Chapter 15

Chapter Fifteen

Three days later …

Roselia stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She'd showered, brushed her teeth, and used the toilet alone in the bathroom. She was getting stronger and more confident with every passing day.

Stefano seemed to be growing more nervous and concerned with every passing day.

She wondered if he regretted leaving his job abruptly. Perhaps he was worried about finances, or maybe he regretted convincing her to hide out in the woods indefinitely.

She knew he'd paid for the week, and that week was over tomorrow. Would he pay for another week or would he want to move on? She hadn't asked him, but she'd watched him pace often enough with his permanently furrowed brow.

He spent a lot of time in front of his computer, too. Doing what? He surely wasn't in communication with Santo after skipping town with no notice. That left financial concerns. Or regret.

Either way, she needed to face the truth. But more importantly, before facing reality, she wanted him to make love to her. She didn't even care if he grew tired of her tomorrow or decided she wasn't worth the burden. No matter what happened in the future, she wanted him to be the one to enter her for the first time.

She knew he thought she was young, but she knew her mind more than he gave her credit for. She wasn't too immature to make a decision about sex. In fact, she knew more about sex and the feelings associated with it than most people her age after what she'd endured.

Life was short. No matter what happened tomorrow or the next day or the next month, Roselia wanted to look back and remember that the first man she'd had sex with had been Stefano.

Instead of putting on one of his T-shirts like she usually did after her shower, she took the bold step of exiting the bathroom completely naked.

Stefano was sitting on the edge of the bed in the shorts he liked to sleep in, staring at his phone, which she'd learned he was also using as a computer.

She waited in the doorway, feeling awkward but determined. She considered striking some sort of seductive pose, but it didn't suit her, so she fisted her hands at her sides and waited.

It only took a few seconds for him to lift his face, and then his eyes went wide. Without looking, he set his phone on the nightstand. "Rose…"

It wasn't as though he hadn't seen her naked. He'd seen her naked every day. He'd even bathed her during their one and only shower together. The memory of that often kept her up at night, fidgeting.

"Stop coddling me, Stefano. Show me how much you love me." It was a risk. He might say he'd changed his mind, but if he felt that way, she'd rather know now.

She held her breath as he finally gave her a slow, seductive smile and held out a hand. "Come here, sweetheart."

She inhaled deeply as she shuffled toward him. The room was slightly chilly, and goosebumps rose all over her skin. Her nipples were hard points, but that was partly because of the way he looked at her. The same look that made wetness gather between her legs.

When she reached him, she boldly climbed onto his lap and straddled him. It left her open and exposed. Her heart was racing.

He set his palms on her hips. "Rose…" His voice was husky. Sexy. Seductive.

"You know what's different about you?" she asked, playing with the hair at the back of his neck.

"What's that, sweetheart?"

"I get aroused when I look at you. I get aroused when I think about you. I got aroused every time I thought about you, even three years ago. I used to sit in my room in my apartment and fantasize about what it would be like to be loved by you. My nipples would get hard, and my panties would get wet."

He slid his hands slowly up her back as he swallowed.

"Sure, a lot of men touched me, and they could force me to become aroused. They thrived on humiliating me by stroking my erogenous zones until my body betrayed me. It was indeed humiliating. I hated every time wetness leaked from me while strangers touched me. And then Vanderbilt would make me rub a stimulant into my nipples until they were hard points. He said he liked to see them that way. Sometimes, he would make me play with them while he watched several times a day. He would lick his lips and shift his weight in his seat while he stared at me. It was freaky."

Stefano's jaw tightened.

Roselia hadn't meant to take this in a dark direction. She shook her head. "The point is, all of them forced me to feel aroused. When I'm with you, I get aroused without you touching me or saying a single word. You don't have to fondle me to make my nipples hard or get me wet. You don't have to instruct me to do it, either. All I have to do is look at you or think about you, and I get horny."

His frown turned into a slow smile. "Do you have any idea how sexy you are?" His gaze roamed down to her breasts.

"No. Show me. Show me how I make you feel."

He surprised her by sliding a hand down to the front of his shorts, pulling the elastic away from his waist, and lowering the cotton over his erection.

She drew in a breath as he revealed himself and really let her look.

"That's how you make me feel just by existing, sweetheart." His voice was low and gravelly.

She held onto his shoulder with one hand and lowered the other to his erection, mesmerized by how long and thick it was. The head was smooth and soft and dripping with precome. The shaft was hard with bulging veins. It bobbed against his stomach, partially trapped by the elastic still settled across the base. She couldn't see his balls yet.

