Page 27 of Unspoken Ties

She walked in wearing her own set of pajamas - a two piece set that covered her arms and legs. When I pictured Liria in my bed, it was always with no clothing. I couldn’t help but mentally undress her as she got closer to the bed.

My cock began to harden, and I shifted so Liria wouldn’t see the tent in my pants.

Liria climbed into the bed cautiously, keeping as much distance between us as possible without falling off the edge. Then, she began creating a pillow wall under the blanket.

“Seriously?” I said.

“Yes!”

I watched her build the wall in amusement. “Good idea. I heard you can get pregnant if you share a bed with someone.”

“Shut up,” she said, lightly tapping my face with a pillow.

“Well,” I said, my voice lowering an octave. “If you share a bed with me, you might.”

I didn’t miss the way her thighs crossed under the covers, her core desperate for friction.

Chapter thirteen

Liria

Ettore and I had been spending all our time indoors. Despite his body being mostly healed from the gunshot wound, I couldn’t help but worry what would happen when he could venture outside. The memory of that day still haunted me, and I didn’t know what I would do if he ended up in another dangerous situation because of me.

I had also taken up sleeping in the bed every night. Ettore had proven he could keep his hands to himself, so I stopped putting the walls of pillows between us each night. The bed was much more comfortable than that terrible air mattress that was now stuffed in our linen closet.

The memory of what he said to me the first night would occasionally float into my mind.If you share a bed with me, you might.A jolt of pleasure would run straight to my core every time I thought of it. And it was impossible to get rid of.

I would never admit it to anyone, but I had never had an orgasm before. There were times before I had put my fingers down my panties, trying to reach the elusive high everyonetalked about so much. It felt good, but nothing big ever happened, so I didn’t think I was doing it right.

And with Ettore’s word’s echoing through my head, I had been trying a lot more often. I would stand in the shower, fingers trying to find a pleasure I didn’t know. Instead, I was always left with an ache inside of me that begged to be filled.

I turned off the shower in another failed attempt. Instead of leaving right away, I leaned my head against the cool tiles of the shower, feeling frustrated by my lack of success. As the steam curled around me, the leftover fantasies still loitered in my mind’s eye. All I could think about was Ettore. His chiseled jaw, strong arms, and the way he looked at me with those intense brown eyes that seemed to see right through me.

“Darn it,” I said, yanking the towel off the hook and drying off.

Stupid Ettore. I shouldn’t even be thinking about him; he all but kidnapped me and forced me to be his wife. It was probably because he was the only man around, I reasoned to myself as I dried my hair.

Yes, that had to be it.

I emerged from the bathroom, a cloud of steam trailing behind me. Ettore was sitting on our sofa that was as hard as rocks, looking completely unaffected by how uncomfortable it was.

“We’ve been stuck in here for awhile,” he commented. “Do you want to get out?”

“You’re hardly in a position to go anywhere,” I responded, looking him over. Ettore didn’t have any issues walking, but if anything extraneous came up, there was no way he could handle it.

“We’re not going far. C’mon.”

He stood and grabbed the ratty blanket I had initially used when I first moved in. Then he extended his free hand to me. I hesitated, but my yearning for fresh air was too strong to ignore.I slipped my fingers into his, feeling the warmth of his palm as he guided me towards the front door.

Ettore walked us past the elevator without stopping.

“You missed it,” I said, stopping in place and tugging back on his hand.

“I didn’t miss anything.”

He walked us towards the stairwell that led up to the roof.

“You can’t get in there,” I started, my default rule-abiding nature taking over. “It’s for maintenance men only.”

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