Vittorio
Vittorio clicked a different button on his remote and lit up two lamps on matching bedside tables. He climbed on top of his made bed, laying casually on his side, enjoying the softness as he sank into the fluffy down comforter.
Sharon was finishing up in the bathroom; he could hear the sink running. After a few more moments, she came out with her blonde hair down. The waves cascaded down just an inch or two past her collar bone and framed her heart-shaped face beautifully.
“You took your braids out,” Vittorio observed.
“They were coming undone,” Sharon replied sheepishly. “Sorry I look like such a mess.”
“It’s hardly your fault.” Vittorio said.
Sharon stood awkwardly, holding her arms across her navel as she took in Vittorio’s position on the bed.
“Come here.” Vittorio commanded her.
Sharon opened her mouth to reply but didn’t. She wore an expression of nerves, exhilaration and fear as she climbed the platform towards him. She perched her round ass on the edge of the bed and sank a little into the luxurious duvet as she sat.
“Are you nervous?” Vittorio asked her.
“No, I…” Sharon started and finally said. “Yes. It’s been such a long crazy night… and…”
“And?” Vittorio reached his hand up and brushed at her cheek.
“And… well, this wasn’t how I imagined my first time.” Sharon started.
The ball of Vittorio’s thumb brushed against her soft lower lip and he felt her shudder against him. “And how did you imagine your first time going?” He asked, his voice husky and low.
That brought Sharon up short. She said nothing, her blue eyes flicking back and forth, as Vittorio let her imagine what that might mean and purposely didn’t clarify.
A muted, startled, “Oh,” was all she eventually came up with.
Her voice was breathy and her soft breath against his thumb on her lips starting to tease Vittorio. He felt his control slipping.
“Then don’t.” Vittorio said to her sincerely.
He pulled her body deeper into the bed so that she was pressed against him. She smelled of arousal and fear, two of Vittorio’s favorite scents, and some third thing, a smell all her own that drove him wild. The combination was heady, and he surprised himself by hooking his finger under her chin.
Sharon turned towards the touch and their eyes met. A tense spark shot between them again. Both were frozen as their unmoving gaze stayed locked on one another.
Vittorio jerked his hand back and brought himself up to a sitting position, until he towered over Sharon’s tiny frame.
“What if I’m not very good…” Sharon whispered.
“Nonsense.” Vittorio’s fingers found their way under her the band of her bra and snapping the elastic so it made a smacking noise.
Sharon blushed and shifted uncomfortably but didn’t move away from him.
He moved closer.
Sharon opened her posture to him, her body facing him, and her head tilted away. She squeezed her eyes closed.
Vittorio kept touching her. He squeezed her breast over the foamy cup of her bra and she gave an breathy little sigh. He loved the weight of her heavy breast felt in his hand, the way the soft flesh gave easily to his touch when he squeezed her.
“Will it hurt?” she asked him suddenly, sounding scared.
“Only at first,” Vittorio told her honestly. “I’ll do my best to make sure it’s not too bad.”
Sharon nodded and scooted into the bed just a little bit more, her feet still dangling off the edge.
He positioned himself behind her and grabbed both her breasts at once, squeezing them hard and dragging her back towards him. She gave a little moan and he brought his face down into the crook of her neck, kissing the soft skin there and feeling her melt just a bit. He needed to do more than just touch. He wanted to push her into the bed, spread her legs wide and fuck her until she’s breathless and trembling.
“You like that?” he whispered as he nibbled at her ear.
“Y-yes…” Sharon gasped as her hand slowly reached for him, almost as if they’re moving on their own.
“It gets better,” he promised her.
Sharon groaned a little, clearly wrestling with something inside herself. He honestly hoped she’d just get over it already. He felt his cock throbbing against the fullness of her curvaceous ass.
“I’ve been kissed and stuff before, you know,” Sharon told him defensively. “It’s not like I’m a virgin at everything.”
“Is that so?” Vittorio asked.
Sharon nodded.
“Not like this.”
Vittorio barely gave her enough time to suck in breath before he wrapped his hand behind her head and pulled her delicate body into him. He pressed his mouth firmly against hers, surprised by the eager way her lips pushed back into his. A tremor shook between them as he worked his mouth against hers, slipping his tongue into her mouth.
Her tongue wrestled back against his, and he realized that she was actually right. She certainly wasn’t a virgin at everything. The way she kissed him had him hardening in no time. He felt the tip of his cock moistening at the thought of opening her up.
He took her lip between his teeth and bit it playfully. She pulled back, ruffled blonde hair framing the longing in her face.
“I think I’m ready,” she told him breathlessly.