, the last piece of my old life, is gone.
Cesare rolls onto his side, propping himself up to look at me. His eyes roam my body with satisfaction. "You did well," he says, voice low and husky.
