Page 40 of Merciless Queen (Moretti Mafia #1)

Harlow

When I decided to do this after she left my room, I half expected her to dismiss me and send me packing. Now that I was naked in her bed, I had no idea what I was doing. I knew I wanted her when I thought about her while my hand was between my thighs and she was a repeat in my dreams.

It didn’t matter if she was cold and distant at times.

The moments she showed me affection, my heart screamed.

But now, we were taking a bigger step into treacherous waters.

I never had sex where I enjoyed it, but she slept with many people before me.

I wanted this to feel good for the both of us, not just me.

I walked to the bed, and she pushed me onto the soft mattress. “Tonight, I am going to give you all the pleasure that you need. I’m going to use my mouth and fingers. I’m going to taste you and bring you pleasure.”

I nodded, looking at how beautiful she looked. She didn’t look skittish or jumpy like me. She looked confident and ready, like she couldn’t wait to sink her teeth into me.

“If you need me to stop, say so. You don’t need a safe word tonight for what we are doing. If you tell me to stop, I will.”

I scrunched my nose. “What’s a safe word?”

“That is something for another time. Now spread your legs for me, princess.” I obeyed and spread my legs wide. “Quella è la mia brava ragazza,” she said in Italian. That was hot. “I’m not rushing tonight. You deserve to be cherished, and that is exactly what I’ll do.”

She crawled on top of my body, crushing me with hers as she slammed her lips to mine in a passionate, hungry kiss.

For the first time in years, I was not petrified of the person on top of me.

I was not on the verge of tears, screaming and begging for someone to stop.

I wanted to beg, but not for her to stop.

The burning desire deep inside me was screaming.

I needed her. I could finally sink into the way she felt.

Why was she so perfect, and why couldn’t this be real?

A throaty moan escaped my lips at the intensity of this kiss. Did I make that noise? I didn’t even recognize myself, but this felt amazing. Could someone come just from naked kisses? I wrapped my arms around her neck, allowing myself to sink into her, a subtle way of letting her know I was okay.

She pulled away, looking at me with an intense gaze in her green eyes, both our chests heaving as we caught our breath. “Are you ready?”

I nodded frantically. “I need you. Please. Please, Caterina.”

Caterina trailed her tongue down my jawline, my neck, my collarbone, and my breasts.

Her mouth was magic, and I already knew she would destroy me in the best possible way.

She got comfortable between my thighs, spreading me wide.

Her teeth dug into my inner thigh, sending pleasure straight to my clit.

Her lips brushed against the brand, sending a shiver up my spine before his face flashed in the back of my mind.

My eyes squeezed shut, my breathing becoming more erratic.

Caterina pulled away, her pointer finger tracing a heart on my thigh.

I take a deep breath. He would not take this from me.

I deserved pleasure, and goddamn it I would take it.

“Do I need to stop?”

I shook my head. “I’m okay. The brand?—”

“Means nothing. He is not in control and your body is not his.”

Tears swelled in my eyes. She didn’t realize how much I needed that, especially in such a vulnerable position. “Please, continue. I want to enjoy this. Please.”

She licked, kissed, and nipped my inner thighs before she kissed the center of my pussy.

Her tongue pressed against my clit, teasing at first, before she wrapped her lips around me and sucked hard.

A moan escaped my lips as my head fell back.

Caterina’s tongue flattened over my pussy, dragging all the way up, swirling around my clit, before moving back down and repeating the process again and again.

Flashes of faces danced across my mind and my body tensed, which made her stop. I refused to let them take this from me. “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay, please keep going.”

She didn’t question me and moved to kiss my inner thighs again.

It was Caterina. I wanted this. I wanted the pleasure—deserved the pleasure.

I kept repeating the mantra in my head— I am safe, and sex is supposed to feel good .

Caterina was so sweet with me, waiting for me to consent before doing anything, so I knew I didn’t have to be afraid of her hurting me—not physically, anyways.

I peeked down at her, and holy hell, she looked absolutely sinful. “Oh.”

Her lips wrapped around my clit and she sucked hard, making my entire body jolt. This felt amazing. I never knew oral could be this wonderful and pleasing. It wasn’t like I had anything to compare it to. This was…I didn’t have words for the way this felt.

This was just her tongue? This should’ve been considered art—given I didn’t think this could ever be framed in a museum unless it was an erotic exhibit. She was like an artist, focused on perfecting a masterpiece, and in this case, the final product was an orgasm that sent me to the stars.

She ravaged me like an impecunious person finally getting substance after decades of being deprived.

Her mouth sucked, nipped, and teased my most sensitive parts in rotating motions, quickly sending me closer and closer to the edge of nirvana.

She sucked my clit into her mouth, giving the needy bundle of nerves a hard suck which sent me over the edge, and my eyes rolled back as my hands tangled into the soft duvet.

“Oh, God!” I screamed as I came violently, my orgasm slamming through me like a runaway train.

My hips bucked, but she held me down with a bruising force and continued to devour me even as my orgasm continued to rip through my body.

It felt like I was having a mini seizure with the way my body was shaking with release.

When she finally removed her lips, I collapsed into a breathless heap. “I…Wow. How?”

She laughed, pulling away from me. “That’s exactly how sex should feel. Thank you for allowing me to please you.”

“Y-You’re thanking me? Shouldn’t I be thanking you?”

She grinned, pushing my sweaty hair away from my face. “You allowed me the pleasure of having you. You trusted me enough to bring you pleasure, so yes. Thank you for this very generous gift.” A tear slid down my cheek. I quickly wiped my eyes, but she saw it. “What is it?”

“I-I shouldn’t like it.” My lip trembled. “You made me come and I liked it.”

“Hey, pleasure should feel good. It shouldn’t be forced. Come here.” She pulled me up in her bed and pulled me into her arms. God, I felt stupid. I was crying over an orgasm. “Your feelings are valid, bellissima . Breathe for me.”

“I don’t know why I’m crying. I liked it. I wanted it. Why can’t I enjoy it?”

She tucked my hair behind my ear, her hand cupping my cheek. “It’s okay. Let's take a bath. Let me take care of you.”

Caterina held me as the water enveloped us.

I knew sex would feel different when I was with someone I trusted, but why couldn’t I lean into her and enjoy my pleasure?

Vincenzo had a firm grip on me still, and I wanted to be okay.

Caterina kissed my shoulder. She was treating me like I was more than just my body. Was that why I felt guilty?

“What are you thinking about? I know I’m not Serena, but sex also involves aftercare.”

“I liked it. The pleasure was perfect, but I felt guilty for enjoying it. My pleasure was taken from me for years. If I had an orgasm, there was guilt that followed.”

She pulled her arms around me and kissed my shoulder. “You have nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about, bellissima . We never have to try again, or we can move at your pace. You have the power and control over your own body, and it would be my honor to help you, if you want me to.”

There was a lump in my throat, and I knew I needed to change the topic before I started sobbing again. “So, we’re getting married tomorrow?” It seemed like an appropriate time to talk about our wedding.

“Yes.”

“Is there anything I should be prepared for? Family or friends? Exes?”

“Family won’t be an issue. They’ve waited for me to get married for a while.

My aunt Petunia will ask when we’re having kids.

Ignore her. There will be a few people who give us a side eye for a gay marriage.

As for exes, none of them are worth the hassle.

I didn’t really date anyone. It’s been a lot of bed warmers, especially after my mother died.

So someone will be jealous, but don’t let them bother you. ”

“Thank you for tonight, Caterina. I’m sorry it wasn’t exactly magical.”

“If you enjoyed it, that’s all that matters. Thank you.”