Page 46 of Down the Aisle
She did have a bomb blow up in her face with the apartment, so I really wouldn't blame her if her mood for sex was nonexistent right now.
Her chest heaved with a heavy sigh, tongue darting out and across her lips nervously as she mindlessly picked at the floor with her fingers. "It's not that I don't. I do. It's just… I don't think I'm ready for you to see my ugly body," she admitted in a cracked voice.
Every crack of her voice broke pieces off my aching heart. Gingerly, I took her sad face into my hands and kissed every inch of her face. "You will never be unsightly to me, but if it bothers you that much, then you can keep your clothes on," I whispered against her lips. "Or we can forgo sex, as I said before." I easily smiled at her reassuringly as I stroked her cheeks. "You are in charge—don't forget that," I reminded her with a proud smile.
Grabbing my wrist, she carefully pried my hand off and pushed me up so she could sit. Slowly, she settled her hands on my chest, resting them there for a long while as she hung her head in thought. Then, her head snapped up, and her eyes had a determined look to them. "You know what? Give me a minute to change, and we'll continue well into the morning," she told me with a flash of a grin, slipping out from under me and darting away into the adjoined bathroom before I could reply or try to stop her.
Passing up an easy lay was out of character for me, but I had really contemplated axing sex with Eliza, because it didn't feel like she was in it wholeheartedly. The last thing I wanted was for either of us to have regrets the day after, and I didn't want to risk damaging Eliza more than she already was. Damning our relationship before it even started was not in my plans.
Sighing, I ran a hand down my face as I got off the floor and sat at the end of our bed. Well, I guessed I'd let her know after she came out of the bathroom. Oh, and I guessed I should probably take the toy off since it was pointless… Or maybe I should just put a stop to her before she finished—
"Porca puttana."
My mouth refused to pick itself off the damn floor as I stared at my lovely Eliza in a complete stupor. Her creamy legs were on full display from the lacy black body suit she wore, and if I was being honest, they looked so much better in contrast to the dark fabric. Also, I think the black heels she had on helped in the sexual appeal department, too. "Oh, cazzo. Sarai la mia morte, piccola rosa," I whispered in a daze, watching her hips sway as she strutted over to me seductively.
Stopping between my open legs, she leaned down and set the toy down next to me, before settling her hands on my knees. Slowly, she ran them up my thighs to my chest. Her coquettish smile slithered up my body to my lips, where she dangled it like a carrot on a stick in front of me. "Like what you see, sir?" It should be illegal for her to sound so sexy and innocent.
Looking over her shoulder at the dresser mirror behind her, I sucked in a sharp breath when I saw her bare pussy proudly framed and on display with her supple ass. She fucking wore a crotchless piece! God, I couldn't stop staring at her tantalizing body. Even though her whole upper half was covered in a dense lace, her lower half was more than open enough for me to ogle.The lace also thinned out enough on her torso that I could see her dark nipples clearly through the fabric.
Straining out a growl, I reached back and grabbed two handfuls of her ass, squeezing roughly to make her squeal and squirm. Freeing one hand, I snaked it around her body and grabbed her face, training her aroused gaze on me. "All of this for me? How sweet of my little slut." I chuckled against her lips before kissing her with a deep groan.
"I'm not your slut yet, not until you make me so," she remarked with a cheeky smile.
Then, her hands cupped my face sweetly, and her smile softened with tenderness and adoration. "Make me yours, Adam. Make me your woman." Her warm smile grew sharp with lust as she leaned into my ear to whisper, "Then make me your fucking slut."
Fuck regrets.
Grabbing her roughly by her neck, I pulled her onto the bed and threw her down.
If we had any issues afterwards, then we’d fucking talk them out like a normal couple.
Pushing my need to be rough with her back, I closed my eyes to take a few controlled breaths to recenter myself. She needed to be adored and loved right now, not fucked. I had to remind myself of that a few times to fully simmer into a sweet mood before I could continue.
Sitting back on my knees, I looked down at my sweet rose with wonder. Taking my sweet time, I let my eyes sketch every inch of her body into my mind. God, I couldn't wait to see her fully naked to have that image for my fantasies. A nagging thought tugged at my brain when I noticed how the lacy sleeves of the bodysuit covered her arms.
It had bothered me earlier when we were shopping, and it was earlier on that I noticed her choice of clothing neverrevealed her arms. But I never questioned her about it because it seemed like a personal preference, not a necessity.
No matter, that was a topic for tomorrow.
"You are so beautiful, Eliza, so fucking perfect," I mumbled with a happy smile, leaning down and capturing her lips in a sensual kiss. "Are you sure about tonight?" Damn my caring nature for her.
With a sure smile, she nodded at me with trusting eyes. "Yes, I am. I want you to take me, Adam."
Alright, no more questioning it. Otherwise, I'd ruin our night before it started.
Pushing my reservations aside, I graced her body with my hands, stroking every bit of her to make a perfect map in my mind. Once I was certain I’d touched every part of her, I focused my hands on her breasts. I took my time cupping, fondling, and tweaking her nipples.
Fucking hell, I wanted to feel more of them! But the stupid lace proved more of a barrier than I'd like. Instead of ignoring her obvious preference to stay somewhat clothed, I did the next best thing and grabbed the front of her outfit, ripping two holes for her small breasts to spill out of. Eliza protested, but I heeded none of it as I was too busy licking and sucking her hard nipples.
I know I was supposed to be sweet, but I couldn't help the ideas zipping through my mind. Looking up at her with a sheepish grin, I lazily flicked at her hardened nipple with the tip of my tongue. "How would you feel about nipple clamps?" She had he cutest, perkiest, and most perfect-sized nipples for a pair of clamps to pinch beautifully.
Her cheeks flushed red with her stammering words. "I guess they wouldn't hurt to try."
Holding back my laugh, I forced myself to grin innocently at her words. The irony of them poked at my sadistic side. "Oh, theplans I have in store for you." I chuckled darkly, kissing down her body to her sopping wet cunt.
Carefully, I rubbed her sex with my fingers, spreading her juices everywhere. "For now, you have permission to come all you want, but when our sweet moment is over, I expect you to be a good girl and beg for your orgasms." We needed to work on controlling her orgasms, but that would have to come later.
"Alright, thank you, sir," she replied so sweetly, so perfectly.
