Page 33 of The Deadly Candies

She was so excited that she started to undress, forgetting he was watching. Then she realized he was. Debbie hesitated for only a moment before slipping out of the rest of her clothes. She stood there in her plain cotton underthings, her skin prickling under Matteo’s gaze. She could have put on the dress and been modest. But her guy deserved to see her as a special treat. So, she went the extra measure and removed all of her undergarments to stand before him nude. She turned so he could see her body, but avoided his eyes. He looked her over from head to toe. Happily, she pulled on the stockings, fastening them with the garters Matteo had bought, then stepped into the lace bra and panties. The dress came next, sliding over her hips like a second skin. She turned her back to Matteo, holding her hair up.

“Zip me?”

His hands were warm against her spine as he pulled the zipper up slowly, his breath hot on her neck. “You’re so beautiful, Debbie,” he murmured, his lips brushing her ear. “I love everything about you. I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful, especially your…”

She turned and put her hand to his mouth. “Don’t start talking dirty. Not right now. You’ll ruin it,” she said. When she saw his pout, she sighed. “Save it for later, okay?” she teased.

His eyes stretched at the suggestion. He nodded hard.

Debbie laughed.

Her arms went up, sliding around his neck. She didn’t have to stretch far in her new heels to kiss him. His lips were hungry, devouring hers as he backed her toward the bed.

“Take it off,” he breathed, his hands already tugging at the zipper.

“Wait,” Debbie protested weakly, her hands on his chest. “Mama Stewart made lunch and a cake. We should go down?—”

“Later,” Matteo groaned, pulling the dress down her shoulders.

Debbie’s breath caught as the fabric pooled at her feet. She stood there in nothing, her skin glowing in the room’s sunlight. Matteo’s eyes darkened as he took her in, and his hands reached for her.

“Please, Debbie,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “I can’t wait that long.”

She nodded, with a mix of elation and excitement. She went back and sat on the bed, then scooted back for him to join her. Matteo kicked off his shoes and tore off his clothes, his movements frantic. Debbie laughed nervously as he joined her, the bed creaking under their combined weight.

“Matteo, be careful! You’ll break the bed!”

But he was beyond careful now. His hands and mouth were everywhere, exploring her body with a reverence that made her shiver. Debbie closed her eyes, letting herself feel—the heat of his skin, the roughness of his hands, the way his breath went fast and heavy when she touched him back.

When he finally entered her, the pain was sharp and sudden. Debbie bit her lip to keep from crying out, her fingers clutching the quilt as Matteo moved on top of her. It hurt more than she’d expected, but she gave her body to him, her legs wrapped tight around his waist.

“I love you,” he rasped, his forehead pressed to hers.

Debbie’s tears spilled over, but she smiled through them. “I love you, too.”

Afterward, they lay tangled together, and Matteo’s fingers traced patterns on her skin. Debbie stared at the bracelet on her wrist, its diamonds catching the light.

“Was it… was it okay?” Matteo asked, his voice hesitant.

Debbie turned to him, brushing a strand of hair from his brow. “It was perfect.”

There was a knock at the door. “Birthday girl! Party time! Come on down!”

Debbie giggled, sitting up. “I need to clean up.”

Matteo watched her dress, his eyes soft. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

“I know it!” she shrugged.

“Can we do it again?” Matteo asked.

“It felt funny and hurt. Maybe. Not now. I got a little blood,” she pointed at the sheets. He looked down at it and moved.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“I think so. It’s supposed to happen. That’s the hymen. It gets broken when a girl is a virgin. That’s why it’s called cherry, silly,” she rolled her eyes.

“Oh,” he said. “Right. This is your cherry.”

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