Swallowing hard, I wrap my hand around him, gauging his size, wondering how the hell he’s going to fit inside of me. My mother wouldn’t even allow me to use tampons for fear of it somehow possibly breaking my hymen. He’s enormous compared to that. It’s the oddest balance of soft and hard, too. The skin is so velvety, but he’s iron underneath. My eyes slide up his body, wanting to see his expression. I note the way his stomach muscles tense ever so slightly when I rub downward. I repeat the motion and his jaw is clenched. It gives me that same sense of power the knife gives me when I hold it.
“Thank you for indulging me.” I release my hold on his cock as if I’ve been petting a neighbor’s dog, but my palms are sweaty, and my heart is pounding. He growls in irritation. He’s disappointed I let go. That pleases me more than he might guess. “There were a few otherpartsI was curious about.”
One corner of his mouth tugs upwards, and it makes my heart pound all the harder. Back to exploring, I touch his chest, his shoulders, his abs, admiring his muscles, bewitched by his strength. He lays back on his pillow, pretending it doesn't matter to him what I do, but I know better now.
On the inside of his left wrist, I see a burn scar, an ugly thing partially hidden by one of his tattoos. There’s a similar one on his right wrist. “What’s this from?” I ask, lightly touching one.
He grips my wrist so fast and hard I yelp. “Leave that be.”
With a frightened nod, I retract my hand. Alessio sits up, his fierce look from a moment ago ebbing away like the tide. He gently strokes my wrist, an apology of sorts. “You havepartsI’m curious about as well, wife. If you’re brave enough…”
Well, wasn’t that the unexpected magic phrase? I stiffen my spine and lay back on the bed. “You can touch me, but I don’t want to have sex.”
“Ever?” he asks, half a scoff and half a groan. “You can’t really expect that to-”
“Not this morning, not yet,” I clarify.
“When then?”
I bite my bottom lip, wondering what I’ve gotten myself into. He’s been humoring me, but I can’t keep him at arm’s length forever. I’m not certain I want to considering how much I liked touching him. “Soon?”
“You sound as convinced as a woman deciding to get her nipples pierced on a whim,” he chuckles.
“Ouch?”
“Lie back, Caterina. Nothing I do will hurt.”
I expect him to touch my breasts or maybe even shove his hand down my pajama bottoms.
Instead, he rubs my bottom lip again like he did last week in the bridal shop. How can I feel that everywhere? He explores more of my lips and then my cheeks, traces my eyebrows and nose. His touch is gentle, surprisingly so. But, it’s lighting fires under my skin, fueling a burning need I never knew existed in me. The warm, slightly rough feel of his fingers, I want him to touch more of me.
His fingers caress my throat and the bit of chest left uncovered by my top. The pangs of desire grow more and more difficult to ignore. I wiggle my hips, needing to find relief, and he’s fighting a smile. “Did you need to go to the toilet, Caterina?” I shake my head. He makes a humming sound. He knows I’m turned on.
For what feels like ages, he remains in the same areas before moving on to my shoulders. Every new part of me Alessio touches welcomes the sensation of his simple caresses. I’m relaxed and receptive to more, I realize, something I wouldn’thave pictured possible a day ago thinking of being in bed with this man.
When his fingers graze over one of my breasts at last, I gasp and press my thighs together. His blue eyes flick up to mine, and he determinedly unbuttons my top, pushing it back to expose me. I’m surprised that the desire to cover myself never appears. “ThesepartsI’m particularly curious about,” he rumbles, and I can barely hold back a plea for more.
But he doesn’t touch them yet. He hoists himself up, his fists on either side of my shoulders as he leans over me. Lowering himself, little by little, he comes closer until his lips meet mine. This kiss, our third, is the best yet. It’s full of heat and hunger like the first, but there’s that hint of sweetness to it like the second. Is kissing always this lovely?
I run my fingers through his hair, losing myself in the sensation. His prickly yet soft chest hair rubs across my breasts, stimulating my nipples. A moan slips free of my mouth. His hips buck against me, and the way his erection rubs over my nub makes me moan again. Louder.
But it also makes me push at his chest. “I need to breathe and… this is too fast.”
“Too fast?” I can tell he considers this the opposite of fast, but he doesn’t say anything hurtful this time. “I won’t fuck you, alright? We’re just touching. You’re even more beautiful looking so thoroughly kissed.”
I can only trust his word though my lips do feel swollen. I give him an uncertain nod and, with a dark smile, he slides back down the bed until his mouth can capture one of my nipples. Immediately, my back arches, and my heels dig into the mattress. Why did no one ever tell me this felt so good? With gentle suction, he runs his tongue around the bud and then does the same to the other, his ministrations igniting a powerful quivering ache deep within. I feel like I could climax…
I squeak when Alessio bites down on my nipple, just enough pain to promise a darker pleasure, and then his hand is suddenly slipping down into my pajama bottoms. With a gasp, I allow him to spread my thighs with ease. No one’s ever put their hand down there except me. I’m not sure if I’ll like it.Too fast, too fast, too fast.Yet, I can’t get the words out.
“So wet, kitten.” He strokes my slit, hovering near my clit and robbing me of my senses. I want more. “Do you want to come?”
My mouth falls open even though I’m not sure of my answer.
The next instant, my eyes widen in horror when he pulls his fingers free of my pants. They’re all bloody. “What did you do to me?!” I whimper. I never thought the briefest swipe of his fingers might do that.
He gives me and his fingers a puzzled look before sitting up and laughing. “Fucking hell, what timing.”
Realization hits me like a ton of bricks - the twinge in my abdomen earlier, the cramping sensation. “It’s just my period,” I whisper, mortified. I started the pill last month but with everything from the wedding I wasn’t paying attention to my cycle. I burn with humiliation.
