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A Few Years Prior
It has been incredible being the center of Evgenii’s attention these last couple of weeks. I haven’t been quite brave enough to tell my family about him. My brothers can be overprotective. I am starting to feel very serious about our relationship though. Evgenii is wonderful. He’s so patient and kind and such a good listener. He dotes on me and is always gentle and caring, and I feel like we have a future together. I believe in it so much that I’m almost ready to bring him to meet the rest of the family.
I opened up to him about the abuse my father put me through and how he would call me names like slut and prostitute to ‘deter’ me from sleeping with boys. So Evgenii hasn’t pressured me into anything more than a few stolen kisses and holding hands. I appreciate it so much. I have appreciated it so much, I should say, but I think I’m ready to move on to the next phase. I want to plan a huge night for the two of us, hopefully ending it together in each other's arms in my bed.
Mom, well Helena, knows that I’m seeing someone and is excited to meet them, but I want to have him to myself for a little longer. I start deep cleaning the apartment and set out some fresh scented candles around the room.
I text Evgenii to confirm he’s coming over for dinner at seven and that he mustn’t be late. He texts back quickly and promises he will be on time. He sends a cute row of little X’s kisses.
I’m giddy with anticipation. I start cooking early, a recipe Nonna wrote down for me. I’d bought all the ingredients fresh, and I’m not bad at cooking. Every woman in the Sorvino family learned to cook with Nonna sometime or another.
I work hard making proper garlic bread from scratch, Ricotta Gnocchi, and a pesto bolognese lasagna. I make homemade Italian kisses, ice cream, and some creamy chocolate sauce for dessert.
The smell from the kitchen wafts out into the living room of my apartment, and my mouth is watering. I light the candles around the room, turn some lights on low, and put music on in the background. Instrumental music, nothing with distracting lyrics.
With the food on low heat and the desserts in the freezer and fridge, I shower and get dressed. I give myself big cascading curls and light makeup, specifically outlining my eyes and lips. I wear a low-cut top with a push-up bra and a sexy black thong. It feels weird, and I’m really nervous about our night together, but I know Evgenii is the one.
The dinner goes amazing, and although he tells me how delicious the food is, I can see how much he enjoys it while he eats. Afterward, I make an Irish coffee for each of us, and we move to my living room in the low light and sit beside each other, close.
“This has been incredible,” Evgenii says with a soft smile. “I feel so spoiled.”
I set my coffee cup down, “I’m not finished.”
“There’s more? I don’t know if I can eat another bite,” he chuckles, but his eyes watch my body as I stand.
I swallow and blush. “What if it involved…eating….”
“You…” he breathes and licks his lips slowly. “I could probably do that.”
I swallow hard as I stand in front of him. He sets his coffee down on the table to his right and shifts, opening his legs. “Straddle my lap,” he says softly.
I do as I’m told, and my soft breasts are at eye level for him, but he looks up at my face. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Yes,” I say nervously, “I do.”
Evgenii smiles. “If you want to stop at any time, just say so, okay?”
I nod. It’s my turn to lick my lips as his hands slowly trace their way up the sides of my body and then onto my breasts, which are straining for freedom. Evgenii slowly pulls my shirt down to expose my push-up bra and breasts. I watch him, familiar with the tingling sensation building up between my legs.
He leans forward and kisses the tanned flesh of my breast that is exposed, kissing them slowly everywhere. As he moves to kiss the right breast, his left hand grabs my opposite breast. He swirls his fingers around, and I gasp as he finds my nipple. I can feel him smile against my flesh.
He reaches with both hands and undoes the clasp on the front, releasing me. He holds a breast in each hand and gently massages them as he looks up at me. I lean down and kiss him tentatively but then with hunger. I can feel something hard in his pants underneath me, and I know he wants to be satisfied.
He breaks the kiss to suck on one nipple and then the next as his hand slips between my legs and rubs my clit through the fabric. I buck slightly, and he chuckles. “You really are horny.”
I blush, and he shakes his head. “It’s enticing.” He suddenly grabs my hips and guides me to lie on the sofa. He continues kissing my lips, neck, and breasts, and I close my eyes and tip my head back. I can feel his hands busy with something near my legs and then feel it: the tip of a hard erection at the entrance to my pussy.
My eyes flutter open, and I look up at him. He strokes my hair out of my face and whispers, “I won’t hurt you, I promise.”
I nod and kiss him deeply as he slowly teases me with the tip of his dick until it’s lubricated enough with my juices to push into me slowly.
He keeps his word and moves gently in and out of me. It’s an experience that I could never replicate with anyone else. He hits me in all the right spots, his thumb teases my clit, and I whimper and squirm under him in pleasure.
I’m sure he will orgasm before me, that’s what I’m told most men do, but he doesn’t. He stops at numerous points to pleasure me, and there’s a build-up, an intense fire coiling between my legs. A tension that I can’t deny, and my legs start to clamp shut around him as he moves his finger faster, his dick buried deep inside me. I arch my back, yelping like a little dog, until I cry out, gushing juices all over him.
I’m embarrassed and try to stammer an apology, but he kisses me passionately, starting to move again, murmuring about how hot I am, how that was so sexy.
We eventually get uncomfortable and transfer to my bed, where we continue. At one point, he has me on all fours and is pounding in and out of me, his hands roughly groping my breast, and I’m crying out his name because of how sensitive the walls of my vagina are post-orgasm.
