He kisses me deeply as his fingers push my panties aside, and he strokes me the way I crave. Slowly, deliberately, making me delirious. He eases me back onto the sofa, then moves to the floor, on his knees. I bite hard on my bottom lip as his head dips under my dress, and he teases down my panties, past my knees, my ankles, then he spreads me open. Ready for dinner.
“I want to make you come, baby,” he tells me.
I close my eyes, his tongue running over my slit, making me moan softly, not expecting it to feel so good. So much better than whenever I touch myself.
His fingers massage the outside of my pussy, warming me up and helping the tension mount. I move my skirt aside so I can touch his shoulders, his head, feel him as he licks me. His tongue swirls around my clit expertly, making my knees tense from the growing pleasure.
“That feels so good,” I tell him as he adds a finger to my hole, teasing me open in a brand-new way. My pussy is tight, and when his fingers fill me, a new sense of want washes over me.
“You’re so wet, Bella,” he tells me, kissing my inner thighs, my mound — not at all rushing this. His fingers dip deep inside me, and he looks me in the eyes as I pant, the pressure mounting in the most delicious way.
“I’m gonna come,” I whimper. “You going to make me come…”
And then the pleasure reaches its peak, the glorious rush of emotions flood my body as heat rises from my toes to my core, my heart pounding and my soft moans demanding to be heard. He fingers me as I come for him, and he dips his mouth to my pussy, licking me up as I finish, as my shoulders shiver, the surge of emotions overtaking me.
He sits on the couch, next to me, pulling me against him. “You taste so good.”
“That mean we don’t have to stay for dinner?” I ask, with a big smile.
“What did you have in mind?”
“I was hoping,” I say, kissing Matteo again, “that maybe we could get dessert back at your place.”
Chapter Six
Matt
When we get to my penthouse, I can tell Mirabella is overwhelmed. Her eyes go wide as she looks around the sleek apartment.
“This is where you live?” she asks, surprise in her voice.
“I know it's not very warm and cozy,” I tell her, looking around the black leather and concrete countertops, the matte finish appliances.
“It's just so fancy,” she says. “If you saw my place, the apartment Tony and I share — I don't know, I kind of feel out of my league.”
“Hey,” I say stepping toward her, the crook of my finger lifting her chin so our eyes meet. “It doesn't matter where we come from, it matters where we want to go, and Mirabella, I want to go there with you. I would give you the world.”
“You're sure?” she asks. “Because I feel like we come from different places, we’re opposites, and—”
“You're going to let that stop you from having what you want?” I ask her.
She licks her lips — lips that taste like cherry pie, that are pink and swollen from our earlier kisses.
“No,” she says, “I won't let that stop me. I feel like I’m in some sort of fairy tale.”
“Maybe you are,” I tell her. “This can be our fairy tale.”
“I like the sound of that,” she says.
“So do I,” I tell her, taking her hand and leading her through the apartment, past the kitchen and living room, the library, my guest bedrooms, and finally the master suite. “This is where we can grow old,” I tell her with a smile.
She laughs. “I see you're not taking this lightly.”
“I'm not. I mean it, Mirabella, I'm really fucking into you.”
“I’m into you too,” she admits. “I’m like, all into you.”
“Good,” I tell her. “Now, where did we leave off?” I run my hands over her back, my fingers feeling for the zipper of her peach-colored dress. My cock is so hard for her and my mind is ablaze with the taste of her sweet pussy. The way her juicy cunt dripped for me, the way I dreamed it would. God, she's so much more than I ever imagined.
“What next?” I ask, kissing her shoulders.
“I think you take me to that giant bed. Naked.”
I chuckle. “You really do know what you want, don't you, baby?”
She laughs. “I do, but I have to warn you. I've never done this before.”
“That's okay, baby. I got you. We can take it nice and slow.”
She laughs. “Or hard and fast.”
I shake my head, laughing. “You really are made for me, aren't you?”
“I think so, Matteo.” Her eyes sparkle as we quickly undress. It doesn't take long. We’re eager to have our skin pressed against one another.
She seems ready as she stands before me in her lacy bra and satin panties. I groan. “God, you’re just so hot, Mirabella,” I say. “Really fucking hot.”
Every inch of her is perfect. Curves for days, big tits that I'm eager to kiss, to suck, to please. I unhook her bra so I can see them more fully and I dip my mouth to her nipples, swirling my tongue around the hard buds. She drops her head back, teasing her panties down past her hips, letting them fall to the floor. Her fingers hook on my boxers and my cock groans.
I feel like the luckiest man in the world with my virgin girl. Her innocence makes me feel like a man — like her man, like a man who can truly give her what she needs.
Now, with both of us naked, I watch as she looks at my cock, her eyes growing in wonder. “It's so big,” she says, breathless, “and so thick.”
It seems like she's at a loss for words as she admires my big cock. I take her hand and place it on my dick. “You touch it like this, baby. Nice and slow. See how I grow for you? How hard I am for you?”
She nods like a good girl. “I do,” she says. “You feel so good. So soft, yet like a rod of steel.”
“Exactly, that's what you do to me.”
She smiles up at me as she touches my cock. “You make me so wet, Matteo. I don't think I've ever been like that before. When I try and get off, it's never like that. It's never so intense.”
I draw her to the bed and lay her gently on it. Her long, curly hair falls over the white pillowcase. She is soft all over and I love that about her. She's the kind of girl I can hold onto, that I can squeeze tight. I cradle her under me, kissing her gently, her lips, her nose, her cheeks, her breasts that are so big and full against my chest. My cock is hard between her thighs.
She opens her legs, wrapping them around me as if we've done this a hundred times, as if the story was written a long time ago. Our eyes meet. God. I could melt in those chocolate pools.
“I love you,” I tell her, my cock ready, pressed against her entrance.
She whispers back words that I will never, ever forget. “I love you too, Matteo. I do. I love you.”
Her truth sends a rush of want through me and I can't hold back. I won't hold back, and she doesn't need me to.
My cock begins to fill her sweet virgin hole and her eyes close. Her back arches and the love of my life is no longer a virgin.