I’m so completely confused. I know what to expect. When I was getting married, Mom took me aside and explained that if I just did as my husband said, it would all go easier. My first experience would be considered gentle in comparison to the other times. The day my Dad named my sister’s husband his successor, Aurelio went crazy and took it out on me. I thought he would kill me that night.
There was no need for him to be “nice,” as he said. That night, he took me harshly. I was hurting so badly that the only way I survived was to shut down my mind as he got off. After that, he would only seek me out when Dad mentioned grandchildren. Any other time, his whores were his preference.
Kissing was not something that Aurelio often did. And when he did, it was when he was drunk and sloppy. I hated doing it. Yet when Alessio asked me to kiss him, something inside me lit up. Yes, I was scared, but more excited.
I still taste him on my lips. I didn’t expect his lips to be so soft, and when he parted them, I brazenly let my tongue slip in. When he deepened the kiss, I wanted more and pressed closer. His fingers on my thigh surprised me at first. Alessio’s hand was gentle, and as he guided it upward, I was silently willing him to keep going.
Being lifted in his arms was the most singular moment of romance I’ve ever experienced. I clung to him like he was my lifeline. I wanted to go on kissing forever. I was feeling good all over. I had butterflies in my belly, but the good kind.
Freezing up was a knee-jerk reaction when he slipped his thigh between my legs. Immediately, my mind recalled the callousness of how Aurelio took my virginity the first night, and I prepared for the same. I didn’t expect Alessio to stop, let alone have a sex talk.
I’m still mulling it all over when Alessio returns, a towel wrapped around his waist. I can’t tear my eyes away. His chest is so broad, and his abs are prominently on display. I want to run my hands over them. My eyes peruse him to the tips of his toes, and I find even them sexy. My mouth goes dry when I meet his gaze. His eyes are twinkling, and he has a sexy smile on his lips.
“That’s good, gattina.” He lets the towel fall to the floor and slips into bed, naked.
I clear my throat and ask, “What’s good?”
He turns toward me, an elbow on the mattress, his head resting in his hand. He pulls me over to lie next to him and looks down on me. “It’s good that you like what you see.” He spreads my hair out over the pillow, then traces his hand around the shell of my ear and down the column of my neck.
I’m holding my breath, waiting for what comes next. Those delicious butterflies are floating with anticipation once more. He lowers his head, pressing his forehead to mine. His lips touch the tip of my nose, then he trails soft kisses over my cheek. I wait for it. I want it. I want his mouth on mine. I part my lips, eagerly awaiting more.
Then it happens, a kiss, with a promise of things to come. There’s a slight hesitation before his mouth moves unhurriedly over mine. A second to engage all my senses to memorize and lock away this moment. It starts with a quick peck of soft pursed lips, followed immediately by a hungry open mouth. Wet and hot. Plundering my mouth until I’m hanging on for dear life, pulling him closer, wanting to feel the heat of his body against mine. When Alessio finally breaks away, my lips feel swollen and puffy and desperate for more.
He falls onto his back and tucks me close to his side. My arm lands on his chest, itching to slide down his body, following the line running downward toward the chiseled vee. Shyness overcomes me, and instead, I listen to our breathing returning to normal.
“I like what I see too, gattina,” he says, then adds, “Sleep. Tomorrow will come soon enough.”
Alessio
Josie shifts beneath my touch. In her sleepy haze, my name escapes her mouth in a whisper. Waking with a woman next to me is a first. The only other time that’s occurred was when I woke and found Josie in the chair by my bedside, holding my hand as I recovered from my wound.
This time, she’s wearing a flimsy covering and the tiniest of panties. Throughout the night, the nightie rose, exposing her creamy thighs. The temptation is too much to ignore. Letting my tongue roam her left thigh, I nip and lick as I spread her legs farther apart. I can tell she’s waking up. She writhes beneath me. If she’s this gorgeous now, I can’t wait to see her come for me, and I decide that I’ll be the one to give her her first orgasm.
