“I’m okay.”
His stubble brushed along my skin as he lowered his lips to my neck and kissed me lightly, licking me in the areas where my neck indented. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation. I could feel his hand pulling away my panties and my stomach filled with the anticipation of feeling him inside me. I wanted to feel the warmth of him, rather than the toys he’d been using. I wanted us to make love and feel each other as close as we could be.
The skin of his penis against my vulva surprised me and I clenched my jaw, readying myself for the pain. But there was none. He pushed himself in slowly, then pulled back, and entered again. Each thrust was softer than the next and his muscles tensed the moment he was fully inside. I was filled. He was heavy as the breath left my body and he thrust harder. I wanted him.
“Oh my God,” I cried out.
He smiled at me as he entered me again. My hips began moving on their own, matching his speed and his angle. I wanted all of him inside me. Every last inch of his erection, fully in me. I gripped at his neck, unable to stop the moans from escaping between my lips. He kissed me hard again and his tongue massaged against mine, leading me ever closer to orgasm. There was an intense feeling that swept between my legs as he began thrusting harder and faster.
“Go. Harder,” I said, my voice wavering. “Do it.”
He laughed lightly and brought his hand to the bedpost, gripping it tightly as he did exactly as I said. I felt my whole body move and his rippling muscles shifting above me as he forced my legs up, forcing himself even deeper. I held onto the gray blanket beneath me, my back arching. He brought his free hand to my breast and lightly tugged at my nipple, causing me to moan softly.
I was getting close to climax when he grabbed me and changed positions. He had me lying against the bed with my back towards him, pressed down against the blanket. He brushed the hair from my face as he entered me again, bringing my legs close together. It was then that I felt all of him inside me. I moaned into the blanket, becoming wetter as he thrust.
He grabbed my hand as he brought me closer to feeling those fireworks igniting inside of me. It was only when he quickened his thrusts that I keeled back, overwhelmed with the climax that took hold of me. He pulled out and relieved himself on my back as I let out a deep, guttural moan. His fingers began toying with me, rubbing between my legs and bringing me to an overwhelming frenzy. I had to force myself away from him as I finished, breathless and smiling as I brought my eyes to his.
There was a glow of after-sex that seemed to radiate from my body. I was enthralled as he held me in his arms. It was the first time he’d ever held me, and it had been the first time he’d ever penetrated me. I wasn’t sure what to make of how he’d tenderly held my hips, his fingers soft against my skin.
“You were amazing,” he said, causing me to narrow my eyes at him.
I didn’t believe him. Me? Amazing? He had to be joking. I’d never had proper sex before and I’d barely even kissed anyone in my life. I figured he had to be acting kind so that we could do it again. That had to be it.
He leaned away from me, his blue eyes peering into mine. “You don’t believe me?”
“It’s not that.”
“Then what is it? Why are you looking at me like that?”
I bit my lip. “It’s just that I’ve never been with anyone before, and I’m sure you have. I doubt that I’m amazing. Good, maybe, but you did most of the work, anyway.”
He laughed, which caused me to stare. I rarely saw him laugh or smile, but whenever I did, it was always shocking. He was so handsome when he smiled. He had perfect, straight white teeth. Mix that with those muscles and blue eyes and dark hair? He was easily the kind of man that women dreamt about. Even if he was a Cavetti.
“Do you really think I’ve been with a ton of women?”
I nodded.
“Well, you’d be wrong,” he told me flatly, bringing me in closer to his chest. “I’ve been with my share, but I’ve never had sex with them.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“I’ve never had physical sex with them. I don’t know how else to describe what we did, but I’ve never done that with a woman. It’s always been toys.”
I furrowed my brow. His words rang true, and I didn’t think he was lying, but it was so strange. A man who’s never made love to a woman? Especially a man like Marcello? I knew that everyone had their kinks, but his seemed to delve deeper than that. A fear of intimacy.
“So, then, does that make me your first?”
He laughed again and brushed back his dark hair. “If you think of it that way, then yeah. I guess you are.”
I was shocked.
“Why me?”
He was still smiling as he turned to face me again. “Why you? I don’t know yet. I guess we’ll just have to figure that out, won’t we?”
I decided to leave it where his question stood. It seemed as though we just might have to wait and see where things took us. I did know that we’d have to work at it and figure it out along the way. I cared for him, but I wasn’t sure if I was ready to fall in love. Not with a Cavetti. There were so many factors that forced me to push him away the instant he got closer.
We lay in each other's arms, naked and warm. We each had a thin film of sweat covering our bodies, but I’d never been more comfortable. I closed my eyes and took in his scent, glad to be sleeping next to someone who made me feel safe.
