The moment she touched him, he was in fucking heaven.
She was much smaller than him, but he stood perfectly still, allowing her to get used to him.
Valentina didn’t use a sponge, just the soap and her hands. When it came time to clean his dick, he had no choice but to take control, to show her what to do, and it only lasted a couple of seconds.
When he had to do his hair, he was taller than her, so he grabbed the conditioner and took care of it himself, all too aware of her gaze on him.
With them both washed, it was time for them to be together. He turned off the shower and led her, still dripping with water toward the bedroom.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he said.
Valentina didn’t say a single word as he nudged her to the bed.
They moved up, and Valentina collapsed onto the pillows. Her body seemed to go tense.
He pressed his lips against her neck, breathing against her ear. “This time, it’s going to hurt. I can’t stop that, but I will make it good for you. You can’t be scared of me.”
“I’m not afraid of you.”
He pulled back, not entirely believing her.
With the look in her eye, he had to wonder, but no, there was no way for her to be afraid. He placed his palm against her cheek and dropped a kiss on her lips. “Spread your legs.”
She hesitated for a second but opened her legs wider.
He reached down, holding his length, and he didn’t just tear into her, making her his wife. He took his time, allowing her to become accustomed to the feel of him. Bumping her clit with the swollen head, he saw her teeth sink into her lip as she tried to contain her moans.
“Let me hear you, baby. I want to know every single sound. I want this to be good for you.”
She gasped.
His name once again spilled from her lips.
He loved that.
No other man’s name filled the air.
Just him.
All of him.
And that was the way it was going to be.
Gripping his cock, he slid down toward her entrance. Her cherry. No one else had claimed this. No one would ever know this cunt, not like him.
Staring into her blue eyes, so like the ocean, mesmerizing, making him fall for her in more ways than she even realized, he tensed up. Then he slammed deep, feeling the thin wall of her virginity tear and give way beneath him. The scream that fell from her lips would stay with him forever.
The moment he was balls deep inside her, he wrapped his arms around her, kissing her and hating himself for the pain he’d caused this woman. She didn’t deserve it, but Giovanni couldn’t deny the primal pride that flooded him at knowing he had finally taken her virginity. His claim on her was complete.
He didn’t stop kissing her. Not for the longest of times.
He didn’t dare look into her eyes and see the betrayal.
Giovanni only stopped kissing her when he became aware she was … stroking herself against him, trying to thrust onto his cock.
Pulling back, he stared down into her eyes. Tears had leaked out of the corners, but now, there was a flush to her cheeks.
“It doesn’t hurt anymore,” she said. She gripped his waist and tried to wriggle on his cock.
He had no choice but to capture her hands and press them on either side of her head, trapping her beneath him. “Stop,” he said.
“I want you, Giovanni.”
“And you’re going to get all of me.”
He pulled out of her until only the tip of him remained, but he kept his gaze on her, to check, to make sure she wasn’t trying to win him over or fool him into thinking she could handle more than she actually could. When he didn’t detect any kind of pain or fear, he began to slowly rock back and forth inside her.
So tight, so warm, and so fucking wet. This was how he was going to keep his wife. He wasn’t going to miss an opportunity to be inside her, not ever.