“Of course. You are mine and no one else’s. Beyond that, I want to be with you. I am many things, farfalla, but I am not a liar. I will honor everything I just said. As long as you honor my wishes.”
“What are your wishes?”
“You will live with me in my quarters and become my bride. You will let me take you whenever I wish. That you will submit to me.” I ran my palm along the bump on her head. “Is this sore?”
“When you touch it,” she gusted out, closing her eyes in a subtle flinch.
“Then, I will not touch it. There are a lot of other parts of you I wish to focus on anyway.” I dipped my hand into the water and drew a ring around her areola, making her nipple tighten despite the heated environment. “Like this one, for example. Or, this…” I slipped a finger between her legs and traced the outline of her. She shuddered.
Enough talking.
I took her hand and brought her into a standing position, steadying her when she lost some of her balance. I helped her step out of my jacuzzi and onto the bathmat, her body and hair dripping streams of bathwater onto my floor. Brushing back her black tresses, I suckled her neck, hard, leaving behind a large strawberry mark. Rolling her nipple between my index finger and thumb, I manipulated it until it stood into a tall peak, holding her naked body flush against my clothed one.
Still suckling her neck—and creating a fresh hickey—I pulled her with me out of my private en suite and into my main living space. Bringing her to my large wraparound sectional, I sat her on the matching ottoman and yanked off all my clothing. I was done waiting. I would have her. Once I released Lucia, her hand reached out and tested the material of the furniture.
“Isn’t this suede?” she asked me, moving to stand. “Won’t me being so drenched ruin it?”
“I’m about to make you more drenched,” I said it like I was taking an oath, and maybe I was. Pressing her down flat onto the widest part of the sectional, I dove between her legs, giving her one lengthy lick with the flat of my tongue.
“Romeo,” she panted, as if I’d shocked her, but she hadn’t seen anything yet. After that first lick, I proceeded to suck on her folds and her clit, making her scream. “It’s too much. Oh, please, it’s too much.”
But I liked her reaction too much to stop. Giving her the occasional lick, I went on suckling her, finding the crease on the inside of her left leg and leaving more love bites, then going on to do the same to her right side. By the time I’d covered her in lovely speckled ovals, she was wet not from her bath but from me, from her own natural desire.
I left more of my markings on her. In a path up her flat stomach to her right breast and down from her left breast to her navel. And then, I spent lots of time suckling, marking, and nibbling on those nipples of hers. When I sat back to take in my masterpiece, I was extremely pleased by what I saw. I’d marked her all over, in places she couldn’t easily hide, and this made me go even harder, though at this point, I’d believed that to be impossible.
I was leaking all over her thigh, marking her had turned me on so much, and I hadn’t yet been inside her. Taking my thumb to her core and feeling plenty of slickness, I climbed more fully on top of her. Most of this time, Lucia had had her eyes either partially or all the way closed, so I ordered her to open them.
“Do you see what I have done to you?”
She glanced down then back into my eyes. “You’re making me yours.”
“Yes. And now, I’m taking more of what’s mine.” I took the tip of my eager cock and pushed it into her, groaning at the sensation. With other women, I’d used a condom. I hadn’t wanted to wind up with some disease. But since I knew Lucia was a virgin, I didn’t bother. I wanted to feel all of her against all of me. The only problem? I’d never done that before, and it felt far more intense than I’d anticipated.
“Fuck,” I gasped out, too close to losing control. She was so tight, wrapping around me with so much heat. My farfalla was the best thing I’d ever felt.
“Aaaah,” she cried out, but it was less pleasure and more pain. Still, I almost didn’t stop. Wasn’t I here to seek my own release? Only her blue eyes had filled with tears and that halted me. My lust-infused brain remembered that she’d never been opened up before. So, though it took a herculean effort on my part, I pulled back out. I’d barely even entered her. Was she truly that tiny?
I’d never been with a woman that was, but I’d had a lot of anal sex with women, and that required extra preparation. Even if I’d wanted to jam myself into their asses, it wouldn’t work. Unless the woman did it all the time, the opening simply wasn’t big enough. So maybe I needed to alter my method. Taking a finger, I slid it into her, moving it in circles to stretch her a bit. Only then did I realize that she’d clenched herself up.
“I’ll never be able to do this if you don’t relax, Lucia. You remember the orgasm I gave you a couple of weeks ago?”
“Yes.”
“Well, if you want to feel that again, or something even better, relax.”
She nodded and took some deep breaths. The walls inside of her started to slacken, and I added a second finger. Feeling like she should be ready now, I tried again, this time hitting a ring of resistance halfway in. Caressing her clit and locking my mouth onto her nipple, I waited until she started moaning again, her body melting like butter. Finally, this allowed me to slide home.
And then nearly come on the spot.
I froze and decided it was time for her to do more of the work. She’d been scraping her fingernails lightly into the skin of my back—which drove me wild—but I couldn’t have her touch me and maintain control, so I went another direction.
“Cup your breasts for me,” I told her, and after blinking once, she did but also undulated her hips. “No moving,” I ordered her. “Just cup them and run your thumbs over the nipples. Yeah, just like that.” I’d begun to adjust to her delicious tightness, but I knew moving would end this too quickly. “Now, pinch them. Pinch them hard. Point them right at me.”
“Yes,” she said, and it came out as a labored sigh.
“Roll with me toward the back of the couch.” She did so, and we went from me being on top of her to us being side by side. The position was more intimate than what I usually engaged in, and I felt compelled to kiss her, so I did. Opening her mouth with my tongue, I pressed my lips to hers, sweeping in and tasting her at the same time. I offered her the fingers that had been inside her. “Taste yourself.” She flicked out her tongue to do so, then sucked them into her mouth as if they’d been covered in cake icing.
I groaned again. It was the hottest thing ever.
“Now, lick those fingers and get them as wet as you can,” I instructed her. Once she did, I took my saliva slicked fingers and traced the cleft of her ass, sliding just inside. She gasped, and I felt a frisson of pleasure when she clenched down on me. With an arm cradling her injured head, a finger nudging the opening of her ass, and my cock buried deeply within her, I told her to do that move I’d seen her do out on the patio.
She shimmied her hips. “This move, you mean?”
But I couldn’t answer her. Abruptly, pulling in and out of her became imperative.