"Take them off," she ordered.

He chuckled. "So demanding." He grabbed her waist, stood, turned around, and planted her butt on the bed. A second later, he removed his shorts before stroking his hand up and down his erection a few times.

She licked her lips.

He groaned. "Rose…"

"What?" she asked innocently. Until this moment, she'd never once thought about taking a man's cock into her mouth. Not intentionally. She'd spent hours learning to suck cock under Master J's tutelage. All of the girls had. He'd used a variety of rubber dildos and had trained them to deep throat. It had been disgusting and made her want to vomit, but now that she was faced with not just any erection but the one attached to the man she was in love with, she wanted to taste it. She wanted to make him feel good.

"Spread your legs for me, little temptress." As she did, Stefano crawled onto the bed and hovered over her, his knees between her thighs, his hands planted on either side of her head. He looked down at her face. "I want to devour you."

She shuddered. "Please." Her voice squeaked.

"I'm going to kiss you until you writhe, and then I'm going to move to your breasts and suckle your nipples until you can't breathe, and then I'm going to scoot lower and lick your pussy until you scream."

She trembled with the promise. A whimper left her mouth.

"After you come on my mouth, then I will slide my fingers into you and make you come again while I stretch you out. Your third orgasm will come around my cock. Can you handle all of that?"

She nodded. "Yes." The word was barely audible.

His lips dropped to hers in an instant. He kissed her deeply, angling to one side and sliding his tongue into her mouth.

She grabbed his hips, wanting him to lower himself so that his body touched hers, but he didn't grant her that silent request. He remained hovered above her while her body hummed with need from just his kiss. She longed for more. His tongue was wicked. Every time he stroked along hers or sucked, her sex clenched.

She was panting by the time he released her lips, and her vision swam as he kissed a path toward her breast. The moment he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, she cried out and arched her chest.

No one had ever sucked her before. Many men had taunted her, but the feelings they'd elicited were disjointed and not connected to the man touching her. She'd gone into her head and begged her body not to react to their vile torment, but she never won.

This was so much different. This was Stefano. He was worshipping her breasts. He switched back and forth, sucking, licking, flicking until she writhed beneath him. "Please, Stefano," she begged breathlessly.

He didn't make her wait. He released her swollen nipple with a pop and kissed his way lower. "Has anyone ever eaten this pussy, Rose?" he murmured against her mound.

"No," she whispered. He'd known that would be the answer. He'd asked her to point it out. "This pussy is mine now, sweetheart. No one else will touch it, see it, taste it. No one else will make you come while I'm alive."

She drew in a breath. His words were so filthy and so fucking delicious. "Yes…"

"Watch me while I suck your greedy folds, sweetheart. Watch and know who is making your body hum." He didn't wait for a response before he dropped his mouth onto her sex and sucked.

Roselia cried out. Every nerve ending came to life like never before. This was nothing like the last time he'd made her come a week ago. Her eyes rolled back. She was aware of the fact that he'd told her to watch, but she couldn't focus. She went into her head.

She wasn't confused. She knew who was between her legs. It was Stefano. Her man. Her lover. No one else. Not a stranger. He gripped her thighs and feasted on her as though he hadn't eaten in a week, and she was his last meal.

After suckling, he dragged his tongue through her folds until she couldn't breathe, and then he flicked her clit so fast she started panting.

She gripped his shoulders. "Oh God… Stefano…"

When he thrust his tongue into her channel, she screamed. It felt so good. His upper lip pressed against her clit, and she exploded. The orgasm was strong and all-consuming. Her entire body pulsed with the release while he continued to thrust in and out of her.

She was still gasping for oxygen when he lifted his mouth off her sex.

Her eyes were half closed, but she watched him as he wiped his lips on the sheets and then met her gaze. "Fucking sexiest thing ever."

He found her opening with his fingers while he held her gaze. He groaned as he eased one finger into her tight channel. "Sweetheart… Your pussy is going to strangle my cock. It's so tight."

She shuddered. His words did that to her. Her cheeks flamed with embarrassment, but something about the way he spoke made her arousal shoot through the roof.

He thrust his finger in and out of her, slowly at first and then faster. "I'm going to add another finger, sweetheart," he warned.

She could feel the stretch. She couldn't imagine how he was going to put his cock in her, but she wasn't so na?ve that she didn't think it would fit. It would, eventually. It just might hurt at first.

She whimpered as he scissored his fingers inside her tight channel. She lifted her hips off the bed, wanting more, deeper, harder, faster.

