I bump my hips against the mattress, my cock leaking steadily behind my zipper as I pleasure the woman who stole my heart from the moment I met her. I worship her pussy, licking her clit until I feel her thighs begin to tremble and her breath become ragged.
“Luca!” she cries. I feel her pussy quiver against my tongue with the threat of her orgasm, so I wrap my lips around her clit in gentle suction. She tenses against me seconds before a scream tears from her throat. She writhes helplessly on the bed, rough tremors rolling through her body, but I hold her down, eating her out like her pussy’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted—and she is. Better than any dessert her magic fingers could create.
“Luca. Luca, oh God. Luca!” she chants as I continue sucking, her stomach seizing again with another climax. I lick her through it before finally pulling back and slowly climbing off the bed.
Her thighs are still trembling as I take her in, chest heaving and sweat beading on the curve of her breasts. Those lidded eyes stay on mine as I start to strip, tearing off my T-shirt and then my jeans. Her eyes follow my hands, and I notice them widen with shock when I free my aching cock from my briefs and it springs free, the crown red and leaking pre-cum.
For her.
Always for her.
Her nervous eyes meet mine when I climb back onto the bed and settle between her thighs. I take her hand and bring itto my cock. “Feel how hard I am for you, baby?” I rasp, groaning when her fingers close around my shaft. “Fuck, I could come just watching you.”
I lean down and brush my mouth over hers, letting her taste her arousal clinging to my lips, the chocolate mousse on my tongue. “Do you have any idea how many nights I went back home after guarding you all day and got myself off just thinking about you?” I brush my lips over her jaw and down to her neck, nuzzling her skin with the tip of my nose, trying and failing to get a firm grip on my control. “I want you so bad, baby.”
“Luca,” she whispers. When I don’t immediately respond, she cups my face and pulls it back to hers. She bites her lip as our eyes collide in the most intimate of ways. “I…I need to tell you something.”
There are nerves in her voice. I can hear them. And despite my desperate need to be inside of her, I give her time to collect herself, anticipating her next words.
“I'm a virgin.”
I drop my forehead against hers as desire surges in my stomach. Of course I knew she was a virgin. Hell, I figured it out on the first night in that maze. The hesitant way she kissed me, how surprised she was when I brought her pleasure. I figured at the very least that she didn’t have much experience, and the thought of being her first—her only. Christ, it drives me to madness.
She makes me want to protect her innocence. Put it in a bottle and guard it forever. But at the same time, I want to corrupt her. Make love to her until she grows to need my cock and wants it like a drug. With as much desperation as I want her.
“I know, baby,” I whisper, brushing my lips softly over hers. “Let me take care of you. I'll make it so good. I promise.”
“You knew?” she asks, surprised. “And you still want me?”
“I couldn’t want you more if I tried, Matilde. Virgin or not, you’re the only woman I want,” I whisper, seeking her mouth with mine. I grip my cock and guide it to her wet entrance, rubbing against her folds and gathering her arousal onto my tip. “You’re the only one I’ll ever want.”
“Really?” she whispers, her eyes trusting when they meet mine. So wide and innocent. So fucking beautiful.
“So precious,” I breathe, watching her face as I inch my cock into her tightness. She grips my shoulders and winces in discomfort when I slide deeper into her. I pause, kissing her mouth and waiting until she relaxes around me, heat spreading where our bodies are joined.
“Mine,” I growl as I ignore the burning ache in my balls, inching deeper into her, spreading her tightness until I touch the thin veil of her innocence. I plant my mouth firmly over hers in silent apology for what I am about to do before pressing forward and making her cry out against my lips as I bury my cock deep inside her.
“Luca,” she whimpers, her eyes glistening with tears that tug at my heart. “Oh God, it hurts!”
Fuck.
“I'm sorry, baby,” I say raggedly, even as my chest aches with the need to soothe. Comfort. I kiss her jaw, cheeks, and lips, fighting to ignore how fucking tight she is, squeezing my cock and tugging me toward an edge I am not ready for. Fuck, she’s so tight.
“I’ll make it better baby,” I whisper, dropping my hand between us to circle her clit as I kiss her gently. She moans into the kiss, slowly rocking her hips against my finger. I hold still,letting her move as I tease her clit and feel her breath come in shallow gasps.
“Luca,” she moans, my name so sexy on her lips. “Oh God, I’m so close.”
I kiss her mouth, moving my middle finger faster on her clit, and seconds later, her breath catches. I bite back a roar as her pussy squeezes my cock hard, pulsing roughly around me as she climaxes. “Fuck,” I groan, dropping my elbow above her head as I slowly rock into her still-pulsing heat. It’s heaven. I stop when my balls tighten and threaten to explode, breathing through my mouth as I fight for control.
“Don’t stop,” Matilde whispers, cupping my jaw and pulling my mouth back down to hers. “Need you.”
I pull my hand from between her legs to grip her thighs, fingers digging into her skin as I struggle for control, rocking gently into her. She gasps and moans as my cock thrusts in and out of her tight heat, stroking gently into her. “You’re so fucking tight,biscottina,” I growl, pulling out before sinking back in. We both groan at the sensation.
“I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you. Every inch of you is beautiful, Matilde.” I keep my eyes locked on hers as I rock into her, falling deeper for a woman I didn’t know I needed but has somehow become my life.
“You. Are. Mine.”
“Oh my God,” she cries out, her head falling back when I start to thrust faster into her, nails digging into my shoulder and body trembling under mine. Her mouth parts in ragged breaths, and her eyes roll back as I move inside her. I drink it all in—every single expression she makes—filing it away so I'll always remember our first time together.
