Disbelieving.

The Lovers
Disbelieving.
That was the look on his face, the dark, face, hard planes gleaming in the dim light they had left on.
The look of blank shock on his face goaded her. Rearing up, the Delano arrogance asserting itself again, her expression stormy, Ria sat up, clutching the sheet to her chest to hide her nakedness as she spat at him, demanding furiously,
“It’s not a crime, you know, Mister Capo, to want to not throw your virginity away on any random guy!’
He shook his head, staring at her, a hand raking his hair. The Capo had a shocked look, his long hair falling around the strong face as he absorbed what she had just revealed.
*
Ria was a virgin? But he had seen her with many young men, the sons of rich industrialists, As he tried to make sense of what she was saying, her voice brought him back.
“… Mr Hardy has kept me happy.’ She pouted mutinously at him.
Suddenly jealous and enraged, he grabbed her hair as he almost fell over her and she cried out in pain and anger at his gesture
“Quit mauling me, …you big APE!’ she shrieked, hitting out at him and he felt a surge of fury flood through him he kissed her hard, biting her tender bottom lip. Holding her hands captive, he thrust his tongue into her mouth, taking charge. Ria felt her body react and she went soft. The Capo released her hands and she clung to him as his hands moved restlessly over her, squeezing, kneading, and oh, God! pinching her taut nipple.
Was it even possible to feel so…fantastic? Asked a part of her body as she felt her hips rock in rhythm with his movements.
She gave a gasp as she felt an orgasm approaching.
But the Capo was not in a mood to help her out so easily.
‘Who the hell is Mr. Hardy, baby?’ he snarled in anger, his eyes narrow.
She glared at him as he moved away, a hand in her hair, forcing her to keep looking at him.
And then she burst into giggles as she realized that Philippe, the great macho Capo, was jealous!!!
He stared at her, trying to comprehend what was so funny. Had Carmen laced her food with some substance?’
Alarmed and annoyed, he grabbed her face as she continued to laugh, gasping now, rolling about in hilarity.
Philippe had had her under surveillance. The reason he had offered for that unusual move was that he wanted to know how safe she was. But his actual motive had been to make sure that no one got too close to Ria. She was HIS.
*
So where had the mysterious Mr Hardy come from? He had no information of anyone with that name, who had flirted with her. His anger made her giggle harder and finally, furious and goaded beyond endurance, he gripped her shoulders and shook her. Sobering up, but still dimpling merrily, she said, cupping her hands over her mouth, then rubbing the tears of laughter away from her flushed cheeks,
‘Philippe, it’s my vibrator. It is my vibrator. I named it Mr Hardy.’
And then with a naughty grin, she dimpled at his shocked and amazed expression, she went on, pretending to be innocent,
‘A girl needs to have some stimulation, Capo.’
*
Philippe stared at her, at the laughter that was beginning to bubble in her as he realized that she had led him a merry dance. With a coarse oath, he lowered himself onto her, feeling the softness of her breasts as he kneaded them, capturing her mouth as he did so.
Then he bent his head to her mouth as he growled silkily,
‘Tease me, will you Princess, eh?’
She giggled and then she forgot what she was going to say as he slid his hand down. Gently.
“No need for a vibrator, Princess.’
He grunted, his c*ck threatening to eject as he inhaled her scent, heavy balls tightening painfully, “We got this…’
*
With a gentle finger, he parted her lower lips and tentatively slid his finger, first one and then two, taking care not to hurt her as his thick digits entered her . The swollen, slickly wet, lips of her sex seemed to make him feel more aroused and he bent his head to take her mouth as she wound her arms around his neck, There was no need for words anymore, she closed her eyes, arching her back as he gently pleasured her, his breath rasping as she sobbed and then, she was crying out in wonder, in joy as she carried her to an orgasm she had never dreamt of.
“Philippe…. Phil… Philippe…’ she cried, digging her nails into his broad , muscled shoulders and he kissed her as her body rocked with a fierce orgasm, and her vison seemed to be flooded with a white light.
