Chapter 4 04 - Alessa Sullivan

Alessa Sullivan

Going with Giulia's father, I don't know where, wasn't what I was planning above that night. In fact, neither was giving my virginity to an older man.

But now I'm sitting here in front of him, with his hand on my chin, looking for some sign that I'm insecure about being there in front of him.

It wasn't insecurity that was making me think, but I was thinking about what to say to Giulia about my disappearance with her father. I don't want to lose your friendship, it's very important to me.

"I accept your proposal..." His lips stick to mine and I let him lead that sensual dance with his warm, enveloping tongue.

Before long, I was lying under him on the sofa with its extremely comfortable gray fabric. I grip the collar of his shirt tightly, keeping him trapped in my body.

I feel him pull away from my lips and when I open my eyes he looks confused, staring at me.

"That's wrong..." He doesn't finish the sentence.

"Maybe, but it's too late now." I start unbuttoning his shirt.

I love seeing his chiseled chest with dark hair, giving off such a masculine vibe, making me even more excited than when I asked him to come into the library.

"You're just a girl!" He exclaims and gets off me.

I breathe slowly to keep the feeling of rejection at bay; after all, he's a much older man and probably fits the mold of a traditional man.

I pulled down the dress that was bunched up at my hips to prevent him from staring even more at my nudity. His hungry gaze constantly betrays him, but I believe he must have a sermon to deliver to me.

I distance myself as much as I can from the man's body, which was now desiring, every cell of mine begging him to tear me out of this dress and do the same as he did in the damn library.

I watch as he paces back and forth, sometimes turning towards me and falling silent, probably unable to find a justification for the desire that was becoming uncomfortable.

I rise from the couch and walk to where he had left the glass on the floor. I feel his eyes following me to the bottle, which I read to be a twelve-year-old Scotch whiskey.

"I am almost twenty-one years old, Mr. De Luca, don't think of me as some insecure and helpless little girl," I say as I pour a drink.

He stands still near the curtain that was partially open, letting light spill into the dark room.

"I'm an orphan who had to learn what life can do, Mr. De Luca," I say as I approach him and take a sip of the whiskey, feeling it burn down my throat.

"You don't understand..." He begins, but I interrupt him by handing him the glass and making him drink.

"Yes, I do understand," I smile, standing next to him and watching the movement. "I am a confident woman who decided to give my virginity to a man I thought I would never see again." I feel his gaze on my face.

I turn to face him, just so he can accept what I will say next.

"But look where I am, you said you would be gentle, but you let your morality speak louder..."

I take a deep breath and step towards him.

"If you're not going to keep your word, I'd like to return to the party from where you took me!" I say confidently.

I might not have sexual experience, but I am neither naive nor concerned about what he is thinking at this moment.

I really want to try what he has so lovingly proposed, even though I felt pain the first time, in the end, I was able to feel the pleasure of an orgasm.

"You know what, fuck it..."

His hands grasp my thighs and lift me off the ground. I press my lips to him, letting the horniness take over our desires.

I notice when he walks in a different direction from the sofa we were just on.

"I'm going to give you pleasure in a bed, ragazza..." his voice was hoarse.

In between kisses, I watch as we enter a bright room, I'm gently placed on the bed and I watch as he walks away.

Mattia de Luca is an undeniably handsome man, just like his Italian daughter, he has a charm that I've never found in boys my age, his defined chest as well as his abdomen with the hair coming down and making a sinful trail.

I love to see when he gets rid of his shoes and jeans that show off his round ass. I start to pant when he climbs onto the bed on his knees in just his boxer shorts.

"We'll do it the way I wanted before that clever tongue seduced me." I bite my lower lip to suppress a smile.

"Sit down, I want to take off that cloth you call a dress." I do as he asks.

Our eyes are locked on each other, and I can't deny that I love the way his fingers touch the side of my chest, sending shivers down my spine.

"You are beautiful," his compliment massages my ego.

"You are too..." I say before being kissed and laid down on the bed.

I remove my dress and watch its being tossed aside in the room. My breasts aren't large, but I love their size; my nipples were already hard with arousal.

I can't resist the urge to press my thighs together, but a strong, large hand prevents it, settling between my legs.

"Relax, I'll give you what you need!" he says deeply.

I grip the quilt covering the bed tightly and try to relax as he plants gentle kisses on my neck.

Seeing this Italian man settling between my legs made me even more in need of his affection. His kisses on my neck, his beard scratching my breasts before his tongue starts to play with my nipples.

"See, we could have done this earlier," he complains.

"But earlier, if I had known who you were, we wouldn't be doing this now," I retort, laughing.

"Definitely not!"

His hands squeeze my waist, undoubtedly leaving a mark. My fingers thread through his hair just before his skilled mouth reaches my core.

I open my eyes just as he lifts his head and runs his index finger along my wet slit.

"Does it hurt?" His looked is concerned. I touch his face, holding his gaze.

"I'm full of desire now, I don't feel any pain," I say softly.

"Since you say so, I'll taste you." His fingers part my lips, and pressure builds in my abdomen as his tongue touches my clitoris.

I gasp as his tongue and finger evoke sensations I've never felt before; I surrender to the experience and small spasms ripple through my legs, my back arches off the bed, and an explosion occurs.

"That's an orgasm!" He says as he sucks up my fluids. "Want more?"

Son of a bitch, so damn cocky...

My mind is foggy, and all I can do is curse the Italian who gave me an orgasm different from the one in the library. I can't manage to say yes or no.

He runs his tongue once more along my slit and then rises from the bed. I'm confused, but when he pulls off his underwear and I see the size of his penis.

Heavens, the man is huge; no wonder it was so intense, he nearly split me in two. I watch as he grabs a condom and covers himself.

"I would love to feel your warmth, but I have a feeling you're not on birth control." I nod in confirmation.

I cover my breasts with my hands, and for some reason, I start to feel shy in front of the man before me. He approaches and positions himself between my legs, leaving small kisses until he's almost lying on top of me.

"I'm sorry, for earlier..."