AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Clara
I’ve pulled my bathing suit back into place while Cosimo beaches the yacht expertly, but I don’t even bother putting my dress back on. Not with the intentions that Cosimo has clearly stated.
I shiver in anticipation and fear. Am I making a mistake going along with this? Am I just delaying the inevitable?
As we approach the shore of the exquisite beach, I think about the things that have brought me to this moment. I haven’t held onto my virginity for any certain reason, but I guess unconsciously I’ve never met a man that I felt deserved to be my first. Cosimo is a self-proclaimed violent criminal, and no matter how much he tells me he’s keeping me safe from the other people in his criminal organization that wouldn’t be so kind, he’s still basically holding me hostage, just with extra steps. So what makes him the right man?
I’m sitting on his lap, my back to his front now so he can drive, but even like this I feel surrounded by him, safe and secure. When Cosimo touches me, I’m not thinking of how he’s probably killed with those hands…I’m thinking about how careful he is with me, like I’m some precious thing made of glass, and how he’s given me pleasure without taking any for himself. After only meeting me once he still came to my rescue, not even knowing if my attackers were armed or anything of that sort. He makes me valued, maybe for the first time in my life. Not just a daughter to throw money at when she asks too many questions, or a friend that can just be used for her daddy’s wallet. Cosimo likes me for who I am. Maybe even treasures me because of it.
It might be defiance, or a moment of impulsivity that I might question in the future, but as the yacht skids gracefully onto the beach and Cosimo does whatever he needs to so it stays it place, I’m not questioning the decision to let him fuck me for the very first time quite as much as I thought I would when he stated what he was going to do to me tonight. Instead of brushing me off and treating me differently when I told him I was a virgin, Cosimo seemed thrilled at the prospect. I know he will make it as perfect as possible for me.
But God…he’s so big. His body dwarfs mine, but it’s the hard outline of his manhood that terrifies me in a giddy sort of way. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to take him, but at this point, I’ve pretty much committed to trying.
Cosimo takes me off his lap gently, sitting my feet on the floor while he returns to the bag of things he brought for us, pulling out an oversized soft fleece blanket, rolled up like a sleeping bag. There won’t be a bed for me to lose my virginity on, apparently, but at least it won’t be on the bare sand. He extends his hand, which I take. Cosimo’s skin is almost burning hot at first, but it quickly becomes apparent that I’ve gone cold with nerves. How can I be looking forward to something that, at the same time, makes me want to run for the hills? I think about the feeling of his length against my ass as we drove, and shiver again, as if we’re on a snowy mountain and not a private beach paradise.
The waves lap the shore as we step off the yacht, but Cosimo takes us far enough away from the ocean that the sand is perfectly dry. This is where he spreads out the blanket, which is jet black against the white sand, and still holding my hand, he lowers himself to sit on it. Having this man, this finely tuned machine in human form, sitting on the ground before me is humbling. I guess it isn’t just me that trusts him… he trusts me, too.
“Come down here, sweetheart. Let me have you.” Cosimo’s voice is a purr, and it works on me like a magic spell. I sink to the ground in front of him, knowing fully that this is the point of no return.
He reaches out and behind me back, pulling the strings of my bikini and throwing it aside as it unravels in his hands. With soft touches, he has me lower myself to the blanket on my back, and he repeats the same ministrations as before with his mouth. Cosimo’s tongue on my nipples is like a live wire to my core, and with each suck my pussy clenches. It’s so good, and he has me squirming and breathing hard in minutes. I expected him to move on after a little bit, considering he already sucked my nipples until I was ready to explode on the yacht, but I’m mistaken. Cosimo is taking his time, with a slow steadiness that almost feels like the most delicious torture.
As he moves his mouth to capture mine, I can almost cry in relief feeling his finger working at the knots of the bottom of my bikini. They come apart for him as he strokes my tongue with him, and once the knots are loose, one of his hands shoots up to grab my jaw in a possessive grip, keeping my head tilted just the way he wants it and my mouth open wide for him, while the other dances over my inner thighs, only inches from my wetness where I want him most of all.
