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“I… it’s warm,” she whispers, her hips shifting slightly against my hand. “And tingly. Like electricity.”

I press harder, circling faster, loving the little moans falling from her lips. Good girl. Her body responds as if it were made for this—for me. She might not understand what’s happening to her body, but it knows what it wants.

“You’re going to come for me,” I groan. “Aren’t you? Are you going to drench my hand in your juices?”

Her lips part, a small sound escaping—not quite a moan, but close. Her hips move more deliberately now, chasing the sensation I’m giving her. My mouth goes dry and my cock throbs as I look to where my hand’s working between her legs.

Mmm, my wife’s a quick study. I wonder what else she’ll learn quickly. Repositioning my hand, I press the heel of my hand to her clit while slowly sliding one finger inside her.

“Oh!” she moans, jerking as I move past the first knuckle.

“That’s it,” I groan. “Tell me how it feels to have my finger inside you.”

“It feels… mmm.”

When I push the digit all the way inside her, her words turn into a nonsensical moan. I wrap my free hand around her throat again, angling her head to the side. Then I crush my lips to hers, my tongue delving into her mouth and stroking hers.

Her cry of pleasure vibrates against my lips as I curl my finger inside her. The sound goes straight to my cock, making it jump against my zipper. I want her so badly it hurts, but I’m not going to rush this.

I break the kiss, pulling back just enough to watch her face as I work my finger deeper. Her expression is a mixture of confusion and pleasure, her brows furrowed even as her hips begin to rock against my hand.

“Mmm,” I groan. “Take what you need.”

Her hands clutch at my arms as I feel her body tensing, her inner walls fluttering around my finger as she gets closer to her first orgasm.

“I… I feel strange,” she gasps, her eyes flying open wide. “Something’s happening…”

“Let it happen,” I command when she trails off. I add a second finger and increase the pressure on her clit. “Give in to it.”

Her back arches as a strangled cry escapes her throat. I watch in fascination as she shatters, her body convulsing around my fingers.

“Oh… Domenico…” she moans, completely unashamedly.

My pulse slams against my throat. Every muscle in my body locks, restraint becoming something physical I have to hold on to.

“Fuck,” I growl, feeling her release coat my fingers.

When the tremors subside, she collapses backward against my chest, her breathing ragged. I withdraw my fingers slowly, bringing them to my mouth to taste her. Sweet and musky, with a hint of something uniquely her.

“I take it you’ve never tasted yourself,” I state, arching an eyebrow when I notice she’s tilted her head back so she can watch me through dazed eyes.

“Of course not.”

Chuckling, I bend down and bring her mouth back to mine. I push her taste into her mouth with each swipe of my tongue. Rather than fighting it or trying to get away, she eagerly returns the kiss.

Breaking the kiss, I look down at her flushed state. “That’s two firsts,” I declare, running the tip of my thumb across her plump bottom lip. “Your first orgasm and your first taste of your own arousal.”

She swallows audibly. “I liked it,” she admits.

“That’s good,” I rasp. “Since it won’t be your last orgasm.”

While she’s still catching her breath, I ease her off me and stand from our bed. Her eyes follow me as I get rid of my pants and boxer briefs. I groan with relief when my achingly hard cock springs free.

I don’t miss the way her eyes drop to it, widen, then dart away like she’s been caught stealing. It makes me laugh. In the throes of passion one minute, back to being the shy Catholic girl the next.

Rather than joining her, I stretch out on my side at the foot of the bed, propped on one elbow with my head resting in my hand. My other hand grabs my dick.

“Fuck,” I groan, pleasure shooting down my back making my balls tighten.