Her breath trembles. She fists my shirt as she trails her lips to my ear. “I want you to touch me.”
If my dick wasn’t fully awake, he is now, as if he heard the words and sprang into action like a soldier saluting its superior.
Rosetta Conti is not some random girl to take to bed on the first night. I’ve taken my time with her. Been on my best behaviour, treated her like a gentleman should. She’s royalty in the Italian crime circles, and if anyone knew my real identity, my brother would be left to avenge our mother alone.
My thumb strokes in small circular motions over the side of her breast.
Her body shivers against mine, but there’s no breeze in this secluded part of the lake, tucked away between dense foliage.
My thumb catches her pebbled nipple under her dress. “Is this where you want me to touch you?”
She gulps again, the air thick between us as we both take heavy breaths. “Down there.” She hides her face again and mumbles against my shirt. “I want you to be my first.”
My heart pumps wildly against my ribs, sending all the blood to my growing dick. I glide my hand over her generous hip and stretch over her thigh until my fingers find the hem of her dress. With my fingertips, I walk over her bare skin, navigating every dimple as I climb under the cotton material. “Here?” I stroke a finger over her cotton knickers that disappear to a V between her thick thighs clenched together.
Her head nods against my chest.
“Use your words, fiore mio.” I stroke the cotton material,and lift my head slightly, searching for the picnic blanket in the boat.
“Yes. Touch me there.” Both hands fist my shirt as she quivers at the side of me. “Please, Dan.”
Before I let myself get carried away, I lift myself and reach for the picnic blanket and place it over her, hiding her legs and waist. Then I return to my previous position, lying next to her in the rowing boat.
She lifts her head and rests it on my biceps as I slide my arm underneath her. The way she gazes up at me, biting into her bottom lip, waiting for me to touch her, has me leaking from the tip, but this isn’t about me. This is about giving her an experience she can remember and hold on to while she waits for me to come home to her.
“Relax,” I whisper as I hook a finger into her knickers and stroke the soft hair there before reaching lower. “Open your legs a little.”
She whimpers and hooks a leg over mine, allowing me to slip my hand farther between her thighs.
Cupping her plump little pussy has my stomach tightening and my balls aching. The heat from my body is that of an inferno, but I keep a cool exterior, concentrating on her pleasure.
“Eyes on me.” I kiss her flushed cheek, then her lips, before gazing back into her eyes full of wonder. My finger runs along her virgin seam and slips into her heat with ease. “Fuck. You’re soaked,” I whisper with my lips against hers.
“Oh. I’m sorry.” She fists my shirt again and hides her face against my chest.
My shoulders shake with a silent laugh. I can’t help but chuckle at how adorable she is.
Her thighs clench around my hand, her body tensing as her palms cover her face.
“Never apologise to me for being turned on.” I slide my fingers through her folds and around her little bundle of nerves. “Look at me.”
She looks up with tears pooling in the corner of eyes. “I’ve never done this before. Should I have shaved?”
“No. You’re perfect, just as you are.”
“But you laughed.”
“I shouldn’t have laughed, but it was only because you’re so fucking adorable, embarrassed at your own arousal, and I’m here making a fucking mess in my trousers.”
Her eyes widen. “You are?”
“Yeah, unzip me and see for yourself. If anyone should be embarrassed, it’s me. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve jerked myself off thinking about you.” I dip my head and claim her lips.
Her mouth is as soft and warm as her silky pussy walls. She slips a hand into my trousers and wraps her smooth palm around me. The sensation makes my eyelids flicker closed. I’ve been in the army so long, I’d forgot what a woman felt like.
“Dan,” she says with a breathy whisper against my lips, her thighs trembling around my hand. “What’s happening?” She squeezes her eyes shut as I flick the pad of my thumb over her swollen bud, my fingers crooked inside her dripping pussy.
“Open your eyes. Look at me.” I gaze into her blue irises as bright and clear as the sky. “Have you never made yourself come before?”
