Taking a deep breath, she says, “No.”
She looks at me abashedly, as if she should be embarrassed by her lack of experience. But she shouldn’t be. It’s exactly what I had fucking hoped for.
“I’ve never done… anything with a man,” she says. “Made out with a few in college before we met, but that’s about as far as I’ve gotten.”
“Do you want to be touched the way that man is touching that woman?” I ask.
Liana’s eyes wander back to the couple. She doesn’t answer me, but her parted lips and shallow breaths tell me what I need to know.
Stepping behind her, I wrap my arms around her waist. The heat from her skin radiates off her, burning into me with a desire I need to fulfill.
The man is now standing on the side of the bed, pounding into the woman while she plays with her tits.
I slide my hand up the front of Liana’s robe, over her bare stomach. Her breath hitches and she tenses.
“Relax,mia moglie. Let me show you what you’ve been missing out on all these years.”
“B-but won’t people see?” A slight panic laces her tone.
“It’s dark back here and there’s only one other couple at the other end of the hallway. Besides, you think I’d ever allow another man to see what I’m about to do to you?”
“Whatareyou going to do to me?” she breathes out.
“Well, that’s entirely up to you,mia moglie. I won’t do anything your body’s not already begging me to do.”
“W-we can’t,” she says, but her strangled words tell me otherwise.
I continue the trail up her body, grazing the valley of her beautiful breasts. Goosebumps follow in their path until my hand is wrapped around the front of her neck.
She stops breathing again, but the rhythmic pounding of her heart tells me she’s fully aware of what’s about to happen… and she’s excited.
“I think we can,mia moglie, and even better, I think you want to. The way your body reacts to my touch. It’s begging for more.”
The woman in front of us lets out a long moan as the man continues thrusting into her, and when she’s come down from her orgasm, he pulls out, flips her over so she’s on her hands and knees, and slams back into her. Her moans start back up like they never stopped.
Leaving my one hand wrapped around Liana’s neck, I take my other hand and slide it under her lace robe. “Do you want someone to take care of you the way he’s taking care of that woman in there?”
My hand rests on the smooth skin of her stomach, just above her lace panties, and I trace the delicate material with the pad of my thumb.
Liana lets out a shaky breath, but she doesn’t answer me.
“Use your words,mia moglie,” I coax.
She lets out a breath and finally says, “M-maybe.”
I chuckle, the movement making my erect cock brush up against her. She gasps and straightens her spine.
“I’m going to ask you again, but I want an actual answer this time,” I mutter into her ear, playing with the hem of her panties. “Do you want to be fucked like that woman in there? Do you want your husband to make you cry out in pleasure just like she’s doing right now?”
Liana trembles in my arms when she says, “Yes,” and it fucking excites me, knowing she’s already so turned on.
I angle us so no one down the hall can see what I’m doing to my girl, then slide my hand down her panties.
“I fucking love that no man has ever touched you like this before,” I growl out. “That my fingers will be the only ones to ever be inside you.”
“Technically, my fingers have been inside of me before,” she breathes out.
I chuckle, cupping her pussy, and yank her into me. “Moving forward, you’re no longer allowed to touch yourself unless I say so, got it?”
