“Has anyone ever touched you? At all?” I take her hand and place it back on my thigh.
“No. I told you this already.”
“Have you ever touched yourself?”
Her entire body stills, and she goes so eerily quiet. If it wasn’t for her breathing, I would wonder if she was alive.
“Aurora?”
“No,” she admits, her voice so quiet I barely hear her.
I’m going to be the first to touch her. I’ll be the first to give her any sort of pleasure. I want to dive in right now, figure out just what it is she likes. I want to know what makes her body purr for me.
She’s going to be so fucking tight.
“Okay,” I say, standing up off the bed and walking over to the mantle. There’s a bottle of champagne on ice and two glasses. “Let’s have a drink and talk a little. We have all night, and I want to make sure you’re comfortable before I touch you.”
She gives me a small smile that reaches her eyes, and she makes her way over to me, letting the dress fall down. Underneath her dress is a corset that pushes her breasts up to her damn chin.
“I’ll get into something more comfortable, then,” she says, pushing the dress the rest of the way down her body, exposing the garters and thigh-highs she’s wearing. She steps in front of me, just in her lingerie and heels, and takes a glass of champagne from my hand. My eyes wander over every inch of her skin, taking in the way her stomach curves and the dip where her thighs and hips meet.
“You do that,” I manage to say before she turns on her heel and struts to the bathroom. I don’t know where the confidence suddenly came from, but I wouldn’t mind a little more of it.
I watch her ass sway as she walks away from me, and I can’t wait to sink my teeth into it. I’m getting dizzy, whether it’s from her, the drink I just downed, or all the blood that has been rushing through my dick for the entire fucking day.
I loosen my tie and pour myself another drink before I collapse in the chair. There’s a breeze blowing in from the balcony, and I pray that it helps cool me off. I feel like I’m doing a delicate dance. I want to make sure she’s comfortable so that she can enjoy the experience. But I’m also so fucking giddy that every move I make is restrained.
If I was a lesser human, I would’ve taken her right then and there. I would’ve ripped that pretty dress off, buried my face between her thighs, and then my cock. I run my hands over my face and sigh before I try to readjust myself again. I’m so hard there’s no comfortable position to be in, so I just will it to go down for five fucking minutes, please.
Lost in my own thought, I don’t hear the bathroom door open until Aurora is almost right in front of me. She’s wearing a white, see-through nightgown that just barely covers her pussy. She gives me a timid smile and does a little spin, showing off the curve of her ass that is accentuated with tight satin panties.
“Comfy?” I ask her, smiling when she holds her empty glass toward me.
“Molto, grazie.” Very, thank you.
When I finish pouring her glass full of the bubbly liquid, she downs it all in one go, tossing the glass to the side, where it bounces ungratefully on the carpet.
“I know you want to go slow,” she says. “But I’ve been waiting for this night my entire life. And you seem nice enough.”
“Thanks,” I tease.
“You know what I mean, Owen.” She laughs, and her entire face lights up. It seems now that the whole virginity thing is off her chest, she feels more comfortable around me. She’s opening up. “I’ve heard stories, you know,” she tells me, closing the gap between us as she straddles my lap.
“Stories?”
“Mm,” she hums, running her hands up and down my arms. “About how good it can feel, even though it hurts your first time.” She leans forward, kissing me softly on the lips. “But you won’t hurt me, will you, Owen?”
The way she says my name has me in a chokehold. I would do anything for her at this moment. She has me by the balls, and I think she knows it.
“Mai,” I pledge. “Never.” I toss my half-full glass down onto the carpet, where it spills and joins hers. But neither of us cares because I’m grabbing the back of her head and bringing her mouth to mine.
She tastes tart like alcohol and sweet like oranges. I drink my fill of her until she gives me the sweetest moan, and her hips begin to move on top of my own. I can feel the heat from her cunt on my cock, and I lift my hips to grind against her clit. It takes her by surprise, and I swallow her moan with my mouth.
“Aurora.” Her white hair falls in my face, and I collect it with one hand, pulling it gently behind her back. “I’m going to touch you now.”
She nods and swallows, her eyes flitting between my own.
“Touch me.”
CHAPTER FIVE
I wrap one arm around her hips, lifting her so that my other arm can snake between her legs. I let my fingers dance up her thigh, relishing in every little reaction she gives me. Her head hangs low, her eyes are heavy-lidded, and that sweet mouth hangs open just slightly.
Finding the edge of her panties, I tease her with a light touch everywhere but where I know she really wants it. My fingers run along the sides of her panties, up to her hip, and then back down over her mound. I never let them get too close to her clit, but I can feel how wet she is for me, and it lights me up.
“How does that feel, Aurora?” I ask her when her hips begin to move, seeking what I won’t give her.
“Owen, I— please.”
“Please, what? Use your words. Tell me what you want from me.”
One of her hands moves between us, grabbing mine and placing it directly on top of her pussy. She pushes the heel of my hand against her clit and moans.
“Touch me here.”
“Like this?” I ask, making circles on her clit over the thin fabric.
“Sì,” she breathes, letting her head fall back as her hips move in time with my hand.
Aurora in ecstasy is something I hope to see for the rest of my life. I can see the pointed peaks of her nipples through her nightgown, and I lean forward, taking one into my hot mouth. I suck on it and let my teeth gently scrape against it.
Her moans are my reward, urging me on as I let my fingers slip under the band of her underwear. She’s drenched. They slip and slide through her folds as her hips continue to move in hurried thrusts.
“Oh, mio Dio,” she whimpers. “I was told it would feel nice,” she says with a soft laugh that ends in a gasp when I flick her clit. “But I did not know—”
I kiss her and slip my middle finger inside of her, and her pussy clenches around me as she bites my lower lip. I can taste the blood from where she broke the skin, and it causes heat to flush through my entire body.
I let her get accustomed to having my finger inside of her. She’s so fucking tight, I don’t know how I’ll ever fit. I move the palm of my hand against her clit to help her relax, and I curl the finger inside of her to find that special spot that I hope will make her see stars.
I know I’ve found it when she stops kissing me and holds her mouth just over mine, hovering and gasping as I stroke deep inside of her. Her pussy flutters, and I know I can get her to finish like this. As I stroke over and over again, she starts to hump against my hand with fervor, getting exactly what she needs from me.