Let her know how I can make her feel.
“Why did my cousin choke you Ilaria?”
My thumb slides down, pressing against her slit as I rock it back and forth, teasing her clit in small circles before going back up. She’s responding perfectly. All soft gasps as wetness pools under my finger, dampening the pad of my thumb.
“Because I was leaning off the roof and he held me so I could fly.”
Jesus Christ.
I stop, looking up at her as she stares at me with this look in her eyes that makes my heart break.
“Ilaria…”
I gulp.
I can’t even bring myself to ask what was going on. Did she want to jump off the roof? Was she so unhappy with me that…
God.
Her hips rock against my hand and she pushes her throat up, wanting to be choked again. She’s giving me control as all this new fear hangs between us.
“I just wanted to feel, Dante. Fuck. I just want to feel.”
There’s tears in her eyes as I pull my hand away from her throat. Wiping her tears as I nod in understanding.
“So let me make you feel. Do you trust me, Ilaria?”
“No.”
And her honesty pisses me off.
She trusted that asshole Francesco to hang her off a roof but me, she didn’t trust me.
“Dante. You’re complicated. You say things that hurt me and I don’t even think you realize the damage you do because you’re busy moving along so quickly.”
Her words are like a knife in my chest. Thinking about how she is right.
“The birth control. That’s my body, Dante, and you’re already making decisions for me. You just do it without asking.”
Ilaria has me feeling about two inches tall. She’s the one exposed on my desk and yet I’m the one feeling like too much of me is showing in the moment.
“I’m selfish Ilaria. I want you all to myself for a little while. I want you to have our children, someday, but I also want to have you as you are now. A bit wild and free. I want to be able to take you around the world and have moments that’s just us before you become a mother and all your time is given to the kids.”
She softens, her hand coming to my hair, looking at me like she’s all mine again and relief floods me.
“You want to have kids with me? Do you think I’ll be a good mother?”
And it hits me what I’ve done.
I stole a dream from her.
“Ilaria, I want a baseball team of kids with you. The way you have stepped in doing things to take care of me. You’re not going to be a good mother, principessa. You’re going to be the best. And if you don’t want to wait. If you want to get pregnant right away I will be happy to make that dream come true.”
Her hands are pulling at me, making me crawl on my own desk as she holds me to her. Squeezing at me as I breathe again.
I might have actually fixed this.
“I’m sorry I hurt your feelings, principessa. I promise to talk through things with you more.”
She nods her head, blushing as I shift against her and I realize I had promised to make her feel and had fallen through on my promise.
Time to fix that.
Her eyes watch me as I do a push up off her, watching her, the way she’s calmer now showing in her eyes. Like the storm was chased away by me.
“I can make you come here on my desk or I can take you home and have you coming in our bed. Your choice.”
The soft smile on her face as she shrugs her shoulders in a noncommittal way.
“I want both.”
I’m falling to my knees in front of her my, my lips kissing outside of her panties, tongue teasing over the mesh fabric so I can taste the tang of her body as she leaks through them.
She tastes like my newest addiction.
Hooking my thumbs into her panties I slide them off and into my pocket looking at her sweet pussy. She must have gotten waxed today because she’s puffy and slightly red but so smooth as my tongue slides over her.
Ilaria’s whimper as she tries to scoot closer has my cock stiff. My hand reaches down, adjusting myself as her hand slides into my hair, tossing her head back with her eyes closing.
