Her hands attack my shirt buttons with desperate fingers, but she's shaking too hard to manage. She gets two undone before fumbling the third, a soft "fuck" escaping that makes my cock leak pre-cum. This is the real woman, not the composed Frances act, not the terrified servant, but the one who can’t undress me fast enough.
"I want to undress you," she says, frustration and need making her voice crack. "But I can't even manage buttons."
I catch her wrists, bringing each palm to my mouth. I suck her thumb between my lips, letting her feel my tongue, a preview of what's coming. Her pulse hammers against my mouth as I kiss her wrist, right where it's most sensitive, and the innocence of her reactions destroys every practiced seduction I've ever performed.
"You're destroying me," I tell her, ripping my shirt open, buttons scattering across the floor like the stars she just showed me. "Every pussy I've ever fucked just became nothing. Forgotten. You understand what you're doing to me? You've made everything before you feel like I was playacting at sex the way I playact at being important."
Her eyes go wide as she takes in my bare chest, the defined abs from hours of swimming, the v-lines disappearing into my pants, the trail of dark hair she follows with her gaze until she's staring at my obvious erection. When she unconsciously licks her lips, my control shatters completely.
"Touch me," I command, grabbing her hand and pressing it against my cock through my pants. "Feel what you do to me. How fucking hard you make me just by existing."
She squeezes experimentally, and I groan, my hips bucking into her touch. "Like that?"
"Fuck yes." I guide her hand to my zipper. "Take it out. I want to see your hand wrapped around my cock."
Her fingers tremble as she works my zipper down, and when she reaches inside my boxer briefs and wraps her small hand around me, we both moan. I'm leaking so much pre-cum her palm is immediately slick.
"You're so big," she whispers with genuine awe, stroking tentatively. "How will it…?"
"It'll fit," I promise darkly, fucking into her fist. "Your pussy will stretch for me. Take every inch like you were made for my cock. Like the universe designed you specifically to complete me."
"Show me," she breathes, and there's that same trust in her voice from when she guided my hand to find Cassiopeia. "Show me how to have sex."
I spin her around, pressing her against the wall as I attack her zipper. "It means I own every orgasm you'll ever have." The dress falls away, revealing simple white cotton that makes my mouth water more than any lingerie ever has. "Means I'm going to ruin this virgin pussy so thoroughly you'll never even think about another cock."
I drop to my knees, yanking her panties down without ceremony. She tries to cover herself, but I slap her hands away gently but firmly.
"Hide from me again and I'll tie you spread eagle to my bed," I warn, spreading her thighs wider. "Let me see my pussy. Fuck, look how wet you are already. All this from kissing under your stars?"
She's glistening, her inner thighs slick with arousal. I lean forward and lick a long stripe from her entrance to her clit, groaning at her taste, sweet and perfect.
"Alessandro!" She bucks against my mouth, hands flying to my hair.
I dive in like a starving man who just discovered sustenance exists, eating her pussy with desperate hunger. My tonguefucks into her while my nose presses against her clit, and she grinds against my face, chasing her pleasure with the same determination she showed standing up to Sofia at dinner.
When I slide two fingers inside her, she's so tight I have to work them in slowly, stretching her virgin walls. "So fucking tight," I growl against her clit. "This pussy is going to squeeze my cock so good. You're going to milk every drop of cum from me."
I curve my fingers forward, finding that spot that makes her whole body jerk. Combined with my tongue on her clit, she comes within minutes, her pussy clenching around my fingers as she screams my name. The sound bounces off my bedroom walls, and I've never heard anything more perfect.
I don't let her recover, lifting her and tossing her onto the silk sheets. She looks debauched already, lips swollen from my kisses, pussy glistening from my mouth, marks from my teeth on her thighs. The city lights paint her skin in gold and shadow, and she's more beautiful than any of the expensive art decorating these walls.
"Spread your legs," I command, shoving my pants off. "Show me where I'm about to wreck you. Where I'm about to make you completely mine."
She obeys, spreading herself wide, and my cock jerks at the sight. I stroke myself, spreading pre-cum down my length as I watch her watch me with those dark eyes that see too much.
"See how hard you make me?" I climb onto the bed, positioning myself between her thighs. "My cock is fucking aching for you. I've never been this hard in my life. Not for any of the women I've fucked and forgotten. Only for you."
I run the head of my cock through her folds, coating myself in her wetness. She whimpers when I press against her entrance, just the tip, feeling how tight she is.
"Look at me," I demand, needing to see her face for this. "I want to see your eyes when I take your virginity. When I make you mine in every way that matters."
Our eyes lock as I push forward slowly, and fuck, she's so tight it's almost painful. Her nails dig into my shoulders, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as I stretch her open. I watch her face, memorizing every flutter of her eyelashes, every caught breath.
"That's it," I encourage, pushing deeper. "Take it. Take my cock like the good girl you are. Like you were made for this, for me."
When I'm fully seated inside her, when her virgin pussy is stretched around every inch of me, we both stop breathing. She's so hot, so wet, so perfectly tight that I have to think about board meetings and spreadsheets to keep from coming immediately.
"My perfect fucking girl. Your pussy feels like heaven."
