Ria
“Mister Capo,’ she said, her voice like honey but her eyes were mocking, ‘You simply do not have it in you. I am the daughter of your Boss. So all you are ever going to do is hyperventilate from afar while I …”
She never got the rest of her small speech out of her mouth. With a snarl, Philippe pushed his lower body against hers, his thick manhood hard and insistent through the material of his trousers as he brought his mouth down on hers, silencing her.
For a moment she stood, resisting him, her lips clamed shut . But when he bit her lower lip gently, she gasped and immediately, his tongue took over , playing with her and she went limp. her hands moved of their own volition, to his arms, his shoulders. Around his neck and his broad muscled back as she touched him like a woman discovering her lover’s body, tentative yet eager.
He shifted and lifted her up easily, his hand sliding up her sweater and she whimpered in shock as a hand slid over her full breast, caressing her. She had never been touched in this way before ; Ria Delanohad always been in charge of her body and her love life, albeit non existent, was wholly on her terms.
All the boys who had tried to make love to her had been rudely stopped at the kissing stage. One of them had cried in frustration once , a long time ago,
“You saving it up for Mr Right or what?’ He had earned a tight slap on his face but she had known that she would only share her most secret , most private part of her body with the man of her dreams, Philippe.
*
Now, his large hands flexed as they kneaded her breast, not ungently, and she cried out, throwing her head back, passion raw and primitive, lighting up her entire self.
The big man carried her to the bed, still holding her with her legs wrapped around his waist and Ria dimly told herself that Philippe was indeed very strong for she was no lightweight. Her curvy body was no feather.
But when he lowered her onto the bed and followed, impatiently tearing off his shirt, she blushed at the sight of his naked chest. It was covered in tattoos, hard and muscular, six-pack abs rippling as he took off his jeans, a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth as he noted her expression. He had the build of a Greek god; no, not fair, he had the built of a wrestler, but the grace of a dancer, she thought, as she studied his powerful body through her long lashes, biting her lower lip, the mouth that had been ravaged by the man towering over her.
He smiled without humor as he said, growling,
“Time to strip, Princess.’
She blushed hotly and made a mewl of protest but Philippe was swifter; he was already helping her to take off her layers of clothing. Shyly, suddenly embarrassed at the look in his eyes when he saw the granny pants she had on and the old fashioned sports bra, she mumbled, wrapping her arms around her chest protectively,
“I was feeling cold.’
The look in his eyes said it all and she was grateful to him for not making a snide remark on how he would help her up. Instead, he gently moved her arms away and helped her to take off her bra. His eyes narrowed as he took in the lush breasts, nipples peaking in arousal and he groaned,
‘Ah, baby.’
Then he gently peeled off her panties and smiled, sniffing at the thatch of curls at the juncture of her thighs. Her core was wet with arousal and she knew the smell of her need was in the air. Ria felt her face flame.
Damn, why had she not taken the time to shave ?’ she asked herself feverishly but Philippe was bending his head and he kissed her there, right there and she let out a sob.
He raised his head and smiled, and then, straightening, without taking his eyes off her as she lay, trying to hide her nudity from his hot gaze, he stripped off his trousers, and she gaped. It was not just the sight of his muscled, tattooed chest, the hair tapering to the area he was not exposing so nonchalantly as he stepped out of his boxers; no, that made her swallow in desire.
But it was the sight of his massive manhood, which he was stroking indulgently as he looked at her naked, luscious form, that made her catch her breath in fear.
“That …’ she exclaimed, as she stared at his c*ck, veined and large, swollen with desire and she shuddered.
‘That…?’
Ria was finding it difficult to breathe now, as she took in the size of his thick, hard manhood, which was dripping with pre cum. How was he ever going to fit That Enormous THING into her body?
Surely it was too big and her eyes automatically went to this face, dark with desire as she studied her bewilderment. Slowly, taking care not to frighten her further, he lowered himself on the bed, over her and she shrank. The emotions were warring within her.
Her body was clamoring to have him make her his; her mind sternly reprimanded her; No Way. How could he fit his huge member into her?
*
Like a lover meeting his beloved after a long while, he kissed her moist lips and she slowly relaxed, raising her hands to touch his face, her fingers feeling the stubble roughened cheeks with relish, with wonder and something else…
He raised his head and asked hoarsely, “Baby, are you on the Pill?’
She stiffened. She had forgotten to tell him, had assumed that somehow, he would have known…
Ria met his clear gaze and stuttered, “Philippe, I.”
She swallowed hard and went on as his eyes narrowed as he took in her reaction, trying to gauge why she was behaving in such a nervous manner.
*
She had gone out with many of her classmates, young boys , at the parties they frequented and Philippe had not given much thought to that. He assumed that she must be initiated to the act of sex by one of the callow youths she had dated and he had not gone too deep into the surveillance to find out either. He loved her; she would be his. That was all that mattered to him.
What she did before he made her his, was nothing he was going to hold against her.
He loved Ria . He trusted her. And he knew that they were meant for each other.
*
Despite the cold, their naked bodies were damp with swear yet she shivered and then, reached out to trace a finger over his chest, refusing to look into his eyes.
Impatient now, he gripped her chin and said in a low, hoarse voice
“Baby, what is it?’ She shook her head, trembling, eyes filling as she replied in a small voice,
“Philippe…I … haven’t…’
He moved away in amazement and she felt as though she was bereft of his protection.
Philippe Diaz sank back on his heels, eyes narrowed as he looked at her.
“You mean… you are a virgin?’ he said in a rough voice.