“What about the jacket?”
Stifling a smile, I began to unbutton the vest. It did not behave as I had feared, not as Gaia had behaved. The last button gave me trouble, but before my frustration could escalate, Gianna pulled my hand away and opened it with her elegant fingers. I dropped my jacket on the bench as well. Gianna let out a small breath.
“You look really strong.” She reached out her hand as if to feel my biceps, then faltered. I grabbed her hand and pressed it against my arm, then flexed my biceps.
Gianna let out a small laugh, and my lips twitched. She looked up, then cast her gaze behind me. Taking her hand again, I led her closer to the bed.
“Lie down.”
She lay down on the bed, becoming visibly more tense. I took off my shoes and lay down beside her, still almost fully clothed. Grabbing her side, I pulled her closer to me and leaned over her.
A hint of nervousness crossed her beautiful face. I focused on her body, not her face, and placed a kiss on her neck.
She was still, holding her breath. Not a great reaction, but not too bad. I gave her another kiss just below her ear, and she surprised me by twitching and letting out a giggle.
A teenage giggle. I paused, then looked up. She bit her lower lip, her expression somewhere between embarrassment and an uncertain smile.
She looked like a fucking girl. Of age, mine. She was legal, but her antics, her reaction, her expression. They were not those of a grown woman, but of a girl about to become a woman. I stood up, stifling a sigh.
“I’m sorry,” she said quickly.
“I didn’t mean to laugh. It tickles.” She looked at me uncertainly, her eyes suddenly filled with anxiety. This was not going as I had hoped. The makeup and fancy dress had made her look older. Now, without a touch of makeup and dressed in her nightgown, she looked like the teenager she was.
I did what was necessary. I threatened, tortured, killed, so sleeping with my wife would be child’s play. I ignored his excuses and got up. The faster I got over it, the better. I took off my shirt, then my pants and socks.
When I reached for my boxers, I noticed Gianna’s gaze. Her eyes were huge, which made her look even younger and more innocent, and she stared at me with a mixture of fascination and fear.
I released the belt, deciding it was best if I kept my cock covered for now. If she let out a scream of terror at seeing it, I would tell Luca to get fucked on the fucking sheets and then my blood would surely dye them red.
Perched on the edge of the bed, I reached for his knee, touching it lightly. He twitched again and bit his lip, trying to hold back another giggle.
“I’m pretty sure I know a place where you don’t get tickled,” I said sardonically. He tightened his lips.
“You don’t know that…” His eyes widened.
“You mean…” He inhaled quickly. At least she understood my comment. If she had looked at me blankly, I would have lost her.
I knelt on the bed. I wanted to relax her enough to minimize her pain. My first wife had cried during our first time together, an experience I really did not want to repeat. I lifted her nightgown just enough to reach her panties, and my crotch tightened in a familiar way as I saw the valley between her thighs. I touched her hips with my fingers, slipping them into the waistband of her panties. She was perfectly still, looking at me with half-closed lips and that damn innocence that would kill me.
“Can I take them off?”
It was a rhetorical question: we both knew what to expect. “What if I said no? What would it matter?” he asked with a hint of insolence.
“Would you feel better if I continued despite you saying no? It certainly won’t help me.”
“I doubt it would matter to you. It certainly won’t hurt you as much as me.” Anger pervaded me. I shifted to her, holding myself beside her shoulders. Her hands rose as if to push me away, soft palms pressed against my chest. Her eyes grew wide and she cast them to my pecs, her fingers trembling against me.
“Listen. You’re right, you’ll be the one feeling discomfort, but I can guarantee you that being bratty doesn’t help. If you work with me, it will get better.”
“It’s not just the pain. Until then, men were allowed to kiss my hand or dance with me during social gatherings, nothing more. And now you’re here, on top of me, half-naked, and I’m half-naked, and soon we’ll both be naked, and you’ll be…”
He took a deep breath. “I know,” I said quietly.
“Don’t start crying.” He stuck his lower lip between his teeth. After a moment, he said firmly.
“I won’t cry.” Then he looked up at me.
“Why do you care? You’ve seen worse than someone crying.” I have. Much worse, and I didn’t give a shit. But Gianna was young, too young, and my wife, the woman who was to be the mother of my children. Damn. This was such a mess.
She bit her lip, not looking at me, but at something only she could see.
“Gianna,” I murmured, and her gaze landed on me. “Help me with this.”
She looked at me with those big eyes and nodded slowly. Relief pervaded me. Lowering my head, I kissed her lips lightly. Then again. On the third kiss, Gianna’s lips moved hesitantly against mine, and I sucked her beautiful fleshy lower lip into my mouth.
She emitted the tiniest sound and closed her eyes. My tongue caressed her and dived in, tasting my wife for the first time. Hell, so incredibly sweet it would have killed me. Without stopping kissing, I placed the palm of my hand on her ribcage.
Her eyes opened wide and she gasped slightly. I pulled away from her mouth, watching her as I stroked my palm down her side and then back up: a soft touch, a promise that I would treat her with care.
“Will you let me undress?”
Again, the silent nod. I sat on my thighs and helped Gianna sit up.
Then I slipped my fingers under the hem of her nightgown and pulled her upward. She lifted her arms so that I could pull it over her head. I threw the flimsy thing away on the floor and turned my attention to Gianna. She had her arms loosely crossed over her chest.
Biting her lip in that cute way, she lowered them slowly, giving me a perfect view of her breasts. God, she was lovely. I reached out to her and gently ran my knuckles down the valley between those lovely breasts.
Gianna twitched, wrinkling her nose, holding back one of those giggles. Her cheeks turned red.
“I’m sorry.”
“No,” I said in a slightly lower voice. I would rather she giggled than cried, and at that moment she thankfully did not seem close to tears.
“You are very beautiful,” I told her. Because it was the truth and because I didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable. It would only have made her even more tense.
“Thank you.” “You’re welcome,” I murmured as I traced the outside of her breasts with my knuckles. Her nipples hardened and the blush on her cheeks spread all over her face. I was glad I had not listened to my conscience and asked Luca to cancel the wedding because she was too young for me. At that moment I knew she would be mine forever. I ran my thumb over her nipple and Gianna inhaled a little.
I repeated the movement, stifling a moan at the touch of her perfect nub.