I can’t tell him that, though, because he’s kissing me at his leisure, that commanding hand never leaving my face. I buck my hips, hoping to force contact between his fingers and my pussy, but instead he just pins me down to the blanket with one hand on my hip.
“In time, love,” he growls against my lips. “In time.”
There is a breeze that makes my nipples, made wet from his mouth, pucker even harder while the hand that is holding me down ascends my body, caressing the entire way while Cosimo continues to kiss my lip, then my jaw line, and neck. He circles my nipples with his fingers and plumps my breasts in his hands, then stroking my belly with feather-light touches, thumbs tracing the lines of my hips, and then finally, finally touches me where I need it most.
At this point my heavy breathing has morphed into soft moans. I’m still sensitive from the way he had eaten me out last night, but I welcome his fingers spreading my folds and teasing me with light touches over my clit. I’m so wet that it’s almost embarrassing, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
“You’re soaked for me, Clara,” Cosimo breathes. “I’m going to get your tight little pussy ready for my cock now. It might hurt for a second, but I promise it won’t last.”
“Okay,” I try to keep the quiver out of my voice. “I’m ready.”
Cosimo jerks his shirt over his head and throws it aside, the setting sun illuminating the dips and rises of his muscled frame. The swim shorts come next, and I try not to hyperventilate when I see how long and thick he is. Fisting his manhood in his hand, Cosimo strokes himself a few times. His cock is just as oversized as the rest of him, and for the first time I have genuine fear that he won’t fit inside of me. But… I’m willing to try.
Now he straddles me, one leg on either side of my body, while I raise myself up on my elbows so I can see what he’s doing to me. One of his hands parts the folds of my pussy, his thumb gliding over my swollen clit at a steady pace, while with the other hand he circles my entrance with one finger. The pleasure from him touching me is like little shocks, but I know it’s nothing compared to what is to come. As he dips the finger into me slowly, my inner walls stretch to accommodate him willingly, and I finally start to feel some relief of the aching emptiness inside of me.
When he adds a second digit, it’s a little more difficult to adjust. “Good girl, you’re taking my fingers so well,” he praises, sinking them in so, so slowly.
Suddenly, there’s a bite of pain deep in my channel, and I yelp, but Cosimo strokes my clit more urgently so the pleasure of it chases away the sting. Now his fingers are unhindered to keep pushing inside of me, curving upwards and hitting a spot inside of me I didn’t even know existed.
“Oh my God,” I moan at the deep, intense sensation. Cosimo makes a satisfied nose, curling his fingers again to get the same reaction.
The pain is only a memory now, eclipsed by how good his fingers feel in my pussy, curling and thrusting until I can feel something starting to tighten in my belly. I’m pushing against his hand in time with his fingers, and it’s so incredible that I don’t even mind when he inserts a third finger. When I can take it without issue, Cosimo smiles in satisfaction.
Without warning, he pulls his hands away, bracing one on the blanket beside my head while he fists his cock again with the other. He’s rock hard, a drop of precum leaking from the tip of his member, that it almost distracts me from how annoyed I am that he’s stopped touching me.
“Cosimo–” I start, but once it clicks what he’s doing, I shut up, simply watching and sucking in air as he positions the broad top of his cock at my entrance.
“You’re ready for my cock now, Clara,” he tells me confidently. “I know you can take it.”
I can’t speak, only nodding once as he begins to push inside. It’s tight, so much that I almost panic and pull away, but I want to be good for Cosimo. I want him to be happy with me, and I want him inside me so badly.
Once the head is in, there’s just a stretching sensation that borders on burning, but to my surprise my pussy opens to accept his cock , albeit slowly. Cosimo is hissing through his teeth with the effort of going at such a crawling pace, but as always, he’s focused solely on me. Inch by inch, Cosimo fills me up, until finally he’s sheathed fully inside, and the feeling of fullness is so intense that I can barely breathe.
“God, Clara, you’re so tight.” he rumbles, pulling himself out in movements just as unhurried, before filling me once more. It’s indescribable. “Are you ready for me to fuck you?”