His thumb found her clit and rubbed while he thrust in and out of her. "Eyes on mine, sweetheart."

She lowered her gaze to his.

"That's my girl. Mine. My sweet girl. I will protect you with my life, Rose. This is mine. Never again will anyone else touch you here." He was so intense, and his words reached deep inside her, making her ache for more.

"Adding a third finger, sweetheart. So tight…"

She lifted her hips off the bed when he eased that third finger into her. He was so careful, taking his time, stretching her so thoroughly. She fisted the sheet at her sides as the pressure climbed to a new height.

"Stefano," she cried out. She was going to fall apart. Splintering. All her molecules were dividing. Was that a thing? It felt like it.

"Come, sweetheart. Come around my fingers. Let me feel your pussy milking me."

At his words, she shattered, her channel gripping his fingers almost painfully while his thumb worked her clit.

"That's it, sweetheart. Damn, you're sexy when you come. I'll never tire of watching you take your pleasure."

She couldn't catch her breath as she floated back to earth. Her body continued to flinch every few seconds. She was sweating and limp but still needy. She wanted him inside her. Not his fingers or his tongue. His cock.

"Stefano…" she whimpered.

He opened the drawer on the nightstand and pulled out a condom. She'd known they were there the entire week. He'd ordered them with the first grocery order. It was about time he used one.

She watched as he rolled it on.

"I should probably get that shot renewed," she murmured.

"We'll worry about that later, sweetheart." He climbed over her and brought his lips to hers, kissing her deeply again. She could taste herself on his lips and tongue. It was heady and dirty and so arousing.

When he finally lowered his body over hers, she angled her hips forward, rubbing her wet folds against his shaft. "Please…"

He threaded their fingers together and pressed her hands against the bed above her head. "Is this okay, Rose? Me holding you?"

She nodded. "Yes. It's perfect. Please…"

He lined his cock up with her entrance. "It's going to stretch, sweetheart, but I promise it won't hurt for very long—a few seconds while your body acclimates to my cock."

She nodded again. "Okay." She was nervous, but she'd wanted this with him for so long that she didn't care if it hurt. She was a smart girl. She'd overheard other girls talking in high school. Mostly, they'd complained about sex not being very interesting. Something was terribly wrong with them because Roselia was about to explode.

"Do you want me to ease in or thrust all the way at once?"

"All the way." She wanted him to fill her. Now.

Stefano granted her wish, his hips jerking forward as his shaft seemed to enter her much deeper than she knew was possible.

She cried out, mostly from the shock and the stretch. Not so much from the pain. That part was fleeting, and she was left with the sensation of closeness. She'd never felt so close to another human being. He wasn't just next to her, not even skin-to-skin. He was inside her. Deep.

"Take a breath, sweetheart."

She drew in a lungful of oxygen.

"Good girl. Again."

She blew out the first and inhaled slower.

"That's my girl. Tell me when you want me to move."

"Now. God, please. I want more."

His expression was intense as he eased partway out and then back in even deeper. Was that possible? He did it again, making her more and more aware of every nerve ending. She'd had no idea there was so much sensation inside her vagina. "So good…" she whispered.

His jaw was tight as he pulled almost out and then slowly entered her again.

For a moment, she thought he was in pain or that this wasn't good for him. But then he moaned low and deep. He was straining to keep from reaching his orgasm. That knowledge increased her arousal to the point she felt another orgasm building. Was that really possible?

"God, you're so tight, sweetheart. I'm not going to last. Grip me. Feel how full you are." He changed his angle a bit, making her gasp when the base of his cock rubbed against her clit.

"That's it. Let it feel good. Jesus, you're sexy."

Her eyes rolled back as he hit that spot over and over again. The pressure built. It felt tighter now as she gripped him. It was like a volcano was building and building inside her, and suddenly, it burst.

Bright lights clouded her vision as all the air left her lungs. Her ears were ringing. She felt like she'd slid underwater as her channel clenched around his erection so hard it made her heart skip a beat. She held her breath as this deeper orgasm consumed her.

Stefano cried out a few seconds later, reaching his own release. He held himself buried deep, but his body jerked with every pulse.

The only thing that would have made it better was if he'd filled her with his come instead of the condom. She longed to feel him bare inside her. The intimacy of that would make her feel even closer to him if that was even possible.

Stefano dropped his forehead next to her, breathing heavily. When he finally managed to draw in a full breath, he lifted his gaze again to look at her. He was grinning. "You're mine, Rose."

"I always was, Stefano."