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Her hands continue down my back to the top of my ass, but her arms are a bit too short to go much further. Still, by the time they move back up to my shoulders, I’m done waiting. I adjust my hips, pressing myself against her entrance. She tenses, and pulls her mouth from mine. “Relax,topolina,” I soothe, keeping my eyes on hers as I move my hand between us, and press her legs further apart. I reach between us to keep myself steady as I press against her tense muscles. “Come on, Gia, I need you to relax,” I try again, but the fear in her eyes is starting to take over.
I press firmly against her, and then move my hand from my cock up to her clit, circling it with my thumb with just enough pressure that she gasps, and instantly her attention is diverted away, loosening her muscles, and I have to bite back a groan as I sink in more. Sweat beads on my brow as I force myself to push slowly forward, though it’s damn tough. Fuck, she going to strangle my cock so much it might kill me, but I don’t care. I’ll die a damn happy man.
It takes time, and firm pressure on her clit and suction on her nipples, but I’m finally pressed against her hymen. I lift my head and look at her, watching her for any pain or discomfort. She shifts slightly, but I see the trust in her eyes, and it’s nearly my undoing. No one has ever looked at me that way. Especially not a woman. And before I can stop the words, I rasp, “Last chance, Gia.”
She doesn’t answer, but instead, she tightens her muscles around me, and digs her nails into my skin, holding my gaze. Then she surprises me by lifting her mouth to mine, kissing me, and it says all I need. This is her choice, and she’s okay with it. I pull back slightly, then thrust forward, and swallow down her small cry of pain. “Nico,” she pleads into my mouth.
I pull my lips back. “It’s alright, Gia. There’s always some pain the first time, but soon you’ll forget all about it.” Then I take her mouth again and I start a slow, steady pace.
At first, she doesn’t do anything but lie there, but it’s not long before the discomfort must fade because she awkwardly lifts her hips to meet me thrust for thrust, lifting her legs to wrap around me. Thankfully, mytopolinais a fast learner because it’s not long before she is matching my rhythm perfectly. Small gasps leave her mouth and I can see the pleasure on her face.
The only thing I focus on is the feel of her. God damn she’s perfect. No other woman has felt this right. This mine. And that is exactly what Giulia De Luca is. She’s mine, and she will always be mine. I start to move faster inside her, pulling my torso away from hers as I move up to my knees, gripping her thighs so that I can keep her stable as I pound into her with harder thrusts. Desperate to mark her as mine. To make sure she will always feel me; always crave me.
“Nico,” she cries, her body flushing with the oncoming orgasm as I make sure to angle myself to hit all the perfect spots inside her. “Oh fuck,” she gasps, her hands dropping to the sheets and gripping them tight.
“Mine,” I grunt as I move as hard and as fast as I know she can stand, feeling her inner walls tightening and rippling with the impending orgasm. “You’re mine, Giulia, and I’m going to make sure you feel me every time you move. Every time you sit that perfect ass down, and every time you lay in this bed, craving me to fuck this perfect pussy.”
“Nico,” she gasps out, her breath hitching. Then she comes hard, screaming my name so loud I’m sure the entire house can hear her.
It’s all I need to let myself follow her over, and I groan her name as I spill my cum inside her. My vision goes dark for a moment with the force of my orgasm. When I finally come to, I look down and see Gia watching me, eyes hazy, and her expression completely sated.
Neither of us say anything, and neither of us move for a long moment, just watching the other, until finally, I lower myself down and press my mouth to hers in an unhurried kiss. Her inner walls clench around my now softening cock, making me hiss into her mouth. “Fuck,” I mutter, pulling away and pressing my face into her neck as I try to regain some of my control. Because I would love nothing more than to lie here and stay connected to her.
Finally, I manage to lift my head as I carefully ease out of her and slide off the bed. She hisses in discomfort, and I head for the bathroom to get her a wash cloth and start a bath. I don’t know much about virgins, but I know she’s going to be sore. I clean myself off, a primal kind of satisfaction filling me when I see traces of red mixed in with our mess. I’m the only man that will ever know the perfection of having her in his bed, and while normally I wouldn’t care, with Giulia, it’s the final piece that clicks into place.
