Savio
Iwas on top, my muscles quivering with the thought of having her. I’d already explored every part of her and tasted her in ways that I never thought I would. Still, I stopped myself from getting too far ahead. There was a sudden change in her body language—it was subtle, but it was there. Something was amiss. What had started out being so easy, so simple, had grown to be something that she didn’t seem to want.
Had I gone too far?
The moonlight reflected in her gray eyes, making them appear almost silver. I was enamored with them and wanted to see them look at me with that passion that we’d started with. But it wasn’t there any longer. There was hesitation, nervousness. It was written across her face, and her body had gone stiff.
I’d already left the best kind of marks all over her body. If she wasn’t interested in having sex full-on, I’d understand. I wasn’t going to force her. There had never been a moment where I’d wanted to force a woman to have sex with me. It was bad enough that my father had forced my first time. I was fully aware of what kind of impact that could have on someone.
The ground was cold against my skin, and a breeze passed over my bare back. I held myself up above her and inhaled deeply. She wasn’t looking at me anymore. I felt a surge of guilt. Maybe I’d made the situation worse by having her beneath me.
“Are you okay?” I asked. The silence was palpable. “We can stop, if you want.”
We were both breathless. As the silence passed, she raised her eyes to mine. I wasn’t sure what her expression meant, as it was one I’d never seen before. It reminded me of porcelain or glass. Vulnerability. It was there, and it was as though she realized just how exposed she was to the cool summer air in that dark shed. Even in just the moonlight, I could see the softness of her curves and the light pallor of her skin. She was beautiful.
Alessandra nodded slightly. She curled.
I wasn’t sure why she had suddenly changed. One minute, she was all over me, trying to rip into me, and right now, she couldn’t even bear to look at me. I wasn’t sure what to make of it. I dipped my hand in my pocket and pulled out the rubber. I figured she was probably afraid of pregnancy or diseases, which would make sense. I’d had sex with countless women, but I always made sure to use protection.
I tore out the rubber, and I didn’t have to struggle to put it on. I was already rock hard. I sheathed myself and turned to Alessandra, but I was wrong. That wasn’t what bothered her. She became even tenser as I edged closer to her. A thick strand of hair had dropped over her face. Gently, I tucked it behind her ear with my finger.
“What did I do wrong, Alessandra?”
She glanced at me and quickly averted her eyes once again. It was then that it dawned on me. Alessandra wasn’t afraid because of pregnancy or disease. No, it was because she had never been with a man.
“You haven’t done this before, have you?”
She shook her head. “No.”
I wasn’t surprised. Alessandra was a mafia princess, and mafia parents always tended to be overprotective of their daughters. Even my father, who was the cruelest man I knew, handled Natalia differently than he did his sons. Alessandra searched my eyes. I knew not what she was hoping to find, but whatever it was, I guess she found it. After that, she leaned closer to me.
I pulled back. I needed to know that she indeed wanted to have sex with me.
She edged even closer. “I’m okay.”
I nodded at her, and slowly, I moved closer to her. I realized if she hadn’t done this before, then she didn’t know how to go about it. I took her by her shoulder, and my other hand held gently to the back of her head, and I eased her down. Her eyes were fixed on me, constantly wondering what was going to happen next. As my body began to lean in over her, she became agitated. I touched my hand to the side of her face and told her to calm down. She inhaled and relaxed.
“Just look at me,” I whispered to her.
As slowly and passionately as I could, I slipped into her, and she made a soft groan with her eyes clenched. I imagined it was painful at first. I began to move gently. The way I touched Alessandra, the way I kissed her, how gently I moved in her—I had never been that way with any woman. The rush that was spreading through my body as I pressed harder into her, I had never felt with anyone.
I imagine the pain was gone. Either that or the pleasure of it had overshadowed it. Slowly, one of her hands clawed at my back and the other at my butt, ripping through my skin and pushing me harder into herself.
With every pull and every push and claw, she let out a soft moan that slowly got louder. I couldn’t hold it either. The feeling of me inside her and her smooth, tender body brushing against mine, it was overtaking my senses.
She pulled my head closer and shoved her tongue into my mouth. I sucked it. I sucked her lips, her nose, her eyes. I sucked every part of her that I could reach, and still, it wasn’t enough. As her moans got louder, her grip got tighter. I could feel her coming, but I wasn’t ready for things to end just yet. I pulled out suddenly, and her eyes widened as she realized it. She glared at me, wondering why I had done that, but the only answer I could give her was my lips on her breast. I felt her body jolt as the electricity of it spread from her soft succulent breast to the rest of her body. Before she could recover from that, my tongue slid down between her breast to her belly button, and I sucked.
Her belly vibrated as her chest rose and fell. With my hands tightened on either side of her thin, curvy hips, my tongue slid down between her legs, and it was then that she grabbed my hands with both her hands and tugged at my hair.
“Savio… Savio.”
“Should I stop?”
She moaned heavily and shoved my head harder between her legs. “No. Never.”
Despite that she hadn’t had a proper bath in a very long time, she still had the most beautiful smell. She smelled like a pink rose with lemon mint, and the scent lit up parts of my brain that I didn’t know could light up. It was as though fireworks were going off all over my body, and there were small black dots on the sides of my vision. I was engrossed in the feeling of having her, tasting her. It was different than what I’d felt before, and I wasn’t sure what to make of that.
Of all the women I’d been with, she was all-encompassing. The desire I was feeling was unrestrained, as though it was unnaturally toxic and perfect at the same time.
When she had begun to peak, vibrating all over with her eyes rolling back into her head, I moved my lips back to her lips, and she tasted even better. I felt her quiver in my hands, only making me want to fall into her harder. I slipped back into her and shoved into her until we peaked almost simultaneously. With my mouth opened, I let myself fall gently over her. She wrapped her hands and around me, and I did the same.
I rolled over and laid down for a while, both of us breathing heavily from the excitement of what we just shared. It was the greatest pleasure I had ever felt with a woman, and it was the most a woman had ever felt with me.
It was electrifying.
It was lightning.