I place my mouth over her soaked panties. With a gasp of surprise, her body jolts as Josie’s fingers entwine in my hair, and she tugs to pull me away. All it does is entice me further.
Now fully awake, she cries out my name. “Alessio!” I suck gently, her panting urging me forward, her hand holding me to her now. I fucking love how responsive she is.
“Relax, Josie. Lie back and let me play with my wife.” I keep my eyes locked on hers as I continue to tease her pussy. Tugging the gusset of her panties to one side, I tongue fuck her sweet core.
“No. No.” Her head thrashes from side to side. I’m so hard that I rub my cock against the mattress at the sound of her racking moans. “I don’t—I can’t,” she groans. Her breathing is fast and labored. She’s so close to the edge.
“Let go, gattina. Let me hear my kitten purr,” I murmur against her pussy, then go back to eating her out, loving the taste of her juices in my mouth. When I hit the G-spot with my fingers, her muscles tense, her back arches, and Josie lets out a satisfied mewl, her body spasming. But it’s her eyes that captivate me. Burning into mine, they allow me to see her as I’ve always dreamed. Free-falling off the ledge, right here in my arms.
Slowly, her tremors subside as I continue kissing her inner thighs and taking her panties completely off. I settle between her thighs, resting my arms on either side of her head while she’s still riding the last of her high. I kiss her deeply, long and wet, losing myself in her, knowing I can do this all day and never tire of her. As she wraps her arms around my neck, I tell her, “Legs around my waist, baby.” She acquiesces, locking around me tight.
I inch inside her warm pussy while continuing to kiss her. Fuck me, she’s tight and hot. Her core clenches around my cock, and I swear I’m gonna blow my load before I’m fully in her. I find my rhythm, moving in and out of her tight pussy. Josie’s climbing the same euphoric mountain, whispering nonsensical words in my ear, then burying her head in my neck as her nails scratch down my back. My kitten is showing her claws. I fucking love it. The hint of pain is even more of an aphrodisiac, urging me closer to my release.
I want to take it up a notch and fuck her hard and fast, but my girl needs soft and slow this time. I give her what she needs and revel in her expression as she comes for me once more. I take in the show before I enjoy my own release.
Josie clings to me. Normally, once the deed is done, I’m quick to get the hell out. Now, holding her to me, I roll us so that Josie is splayed over me. She lays her head down, and her dark hair tickles my bare chest. I run my hand over her back. She’s very quiet. I begin to wonder if I hurt her.
“Gattina?”
“Mmmm,” she sighs contentedly. I chuckle as she snuggles deeper.
“No need to ask if you’re good, I see,” I tease, stroking her soft, thick hair.
Josie rests her chin on her hands. Her eyes gaze into mine. “Is it always like this?” she asks. Her cheeks are pink both from shyness and the afterglow of what we’ve just done.
“It should be.” I prop a hand behind my head so I can look down at her. “Chemistry is a factor. It also depends on the two people involved. We make a good combination.” I give her a grin.
“So, you enjoyed yourself?”
“I don’t fake it, baby. We’ll get inventive, creative, but I’ll never hurt you,” I assure her. I hate that we have to get up and leave this room, but I have both Nostra Casa and La Famiglia coming by before they head back. “We have guests for lunch. As much as I’m enjoying our time together, I have a business to run. I’m afraid it’s time to get up.”
“Of course.” Josie shuffles off me.
I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and force myself to get up, away from the alluring beauty in my arms. I can’t resist and place my fists on either side of her hips as she sits up. I take her mouth one last time, hard and fast.
“We’ll be doing this again very soon, gattina.”
“When?” she blurts.
I laugh louder and harder than I ever have before. Josie joins in with her sweet giggle. I can’t remember the last time I laughed. Not forced, but a real laugh that hurts my cheeks and flows all the way through me.