He brings me a towel and helps me out, cocooning me. He takes me back to the bed.
"Thank you. For this." He takes my hand and brings it to his lips for a light kiss.
As I look into his eyes, I find myself hypnotized.
"Don't leave. Stay with me, please."
"Lina, you have no idea what you're asking."
"I do... I want this. I want you."
For the first time, I want to be in control of what happens with my body. And God do I want him. He's all that's kind and good and I don't even know what I've done to deserve him.
He's simply everything.
My fingers caress his cheek and I lean forward to lay a kiss on his lips, wanting to show him how much I want this.
"Are you sure?" He asks me, his voice barely above a whisper.
I nod.
"Please."
His hand comes up my neck and he cups my jaw, drawing me into his kiss. I part my lips to allow him inside, my tongue seeking his.
I fall back on the bed, taking him with me. My towel's hanging open, and I try to fit my body to his, wanting to feel closer.
His hands start tracing down my ribcage and I shiver from the feather-like touch.
"Do you have protection?" I suddenly remember to ask. I know he's said he wants children in the future, but I don't want to assume he meant in the near future.
He lifts his head for a fraction, his pupils so dilated his eyes are almost back.
"No." He pauses. "But I'm clean. I haven't been with anyone in over a decade." His words surprise me. I'd never imagined a man like Marcello would be celibate for that long. But given his problem with touch... I see how that might impact things. And it makes me feel incredibly honored he's sharing this part of himself with me.
"Me neither." I reply. "I've never made love before." I blush at the words and instinctively I lower my head in embarrassment. Technically, I can't even say I've had sex before... not with how my first and only time went, or how little I remember of it.
"Hey," He tips my head up. "I've never made love either. I may have been with others before, but it wasn't... pleasant." A small grimace appears on his face. "So this is a first for both of us, ok?"
"Ok." I barely breathe the word out before his mouth is on mine once more. He kisses me for what seems like forever before he moves up, trailing kisses all over my face – my nose, my temples, my forehead.
"I can pull out. I know there is still a risk but..."
"No, don't. I want you, all of you." I want to be his and I want him to be mine. Any children we may have would be nothing but a blessing.
His expression softens at my words and he regales me with the most precious smile I've ever seen. My heart is about to burst in my chest.
Marcello lifts himself up and before I can protest he removes his shirt. I may have seen his torso before, but I'd been trying very hard not to stare. Now I can look to my heart's content. He takes my hand and spreads it onto the plane of his stomach, urging me to touch him. I move tentatively at first, exploring the hard ridges of his stomach, the strong feel of his skin – so different than mine. Just as I'm gaining more confidence, he stops me, placing a last kiss on my knuckles before spreading me on the bed.
His mouth is everywhere, and the sensation is overwhelming. A whimper escapes my lips when he reaches my breasts, sucking a nipple in his mouth. Is this how it's supposed to be done? The thought immediately goes out the window as he plays my body like a maestro. He touches and I respond. But then he goes lower, over my stomach, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. And lower, until...
That can't be right, can it?
His breath fans over my most private place and I start shivering again. He parts my thighs to accommodate his shoulders.
"Marcello!" His name on my lips starts as a question, but as his tongue meets my flesh it ends on an exclamation.
I'm partially scandalized, partially intrigued.
"God, Lina, you taste so good. Better than I could have ever imagined."
He's kissing me slowly, savoring me and bringing me to the brink of oblivion. Of their own accord, my hands get tangled in his hair, urging him on.
He captures a spot between his teeth and he alternates between sucking and nibbling, each action making me lose control of my limbs.
"Oh, Marcello... that feels..." I gasp.
Like a crescendo, he stimulates my body until it starts spasming, ending in a blissful symphony.
My eyes burst wide open, wonder filling my entire being.
I think I heard angels sing.
But then I come down, my hands grasping onto Marcello's arms and holding tight. My breathing is labored as I ask.
"What was that?" I huff out, feeling languid but amazed at the same time.
"The most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life." He replies, tenderness in his eyes.
He moves back and raises himself long enough to take off his pants and underwear.
And he's... naked.
I want to shield my eyes, heat travelling up my neck once again.
Sensing my reaction, Marcello touches my face softly.
"We can stop if you want."
"No." I shake my head vigorously. I want this. It's just the first time I'm seeing...
I force myself to look at him. It's Marcello. My darling Marcello. There's nothing to be afraid of. I focus my gaze on his chest, and then slowly, I let it wander downward, towards the v of his stomach, and to the hard length twitching in my direction.
"That can't possibly fit!" I unconsciously blurt out, my eyes wide in horror. I know how this works, and there is no way that thing will fit inside of me. Lord, it must be the length of my forearm. Remembering the pain from last time I instinctively back away.
"It will fit, I promise you." Marcello says, and taking my hand, he lowers it between my legs.
"Feel this? How wet you are for me?" My fingers dip inside my slick folds and I realize what he means. If he weren't so smug about it, I'd be feeling embarrassed by the amount of dampness I encounter.
He moves closer to me, replacing my fingers with his own, stroking me up and down. "You're so soaked, you're going to take me inside of you like the good girl you are." His voice is so smooth I can't help but nod.
It's like I'm in a trance as I open my arms and legs, inviting him in.
He blankets me with his body and I can feel that part of him close to my center.
"Relax, don't be afraid. I'll take care of you." Marcello whispers in my hair, his fingers tracing my cheek.
I gulp down on my anxiety.
"I'm not afraid. Not with you."
Never with you.
He enters me slowly. There's no pain as he surges forward and stretches me.
"Oh!" I wrap my legs around his back, tilting my pelvis forward and taking him even deeper.
It's... wonderful.
"Fuck!" He mutters. "You feel so good, Lina. You were made for me." He rasps against my ear. Once he's fully seated he pauses, letting me accommodate to his size.
"Tell me I can move." He voice is pained and I see how tense he is.
"Please!" I urge him, wrapping my hands around his back and bringing his chest in contact with my breasts. The added friction is delicious as we move together.