*
Mr Hardy be damned, she thought blissfully as she came back to earth and she opened her eyes languidly. The face of the man looming above her anxiously, made her soft with love and she reached out to trace his features.
“Ah…Baby, my Princess…’ he murmured and she took his face in her hands, kissing each feature .
“Please, Philippe..’ she said softly and his eyes glowed as he read her plea.
‘Insatiable little sl*t, eh?’ he growled, teasing her with a smile that made her think of the boy she had grown up with.
*
The Capo raised himself over her, supporting himself on his strong arms as he gently lowered himself. The feel of the large blunt manhood, pushing at her entrance made her flinch in sudden fear. Above her, Philippe gritted his teeth, closing his eyes to prevent her from seeing his tension, how close he was to just forcing himself upon her. But no, he would do this gently, with all the love he had for her, he thought, for he had waited for years for this moment; and so, apparently, had she.
Her small sob of fright made him look down, jaw clenched,
*
She trembled as she saw his manhood, huge and veined and she felt a pang: how would she be able to take that …that CLUB? It was too large. She raised her eyes to Philipppe’s dark face, the broad strength of his shoulders above her, the glint in his eyes and whispered,
‘How…how …?
She meant How will it fit into me and he sensed her fear.
With a tight smile, he lay down beside her, his hand going to her clit and rubbing, stroking, till she was moaning and wet, hips lifting to give his fingers more leverage. Swiftly, he positioned himself above her and before she could respond, he pushed in and she sobbed out, her nails frantically digging into his back, his shoulders, everywhere as she scrambled to ease the sudden pain, the burning sensation in that most private of places. She was stretched and she thrashed, ‘No …’ she whimpered.
“Relax, princess,’ he murmured soothingly, balancing himself with a great effort when all he wanted was to pound into her.
But her eyes were squeezed tight as she murmured, her voice trembling in fear,
‘Is it over? Are you…inside?’
He grinned in spite of himself, a twist of his lips as he lowered his head to kiss her forehead, and then her sweet mouth that she raised to him blindly, wanting his assurance. She was like a child again, turning to the boy who had always had her back when they were growing up. But this was different, the sound of their breathing, loud and strained, the sweating bodies, glistening with moisture despite the cold air in the room, the feel of skin against skin, hot, demanding and wanting more of each other… yes, all so different….
He moved in her slightly and then as she opened her eyes to say something, he thrust into her, fierce and hard and she screamed, a primal cry as she felt the tearing of something within her, a blinding hot pain that had her arching her back and throwing her head backward, all in one.
He tensed, eyes half shut as he grimaced. And then, he began to move, thrust into her, groaning as he felt the tightness of her virgin muscles clenching around him, gripping him.
F*ck, he thought in wonder, but she was so tight!
And it was doing things to him, this squeezing of his c*ck as he pumped into her, listening to the sound of her gasping, her fingers clawing into his back, thrashing as she came, again and yet again.
She moved, the pain was being replaced by a strange sensation, was it of pleasure?, she asked herself in wonder.
And she sighed, marvelling at the sensations began to build up in her , She opened her eyes and looked into the face of the man she had loved for a long time. He was tensed, broad shoulders hard and straining, the muscles bunched as he tried not to hurt her, controlling his thrusts, his expression that of intense concentration.
A wave of tenderness swept through her; even in the middle of his own passion, her lover Philippe was taking care not to hurt her, making sure that it would be a memorable experience for her…
And then, she was soaring, screaming his name as she felt a lightening of her spirit, carrying her to heights never explored.
Suddenly, Philippe grunted: “Princess…’ It was like a hoarse shout, a cry of passion, the cry of a man who was beyond anything, who could not control himself as he plunged into her, fast and hard, and then, he was emptying himself into her as her sex tightened around him, milking him.
Ria shuddered and wrapped her arms around her lover and smiled.