I clutched the thick, bulging head, stroking up the shaft and watched her eyes widen as I positioned myself over her and placed my balls on her mouth, pulling at my dick, making her watch, until I was ready to have her lips around me.
“Open your mouth, Eva. There’s pre-cum leaking out for you.” She did as told, and I thrust the tip inside. “That’s a good girl. Suck.”
Eva pulled at me, and her cheeks hollowed. “Fuck, just like that baby.” I was going to come if I let her keep it up, and that wasn’t how this was going down.
Eva wriggled her hips from side to side on the table beneath me. Grabbing myself just under the head, I stroked halfway, speeding up and passing over the entire length. “See how hard you make me, baby?”
“Why did you stop fucking my mouth?” she asked.
Instead of answering, I wrapped my hand more firmly around my thickness, and pulled down so the skin pulled tight, tip bulging, the hole opening. Another drip formed at the tip and I let it fall to Eva’s lips, and watched greedily as she lapped it up.
I stopped.
“What’s wrong?” She asked.
“Gonna come.” I untied her right hand. “If I’m coming, you’re coming. Let me see you touch yourself.”
It’s an order. Heat scorched my groin when she followed it. She slid her fingers over her stomach, and I watched as she pinched, pulled and stroked her beautiful clit.
I moved closer to appreciate the view, and the slick, wet sounds of her fingering herself drove me mad. The sight caused the pressure to build in my cock, and I started yanking on it to ease the ache.
“Come with me, Roberto,” Eva purred, her fingers moved at a frantic pace. I watched as her hips thrust and toes curled, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
“Fuck baby,” I moaned.
My orgasm hit me like a metal slug to the gut. I arched my back and the first spurt shot out and landed with a heavy sound, frosting her right nipple. I groaned, maneuvering to coat her breasts and belly with the rest of my hot seed and gritted my teeth against the force of my climax.
Still semi-hard, I used my cock to paint my essence across her skin, marking her as mine. “Feel what you’ve done to me, Eva? I’m still hard for you—you’ve bewitched me with your touch.”
She didn’t just give me herself; she gave me the freedom to be myself. Whether or not she knew it, I’d make her my queen.
She’d bare her soul to me.
Even if I had to force her.
21
Eva
Roberto was acting totally weird.
Conversation normally flowed between us, but his icy air of command impeded chit chat during our drive to the coast where he said we’d spend the weekend. He turned sideways and leveled an icy gaze at me, and I shrank from it.
His air of cold detachment freaked me out. “What’s going on, Roberto? You’re not acting like yourself. Are you upset with me for something?”
It was too early in our relationship for silence and resentment. We didn’t know each other well enough for that.
He sped around a curve on the edge of the mountain range. The private stretch of ocean that came into view stunned me into silence with its streaks of brilliant blues and greens. A long line of brown pelicans danced their way across the surf.
“That’s the Moretti compound. See it jutting from that outcropping down the shoreline? You can just make out the North-facing wall,” he said.
“Oh wow. That’s formidable.”
He replied. “No matter what happens inside, Eva, I want you to remember that I love you and have our best interest at heart. You and me, forever.”
Stuck on the three special words he spoke to me for the first time, I watched as he handled the hairpin turns, and drove us down the mountain to the long stretch of sea.
“Don’t you think it’s a little soon to go professing our love?” I asked. The urge to bounce up and down on the seat was epic. Heat shot through my body and it wasn’t from the seat warmer. Oh yes, I did protest too much. More than anything, I wanted to believe those three words.
“We come from different backgrounds. Maybe my family leaps into love faster than you’re used to, but we’re made for each other, and you need to understand that no matter what happens, I do it for love.”
“That’s twice you’ve said, ‘no matter what.’ Should I worry?” I asked.
“Not at all. I’ll keep you safe.”
“Safe from what?”
“Everything, Eva.” He gripped the steering wheel with grim determination. “Everything.”
I picked his right hand up in mine and held it to my chest. “I love you too, Roberto. Even if it is too soon. Even if it’s ill advised. I can’t help the way I feel.”
Had I known what was coming, I may not have opened my big fat mouth so soon.
Love was patient.
Love was kind.
But I’d never known that love could make me lose my mind.
Not until Roberto made his insane proposition over dinner drinks.
“I’ve not been altogether honest with you in bringing you here.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, jamming my palms under my armpits against the sudden chill, flexing my thighs, tighten, release, tighten…
“I’ve got a proposal for you, and I beg you to hear me out before flying off the handle. It’s of utmost importance to our future that you do.”
The gigantic bouquet of flowers centered on the table contrasted with the wild light in his eyes and the sudden, uncontrolled turn in the conversation. I ran my pointer finger back and forth over the decorative metal upholstery pins of my dining chair. It grounded me. “Okay, I’m listening.”
The long candles sputtered in the dim light, sparking my anticipation.
“To this day, my family follows traditions set forth generations ago. Most would consider them barbaric, even cruel.” He snagged his hand in his hair and yanked his fingers through it.
My shoulders stiffened, and his words froze me on the seat.
What was this about?
“I used to think that our traditions were uncivilized until I witnessed firsthand the detriment done by ignoring them. Certain rituals keep us safe from peril, allow us to embark on a new union, marriage, knowing that honor protects us, that certain eternal rites are in place to help us flourish as a family. Without them—chaos.”
Rocking from butt cheek to butt cheek on the well-padded chair, I asked, “Chaos?”
He twisted the stem of his wineglass between his fingers, scowling, “Of the worst imaginable kind.”
“You’re scaring me, Roberto.” I said and shivered on cue.
“Don’t be frightened, baby. And please, I beg of you, don’t be offended. What I must ask of you is going to sound sexist as hell.”
“Okayyy.”
“For a Moretti male to take a non-virgin as his bride, he must do so in front of the entire male Moretti clan. Before the wedding ceremony, while they watch. This way, he proves he owns her completely. No matter how many have come before him.”
An interminable amount of time went by, and I felt light-headed. “Are you for real?” I asked. “You want to have sex with me while other men watch? Your family members?”