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“Only one glass of wine,” Alessio tells me sternly, when I reach for the decanter again. I give him the beginnings of a pout, but he just smiles at me. “I want you clearheaded for tonight,” he says softly, his hand reaching for mine. My skin tingles at the touch of his long fingers brushing over my knuckles. “I want you to be sure of what you want, and able to tell me if you want me to stop. I want you to remember and enjoy all of it. I don’t want anything clouded by alcohol or for there to be any questions as to whether or not tonight is exactly what you want.”
His voice is so soft, so tender, that it makes my eyes mist over with tears. I nod, reaching for my water glass instead, my pulse beating hard in my throat. I’m ready for dinner to be finished, for us to go upstairs so I can finally,finallyhave Alessio all to myself, but he’s being careful not to rush anything. I suspect that it’s less about making an event of the whole thing and more about giving me time to change my mind, if I want to.
But there’s not a single chance that I will.
“I picked a new suite of rooms for us,” Alessio says, when we’re finally finished with dessert, and he sets his napkin aside. “I didn’t think you’d want to sleep in the old master suite, but if we’re going to do this—share a bed, behave as husband and wife—then we should have our own bedroom suite.” He pushes his chair back, reaching for my hand. “Come with me.”
I have that feeling, once again, of being in a dream as he leads me upstairs. He picked a suite on the third floor of the mansion, one that has a balcony that overlooks the expansive stonework patio behind the house. Whoever decorated the room did it all in soft blues and golds, giving it a faintly French design, and the bed is huge—a four-poster in dark wood and draped with luxurious bedding that matches the color scheme and piled with soft-looking pillows. My face heats as I imagine Alessio spilling me back into that pile of pillows, and when he closes the door behind us, my heart starts to race.
“We’re going to take this slow,” he says softly, reaching for my hand and pulling me closer to him. “Tonight is about you. I’ll teach you all the things that I’ll want for my own pleasure later.”
He takes that final step, closing the small distance between us, and his hand rises to touch my cheek. I sigh with pleasure at the touch of his fingers against my skin, the way he trails them through my hair, and as he tips my face up to his, I feel as if I can hardly breathe.
“We’ll start with this,” Alessio murmurs, and for the first time, he kisses me.
My knees nearly buckle. His mouth is soft and warm, the kiss light, brushing over my lips. I can tell that he meant it when he said he wanted to take things slow. As much as my heart is galloping in my chest, every part of me yearning to find out what it will be like to have him inside of me, I know that slow is better.
I want to remember all of this.
His hands rest on my waist, sliding gently against the chiffon fabric clinging to my skin, skimming up my ribs to gently press against the sides of my breasts. Slowly, he deepens the kiss, the press of his lips more insistent, each movement of his mouth increasing with his touch. His fingers find the curve beneath my breasts as he softly sucks my lower lip between his, his thumbs brushing over my stiffening nipples as his tongue slides into my mouth. I let out a soft, keening moan as I feel the hot slide of his tongue against mine for the first time.
“Gianna.” Alessio breaks the kiss, soft humor in his voice as his hands cup my breasts, fingers still tracing the shape of my nipples underneath the chiffon. “Do you evenowna bra?”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Yes,” I tell him indignantly, leaning forward in an effort to steal another kiss. “But I thought you might like it if I didn’t have one on tonight.”
“I do.” Alessio’s hands move upwards, fingers skimming over my chest, tracing my collarbones, moving to the thin straps of my dress. “But I would also enjoy seeing you in layers of lingerie, unwrapping each one to get to the next reveal of skin, the next hint of the pleasure to come—” He bends down, pressing his mouth to my collarbone, his tongue tracing a hot line over the sharp edge of it, across my shoulder, his lips pressed to the curve of my shoulder as he moves the thin straps aside. “We’ll have time for all of that,” he murmurs, his hands going to my waist again as he guides me back towards the bed. “But tonight—”
He kisses me again, soft and slow, as his fingers reach for the zipper at the side of my dress. Every movement is slow, intentional, and once again, I feel sure that he’s giving me the chance for an out, making sure that there are no surprises so that if I change my mind, I can say so.
Another time, I might have said something. But I’m finding I’m enjoying the slow pace, the brush of his fingers against bare skin for the first time as he draws the zipper down, parting the fabric. My skin prickles under his touch, and I let out a soft, gasping breath as I feel his hand stroke my side.
Alessio slides the straps off of my shoulders, slowly, letting the dress begin to slip off of me. The chiffon drapes over my breasts, slithering down, catching on my stiff nipples, sending another wash of sensation through me before the dress catches on my hips and then, finally, pools to the floor around my feet.
There’s a soft groan as Alessio looks at me, his gaze sliding over me as if he can’t decide where to look first. “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs, his long-fingered hands wrapping around my waist as he lifts me just a little, setting me on the edge of the bed. “So beautiful, my sweet girl.”
I look up at him, feeling my breath catch in my throat, my heart hammering in my chest. “Lay back,” he says gently. I obey without thinking, sinking into the pile of pillows as I lay nearly nude atop our bed, only the lacy white panties I chose to wear beneath my dress still covering me.
“Christ.” The word is a hiss as Alessio looks at me, his hand automatically going down to adjust the hard ridge of his cock. “You’re a vision.Fuck, I can’t believe—” He moves to join me on the bed, and I look at him, my lips forming a soft pout.
“Aren’t you going to get undressed, too? I want to see you.” I want to find out whathelooks like naked. I want to see all of his lean, muscled body bare for me, his gorgeous cock free, all of that ridiculously handsome body on display for my pleasure, too. Alessio chuckles, his hand sliding up my calf, and he shakes his head, even as my pout deepens.
“Soon,tesoro,” he murmurs. “But for now, this is all about you. It makes it more erotic,” he adds, both of his hands sliding up my legs now, parting them as he kneels between them. “You’re going to submit to me, sweet girl. You’re going to give me everything, naked and vulnerable and bare for me, and I’m going to take it all.” His voice deepens, his accent thickening, that heat filling his green eyes. “And I’ll decide when I get undressed for you,dolce.”
His hands are on my inner thighs now, the muscles under his palms twitching and trembling. I can feel my breasts quivering with each indrawn breath, my eyes wide as I wait to find out what comes next. He parts my thighs wider, readjusting between my legs as his hands skim further up, over soft flesh to the creases of my thighs, and then he presses his thumb against my lace panties, just over my clit.
My hips jerk up towards his hand, and he chuckles softly.
“So eager,” Alessio murmurs. “Did you do what I told you,dolce? Did you come for me upstairs and then make sure this sweet pussy was bare for me tonight?”
I nod, my teeth sinking into my lower lip. Even alone in my bathroom, I’d felt so embarrassed, shaving my pussy bare for the man I planned to give my virginity to tonight, thinking of him seeing me so exposed. I couldn’t stop thinking about the possibility of him touching the bare flesh, licking me there,tastingme the way he’d promised. I’d been soaking wet and throbbing by the time I had finished, my pussy slick with arousal, and I’d wanted so badly to come again.
“It turned you on to shave for me, didn’t it,bellisima?” Alessio murmurs, seeing the flush in my cheeks. “Did you disobey me? Did you make yourself come again?”
I shake my head, still biting my lip. “No,” I whisper. “I didn’t. I promise.”
“But you wanted to.” His thumb presses harder, the lace rubbing against my clit, and I let out a whimper. “You wanted to touch yourself right here. You wanted to make yourself come. Such a filthy girl.”
His voice is a hoarse whisper as he gently rubs my clit through the lace. I can feel a flood of arousal gathering between my legs, and I whimper again, my hips canting upwards into his touch, wanting more.
