Page 24 of Reign Of Triumph
“Um…sorry,” I mumble, averting my eyes.
Eros places his hand under my chin, and our eyes meet. “Never be sorry for wanting to touch me. In fact, I encourage it.” His gaze drifts to my mouth. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you again.” I suck in a breath. I want him to kiss me. He runs his thumb over my lower lip, then replaces it with his mouth. This kiss isn’t like the few others we’ve had. This one is demanding, dominant, and needy. Eros rolls me onto my back, his lips never leaving mine. His tongue darts in my mouth, dueling and dancing with mine. I mimic his motion, hoping I’m doing this right, but it seems that I’m a quick learner, because he growls his approval as a soft moan escapes me.
I hold on to his thick biceps, my nails digging into his skin, as he continues to kiss me and smooths his palm over the satin fabric of my nightgown. He finds the hem and slides his fingers along my thigh, sending a delicious tingle down my spine. Eros moves his lips over my cheek, then down the column of my neck, where my pulse beats erratically.
“I don’t want to stop, gioia mia,” he whispers in my ear.
Stop! Why would he stop? “Don’t stop,” I reply breathlessly.
“Soon, a call will come in—” he begins, and I interrupt.
“And the day will be filled with tears and hurt and sadness, I know. But for a short time, we can have each other.”
“Are you ready for me, Fi?” he asks. His voice is heavy with desire, matching my own.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“I’ll go slow. You tell me if you need me to stop,” he says, then kisses me softly. Slowly, he wedges one of his thighs between mine, all the while moving his mouth over mine. With his warm body on me, his tongue in my mouth, and his hand slipping under my nightgown, I follow his lead, not knowing exactly what I’m doing, but my fingers sink into his dark, wavy hair. It’s so soft, and his kisses are so good that I let out a mewl from deep in my throat. Eros lifts my nightgown over my head, whisking it over his shoulder, leaving me with only my panties. His mouth traces a path down my neck, until he stops to gaze down at my naked breasts, his fingers gently grazing over my nipple.
“Beautiful,” he mumbles, then closes his lips over my nipple, sucking and teasing it, until a burning flame ignites within me.
“Eros,” I beg, squirming beneath him. I don’t even know what I’m asking for, but I know I need more.
He continues to lavish attention on my breasts, but his hands roam my body, settling on the scant piece of cloth between my legs. He pulls down my panties as his mouth leaves my taut nipples to move downward over my belly, then farther still to the apex of my mons. He takes my panties off completely, then urges me with the gentle motion of his hands to spread my legs for him.
I’m sure I’m a bright shade of red, but my desire is greater than my embarrassment, and I do as he says. What I don’t expect is how he moves one leg over his shoulder, and with one hand, spreads my legs farther apart, then he puts his mouth on me. On me!
A jolt of electricity runs through me, and I’m paralyzed to do anything but ride the passion mounting uncontrollably inside me. I buck and twist, but Eros has me in a firm hold. I thrash my head on the pillow, begging for release.
“Please, Eros. No, please, more.” Nothing makes sense, and I’m speaking gibberish. All the while, I feel the passion mounting higher and higher. His tongue sweeps over my bare pussy, licking, then he finds that spot, where he suckles, making white lights appear in front of my eyes. Suddenly, my back arches and I feel like I’m free-falling from the highest mountain.
My orgasm is so potent that it’s not until I feel his cock pushing inside me that I feel any pain. I cry out. My hands brace against his chest to push him away. He quickly takes my hands in one of his, then braces them over my head and holds them.
“Shh, gioia. Relax your body. The pain will soon pass,” he murmurs in my ear. Eros remains perfectly still, letting my body adjust to the intrusion. He kisses my neck, my ear, then brushes his lips over mine. “That’s right, baby, relax.”
The pain dissipates and is replaced by a tinge of desire. Eros reads my body well and slowly begins to thrust inside my pussy. He moves slowly at first, but when I move with him, he quickens the pace.
“You gotta get there, Fi. I need you to come, baby.” His voice is raw, low, and sexy as hell.
It’s not long before I have another sweet orgasm, not as intense as the first, but just as wonderful. But when Eros lets out a roar, burying his face in my neck, and I feel him swell and release inside me, I feel like the sexiest woman in the world.
Never did I think sex would be like this.
Women gossip, and I’ve heard too many stories about terrible honeymoon nights and how the first time is awful. Some of the girls I grew up with told me all about the pain they’d experienced, making it seem like they couldn’t get out of bed for a week. Now I’m wondering if they did it wrong, because yeah, I had pain, but Eros made sure that I experienced the pleasure too.
Eros rolls onto his back, taking me with him so that I am half lying on his chest. “You okay, Fi?” He sounds ragged and gruff as his fingers run over my back in a circular pattern.
“I’m fine.”
“My father once told me when a woman says, ‘I’m fine,’ she’s never really fine,” he teases with a chuckle, making me blush even more.
“I’m sore. But happy,” I say quietly.
“The next time will be easier, gioia.” He plants a kiss on my nose, then his face grows serious. “This is going to be a rough day. I’m sorry, but Giusto is dead. We need to go see Bianca and then your mother.”
A lump forms in my throat. Our private moment is over, and reality hits like a cold wind blowing on a winter’s day. The kind you feel right down to your bones.
“Did he suffer much?” I ask in a haunted whisper. Guilt rains over me.
