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“Again,” he orders.
“I’m you… Oh, God…” His thumb is rubbing fast circles around my clit.
“Finish that sentence, or I’m going to stop right now,” he whispers into my ears, sucking the shell into his warm mouth.
“I’m yours, Valentino. I’m yours.”
“Good girl.”
His praise goes straight into my head, and I burst into a violent orgasm, my eyes rolling back, my body shaking with the intensity of the pleasure filling every cell in my body. The earth below me scratches sensuously at my overly sensitive skin, and above me, the sky turns the most stunning russet red. It is a moment I will never forget.
Valentino laughs. “Someone likes being called a good girl,” he says huskily as he starts to take my dress off. I let him undress me until I’m buck naked before him.
“Valentino,” I call, basking in his admiring gaze. “F-fuck me.”
“You’re going to be the death of me, my little pearl,” he says and lowers his head to suck one nipple into his mouth. I gasp at the shock of pleasure, my hands sinking into his hair to hold him in place. I want his mouth on my breast, but I also want it on my sex. I want it everywhere.
He sucks and licks the pebbled tip, lavishing it with attention until it’s as hard as an olive stone. Then, he moves to the other bud. As he gives that one equal attention, his fingers crawl down my body and sink into my wetness. I spread my legs wider.
“Good girl,” he murmurs with my nipple in his mouth, and I moan, coating his finger with my juices.
He pulls out his finger coated with slickness and sucks it into his mouth. He closes his eyes with pleasure, and I almost climax to see him enjoy my taste. Valentino is such a sexual man, and everything he does is an incredible turn-on.
“I dreamed of this taste last night,” he murmurs. “Here.” He sinks his fingers into me again, and this time, he slips it past my lips. I suck hard, and Valentino shakes his head in wonder at the sight of me sucking his fingers.
“Fuck it,” he mutters suddenly, and spreading my thighs further apart, he sinks his head between them and drinks my arousal as if his life depends on it. I lose control of my moans, forgetting where I am. I don’t care who hears me; I only care about how good I feel. Valentino sucks and licks my clit simultaneously until I’m near another orgasm.
“Valentino, please.” I tug at his thick silky hair. “I need you inside me.”
“Don’t say it like that,” he mutters, hovering above me while one hand unzips his fly. “It makes me want to fuck you like a ragdoll. I’m trying to be gentle here.”
My eyes widen when his massive cock springs free. Wow! All of that! Inside me!
I blush when he positions himself at the apex of my sex, but when he tries to push inside me, I gasp with surprise at the sharp pain that blossoms suddenly between my legs. You’d never imagine a psychopathic criminal like my father would be religious, but he was. Shockingly so. My upbringing was deeply Catholic and terribly strict. I was dropped off and picked up outside my school and under the guise of protection, I was chaperoned everywhere I wanted to go.
The only close contact with the opposite sex I had was with Thomas and only because we worked together on a college project. Our secret relationship grew slowly and never progressed beyond holding hands and a few stolen kisses. Porn was not allowed in my house, and all I knew of sex were from the stories of my girlfriends. They started early and spoke of it casually, giving it no more importance than a bodily function. So, I never imagined sex could be this painful.
Valentino freezes above me. His gaze roams my face and there’s a torturous look on his. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I lost my mind.” He kisses my forehead. “I’m sorry, baby. I hurt you.”
I shake my head. Inside I’m dying of embarrassment. “It’s just a little pain.”
“What was I thinking? Doing it here for your first time.” He sounds unbelievably ashamed and I have to blink to be sure that this is the same Valentino. Is it possible that he is actually concerned he might have hurt me? The thought shocks me. In my head wisps of Nonna Fabiola’s words appear in my head. Every moment… precious… grab them…
I put my hands on his firm buttocks to stop him from coming out of me. “It’s okay. I want my first time to be here under this fabulous purple sky.”
“Are you sure?” he asks, doubt floating like clouds in his beautiful eyes.
I nod. “Honestly, I’m fine. Really. I’m ready.”
“Okay. I’ll be gentle,” he promises, kissing my forehead again. “The pain will be over in a second. Breathe in and relax.”
Slowly, he pushes inside me again, breaks through the slight barrier, and impales himself inside me. He was right, the pain has abated. My eyes are wide at the sensation of being so incredibly stretched and filled. It is wonderful. I never imagined it could feel this way. I start to feel him pulsing inside, and new sensations of pleasure arise.
“Are you okay?” he asks, gazing anxiously into my eyes.
“Yes,” I gasp, full of wonder. “I’m completely fine. Completely. This is actually amazing. I really like it. I think we’re going to be doing a lot of this.”
He smiles at my enthusiasm, then starts to move slowly, pulling out and pushing back in. Pleasure intensifies. So this is it? This is what sex is all about. No wonder empires are lost for this. I can do this with Valentino all day, every day, for the rest of my life.