She’s mine, and I will always be the one to help her through her firsts. Because we are going to have many more if I have anything to say about it.
I wet another cloth and move back out to the bed, where she’s still lying, looking uncomfortable and unsure. When she sees me, her eyes slide away instantly and her face flames. Ah, my shy little mouse is back. Can’t have that, though. So I move to the bed, and press the cloth between her legs, making her gasp in surprise and try to push my hand away. “Nico, don’t, I—”
“Don’t tell me I won’t be taking care of you, Gia,” I warn her. She quiets and gives a small nod, but she doesn’t hold my stare for long. We’ll be working on that.
Once she’s cleaned up, I toss it aside, and then I lift her into my arms, making her inhale sharply. “What are you doing?” she asks nervously.
“We’re going to have a bath,” I tell her absently as I carry her into the bathroom and then set her on the edge of the tub. “Let that fill up a little more,” I order her before I turn to the vanity and search underneath for the Epsom salts that I know Sofia put in here. Once I find them, I go back to the tub and pour some in, ignoring the way Gia takes me in. One of her arms now over her breasts, while the other rests in her lap and covers her from my view there as well.
Once I put the salts away, I turn back to her and indicate for her to get in. She hesitates for a moment, but then awkwardly stands up and climbs in. However, I notice the discomfort on her face as she does. She’s hurting, and I won’t allow it. Not that she’s uttered one complaint. I wait until she situates herself in the tub, and then I climb in across from her, cursing under my breath at the heat. I turn off the taps as soon as the water is at an acceptable level and my body can handle it. Giulia lets out a soft moan, and I see some of the strain around her eyes and mouth ease, which tells me is working on soothing her.
“Come here,topolina,” I tell her, motioning her forward.
She scoots over, and I motion for her to turn around, and then pull her back against my chest, her ass pressing against my cock, making it semi-harden once again. She startles and looks over her shoulder at me in shock. “You can go again already?” It takes less than a second for her to realize what she just asked, and she looks mortified before she quickly looks away.
I chuckle. “When it comes to you,topolina, I can do a lot of things, but for right now, you can ignore him and relax. You’re too sore to do anything else for a while.” She doesn’t relax, holding herself stiffly against me, but she doesn’t pull away either. A small step, but something I hope she gets past soon.
Neither of us says anything for a few long moments, and I’m content to relax here, letting my fingers move over the skin of her hip and outer thigh. I can’t stop touching her, and I’m finding I don’t want to stop. And I can still make out the wheels turning in her head. And the last thing I want is for her to have doubts. So I say, “Tell me about your life growing up.”
She startles slightly at my question, before turning to look up at me warily. “I already told you what happened growing up,” she reminds me tightly.
I glance down at the faint scars on her back, lifting my hand to run along them, and relishing the thought of knowing that very soon the fuckers who did this to her will pay in the bloodiest way possible. “I want to know what you did day to day when you weren’t under the thumb of your family.”
She doesn’t answer right away, just watches me, trying to work out in that smart mind of her why I want to know. My clever little mouse is intuitive that way, but I don’t let her in on anything as I hold her stare. Finally, she says carefully, “I was a normal kid, and I mostly was tutored or spent my time in my room or in the kitchen. My father insisted I know how to at least cook for myself, because no one would want a wife that can’t even boil water.”
Her father is a bastard, but that’s for another time. “And you enjoy cooking? You certainly seemed to know what you were doing in the kitchen earlier.”
She shrugs slightly. “I’m good enough. When you’re on your own, you have to be resourceful. And my father and brothers like to snack when they come to my apartment. So I make sure I keep all the things they like on hand in case of a surprise visit.”
And no doubt to keep herself from dying of boredom. “And are you better at baking or cooking?”
“I can do both. Why do you want to know all this? I highly doubt that my cooking skills are of much use to you when you have your chef and Sofia.”
