Mine.
My dick is hard as rock, aching with need to be inside of her.
I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I do Emilia Conti, and I am no stranger to women. I've been with women before, but never dated anyone. A playboy in my own right, I never felt the need for a relationship, and perhaps that’s why my feelings for this woman terrify and confuse the hell out of me.
And still, I want her.
To be around her, inside her…with her.
I even want the things I know I cannot have, but that doesn’t stop me anyway.
“You were right,” she pants, and I bite down a groan when she rolls her hips over my erection. "Med school teaches us about human sexuality from a biological and psychological perspective, but not on how it’s supposed to feel. Not in so many details anyway."
“Are you asking me to teach you more?” I rasp, sliding my hand up her waist and tugging at her top. “This class will run for as long as you want it to.”
I tug her sweater over her shoulders andJesus Christ, she’s naked underneath. I toss the sweater away, my eyes on her luscious breasts, the soft pink of her nipples. Untouched. Young and so fucking sweet.
“But you should stop me, Emilia, before I take everything. Fuck baby, I want to bury my cock into your tight little pussy, claim you, and fill you with my cum so…stop me,” I groan, my cock jutting in my sweatpants and begging for release, the hot press of her drenched center only working to drive me insane. “I want everything.”
“You said you’d teach me what they couldn’t,” she whispers, her fingers sliding to my nape. I’m an animal on a leash as she pulls my head closer to those pebbled nipples. “Show me, Antonio, please.”
How could I resist that?
"Fuck!" I growl as I dip my head to her chest, groaning as I take a tight peak between my lips, rolling my tongue around the bud and hearing her sharp intake of breath. I suck lightly on her sensitive flesh, making her whine and writhe over me, rocking her pussy against my cock and driving me nearly to the brink. I push back to kiss the valley soft flesh between her breasts beforemoving to give the other nipple the same treatment, groaning at the heady taste of her, the sweet scent of her. "Touch me, Emilia. I need your hands on my cock.”
“Yes,” she whimpers, reaching between us and tugging at my drawstrings. I groan into her supple breast when her fingers curl around my cock and take me out, using both hands to stroke me. I expect her to stroke me like she did last night, but she lifts her hips and angles herself over my cock, her eyes locking with mine as I slowly understand what she’s trying to do.
“Emilia,” I choke out, pushing through the haze of need crowding my head as I look into the eyes of the beautiful woman whom I don’t deserve. I know I should stop, but I don’t think I can. She must see something in my eyes because she nods.
“I want this,” she whispers. I bite down a groan when she rubs my cock over her slit. Fucking hell. “I may not be experienced, but I know about sex.”
“Baby—”
My eyes damn near roll back when she presses my cock to her wet entrance and slowly sinks onto my shaft. I have never wanted anyone more in my life. And it's for that reason that I want to be careful with her, but Christ, where do I begin when she feels so fucking good? When her heat surrounding me is the best fucking feeling I have ever had in my entire life?
“Oh God,” she whimpers as her pussy opens to envelop my swollen cock, inch by inch as I sink into her. “You’re so big, Antonio. It’s…too much.”
And then I feel it—resistance. Her body fighting the intrusion despite how wet she is, despite how much she wants this. She sucks in a sharp breath and goes still, her fingers digging into my shoulders hard enough to leave marks. A small,pained sound escapes her lips, and reality crashes through the fog of lust.
She's a virgin. This is her first time, and I'm hurting her.
“Emilia.” I force myself to stop, every muscle in my body screaming in protest. My hands find her hips, holding her steady. “Baby, look at me.”
Her eyes flutter open, and I see the discomfort there, mixed with determination. She's biting her lip so hard I'm afraid she'll draw blood.
“We can stop,” I manage, even though the words feel like glass in my throat. “We don't have to—”
“No.” She shakes her head, her voice breathy but firm. “I want this. I want you. Just...give me a moment.”
I cup her face in my hands, forcing myself to breathe through the agonizing need to move. I watch her consciously relax her body, her breathing evening out. I stroke my thumbs across her cheekbones, pressing soft kisses to her forehead, her nose, the corners of her mouth—anything to distract her from the discomfort, to remind her that this is more than just physical.
After a moment that feels like an eternity, she shifts experimentally, sinking down another inch. She winces, and I grit my teeth against the urge to thrust up into her.
"You're doing so well," I murmur against her lips. "So fucking perfect."
"It's…it's getting better," she breathes, and when she rolls her hips tentatively, the pain in her expression starts to fade, replaced by something else. Something heated. "Oh... oh."
"That's it, baby." I slide my hands to her waist, guiding her into a slow rhythm. "Just like that."
